Golden Greenery

Standing outside the door of the beige room inside the E6 passageway inside the building of the Olympic Stadium in Rome, Paul Maldini's brain burst into pain.

The Rome Olympic Stadium is shared by the two teams. The locker room of the other team who is the home team is the visiting team's locker room. AC Milan, as in the last FA Cup semi-final, came to Lazio's locker room.

The rooms with a square area of ​​more than 30 square meters are somewhat small and the facilities are relatively simple. It is far less impressive and modern than the two large locker rooms in San Siro. In front of each block about one meter wide, there is a blue soft chair. On the open small cross partition, the today’s game uniforms and utensils are neatly stacked, and the top of the block, There are also two empty clothes racks for hanging casual clothes or anything.

Zhuo Yang was sitting on two chairs next to Kaka just like last time. The portable toiletry bag was still at his feet. It was the last bag, and those things were still inside. Zhuo Yang chatted with Kaka while using the afterglow of his eyes to observe Maldini sitting in the first block chair in front of the door.

The Colts have been staring at Zhuo Yang since the whole team walked out of Rome Ciampino Airport, and entered the locker room with a playful expression that locked him. Zhuo Yang pretended not to know anything, and took advantage of the horse team's bowing and changing clothes to tease him behind his messy teammates.

Wait for Maldini to look up. "Zhuo Yang, what about Zhuo Yang?"

"What's the matter? Captain." Zhuo Yang suddenly emerged from behind him with a sharp voice, terrifying Maldini.

After playing hide and seek a few times in this way, Maldini felt Zhuo Yang was a very boring person.

Maldini bent down to tie his shoes, Zhuo Yang quickly picked up the small bag and stood up, whispered to Kaka, "I'm going to take a shower, you shut up and cover me, I won't smoke Gandy..."

Kaka pointed at Zhuo Yang and opened his mouth, and waited until Zhuo Yang's figure was turned into the bathroom, he had the opportunity to say the last sentence: "...bath...and..."

Closing his mouth, Kaka hurried to see the horse team again, and saw that Maldini had fastened his laces and was straightening his waist. Kaka quickly hugged his arms against his chest, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep, like Fake sleepers on the bus who do not want to give up.

Maldini raised his head and looked at it habitually at first glance.

The chair is empty!

Maldini didn't move, his eyes rolled round and round, trying to see who Zhuo Yang was hiding behind this time. But after several laps, no trace of Zhuo Yang was found, and Malfoy cocked his mouth proudly. He looked back sharply behind him—

Not even a ghost!

Maldini just kept sitting and twisting his head, and after a few seconds, he suddenly turned back to look at Kaka, who was sleeping, with a glare of glare.

"Kaka, what about Zhuo Yang?" Kaka didn't wake up.

"Ka-ka! Kaka!" Kaka slept soundly.

"Kaka! Kaka, Kaka, Kaka Kaka!" Maldini was like a carbine during World War II.

Master Ka was finally awakened by the sound of gunfire. He tried to open his eyes and still looked around blankly. "What's wrong? Who told me? Or who's door should be repaired?" Just not looking at Maldini. To be honest, Kaka's acting is very clumsy, too superficial, completely in the form, the character is superficial without soul, the expression is stiff, and he can't enter the play at all.

Maldini watched Kaka's performance dull and straight, until he could no longer watch Kaka himself. He could only look at Maldini with a smile on his face.

Maldini's face sank like water. "Zhuo Yang..."

The voice hadn't landed yet, and Kaka had quickly popped a finger towards the bathroom. "Bath!"

Maldini's expression was momentarily distorted, and the facial features shifted like Van Gogh's paintings. "Again-take a bath -!!!" The sound is like a shovel scraping the bottom of the pan.

Kaka opened her clear and innocent eyes, shrugged her shoulders and shrugged her face, a standard expression of ‘I am also helpless’.

Maldini slammed Kaka with his eyes, fearing that he would unscrew two or two flesh, and then got up from the chair and chased toward the bathroom with an arrow. The AC Milan players in the locker room all looked at this scene inexplicably. I don’t know why, Kaka continued to maintain ‘I am also helpless! ’Show them.

"Hey, Nai Shao, did you find out?" Cafu gently nudged Nesta next to him with his elbow, and whispered, "I found that Kaka looks like the British bean in today."

"When you say it, it's really similar, absolutely."

Perhaps it was heard by Kaka, the young master whined back all the exaggerated expressions, and instantly became the beautiful Brazilian man. Kaka stood up, as if whispering to herself: itchy... bathing... just taking a bath... maybe not itching... take one...

Mouth muttered casually, walking into the bathroom pacing around.

"Hey, Nai Shao, Kaka didn't even take off his sweater. What kind of shower did he say?" Kafu asked Nesta in a low voice, "I think he actually wanted to wash his sweater?"

"It should be so, he's really... absolutely!"

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In the coaching room, Ancelotti led a large group of assistant coaches again and again, and in the smoke, seven or eight cigar heads could be seen suddenly and dimly, and from time to time, a round smoke circle was rushed in, from From fast to slow, from small to large, and finally merged into 氤氲.

Goalkeeper coach William Vic seemed to think of something suddenly, with a cigar in his mouth and said ambiguously: "I still remember here two months ago, we were smoking cigarettes and Zhuo Yang hurried in. Going out again, and hurried back in a while, I don’t know what the **** he was doing."

Ancelotti smiled and said, "Oh, no matter what he does, that kid rarely makes people worry..."

The voice didn't fall~www.readwn.com~ The door leading to the bathroom side was pushed open, Zhuo Yang hurried in with a small bag, eyes looked at the legs of everyone in the room but did not stop. Pointing at the door on the other side.

"Then...he...this...outside...that...weather...go..."

"Wow!" Push the door out.

Ancelotti and everyone looked at each other, and in a moment they felt that they had collectively crossed back to the day of the FA Cup semi-finals two months ago. After recovering, Coach Vicky quickly pulled out his phone to see the date.

"Yes, it's April 1." He raised his head in confusion and asked Ancelotti: "Karlo, what's the matter..."

"Wow!" The door on the other side of the bathroom was pushed open again, and Maldini stepped in. "Meet Zhuo Yang..."

Coach Vicky quickly raised his finger to the door over there. Maldini also raised his arm and extended his finger to the past. Seeing that Coach Vicky nodded, the team kept this posture and followed their fingers through the smoke.

"Paul, you..."

"Wow!"

A bunch of Zhang Er monks are puzzled, you look at me and I look at you, and finally look at Ancelotti together. "What is outside the door?"

"Aisle chant! We just came in from there..."

"Wow!" Kaka walked in. Zhuo Yang told him the doorway after the last incident, so Kaka knew where to go.

With a humble and kind smile and a confident and serene smile, the young master bent his right arm and clenched his fists, and nodded to everyone.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

...

"Wow!" Kaka also chased out, leaving only the chaotic smoke waves and a group of dumb coaches in the room.

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