number one striker

Chapter 123 Disrupting the Spring Night

Those two mature women have already started to play tricks on Balotelli, and it is estimated that Balotelli will ride Shuangfeiyan in a while.

After a few more glances, Caesar felt something was wrong.The two mature women seemed not interested in Ba Shen's body, but emptied his pockets.

Good guy, there is a wad of banknotes stuffed in his trouser pocket, it's a blessing that Bashen can stuff so much cash without tearing his clothes.The car keys were also taken out, and the ring on his hand had long since disappeared.

Varga also saw the robbery scene, his eyes widened in surprise.

Caesar didn't want to care about Bashen's mess at all, but he didn't know that Bashen was so drunk and delirious that his brand-name clothes were almost stripped clean.He still couldn't bear it, and decided to save Bashen.

Caesar yelled at Varga: "I'll help him!"

"what?"

The nightclub was too loud to hear.

"I said I'm going to help him! You are waiting for us outside!!"

"OK!"

Caesar walked straight over, dodging all kinds of men and women hugging together with his dexterous figure along the way.

This Italy is different from Germany, women are more unrestrained than men.

When Caesar walked over, Bashen only had a pair of underpants left.

The two mature women looked at Caesar vigilantly, their hands kept moving, and they put all the banknotes, rings, etc. into their pockets.

"It's almost done, people must be able to go home." Caesar picked up the car keys on the table, helped Bashen out with only a pair of underpants left.

It is said that a drunk person is heavier than a pig, and Balotelli has a generous body, and Caesar only felt that there was a mountain of five fingers pressing on him.The two mature women watched the two people hugging each other go out, and glanced at each other, anyway, the money was already in hand, no matter if they were gay or not.

Varga stood uneasy outside the nightclub, with a dozen flies flying around him, buzzing all over the sky.

"Let's go." Caesar dragged Balotelli out. Poor Balotelli was grabbed by his neck, like a primary school student who went to an Internet cafe to play games and was dragged home by his parents. The underpants were about to fall off.

Varga hugged Caesar's arm, and the flies immediately imagined various images, staring at Caesar and the unconscious Balotelli with jealous eyes.

After a while, a red-haired man raised his hand and asked, "Can you add me?"

Caesar said calmly, "Yes, you can sleep in the same room with him."

The flies felt a chill and scattered like birds and beasts.

Caesar took the car key and walked around for half a circle before finding the Audi R8 of Bashen, only to find a major problem when he opened the door.

I don't seem to have a driver's license yet.

Although he can drive, he hasn't taken the driver's license test since he came here.

Forget it, anyway, there will be no traffic police checking this in the middle of the night, so who cares.

Varga sat in the co-pilot, and Bashen lay down in the back seat, already foaming at the mouth.

Under Varga's navigation, Caesar successfully returned to the hotel entrance.Seeing Balotelli who started talking nonsense, Caesar felt a little embarrassed.

Hotels, beauties, and hormones are all ready, but what should I do with Balotelli?

take him back?
Fuck, where are you and Varga going?Do you play wild?

Varga looked at Caesar in trouble with a funny face, how could he not understand what he was thinking.

She took Caesar's hand lightly, and Caesar was ready to go, with the gun raised high.

The girl leaned on Caesar's shoulder, spit out a lotus flower and said, "This is the first time, I'm not ready yet, wait until next time."

As she spoke, she kissed Caesar lightly on the face, got out of the car, took a taxi and left.

The way he looked back and smiled before leaving made Caesar, a second-class soldier with very little experience in picking up girls, almost come to his senses.

"Fuck you! I don't want to play football under you!"

There was a loud thunder in the back row, which startled Caesar and hit his head on the roof of the car.

Looking at Balotelli who was sleeping soundly, he was very angry. If it weren't for you, the animal, how wonderful tonight would be.

Early the next morning, the waiter in the hotel lobby heard a heart-piercing scream.A moment later, a naked black man wearing only underpants ran down the stairs, clutching his chrysanthemum and fled.

This seems to be brought back by the German kid yesterday, right?
Tsk tsk, the taste is really strong, if it is me, I will definitely not be able to do it.

In Caesar's memory, Sneijder moved to Inter Milan at the buzzer.But in this world, Sneijder, Bayern Munich striker Lucio, and Barcelona striker Eto'o airborne Meazza together. The three announced at the same time that they would join Inter Milan, detonating a blockbuster in world football.

Caesar looked at the three stars in the TV broadcast with some jealousy in the hotel. The reporters on the scene kept asking questions and taking pictures, which was completely different from the treatment that Caesar received.

In the football world, no one will pay attention to you because of your hard work, poor family or other reasons. Want to be famous?Want to gain attention?
No problem, speak with strength.

Now Inter Milan's forward line has been reshuffled. Eto'o, Milito, Balotelli, Arnautovic, Quaresma and Caesar, except for Balotelli and the Portuguese winger, are all transferred in the summer.

Among them, the role of Milito is unmatched.He has superb shooting skills and can be the fulcrum of the frontcourt counterattack.What's even more commendable is that Milito's ability to cooperate is considered outstanding among these few players.

The first goal in the 10-year Champions League final can be said to be the most "Pilito-style" goal.

Competing for the first point, scoring the ball, Sneijder, advancing himself, and shooting accurately.

What Caesar wanted to compete for was the position behind Milito.

Seeing Eto'o's confident appearance on TV, Caesar also ignited his fighting spirit.

I didn't come to Milan City to deliver towels and water to you. No matter who my competitors are, I will pull you off your horses!
On July 2009, 7, Inter Milan began their one-week closed training camp to prepare for the new season.

It was also the first time Caesar appeared in front of everyone wearing a blue and black striped shirt.But the protagonist is not him, but other transferred teammates.

Eto'o, Milito, Mota, Lucio, etc., Caesar mixed among them, standing like minions.

Only Balot looked at Caesar with resentful eyes. He obviously misunderstood that he appeared naked in Caesar's room.

But it's no wonder Balotelli, if it's you, was drunk the night before.Early the next morning, I found myself lying in the hotel room wearing only a pair of underpants, and a blond hunk lay on the sofa next to me.

Everyone will be afraid, okay?

Caesar noticed Balotelli's gaze and gave him an amused wink.

Balotelli immediately looked away, and Materazzi on the side was a little strange. It was the first time that his little brother showed fearful eyes in front of others.

Luther Kaiser?

interesting.

(End of this chapter)