When Yang Pan contacted Zhang Jun at the London airport as agreed, he couldn't believe his eyes. A person with brown hair and brown eyes would be Zhang Jun? But that's right, holding the Sun, wearing a dark blue windbreaker, carrying a beige suitcase, and carrying an orange and black travel bag...

"Excuseme..." Yang Pan decided to test first, and it would not be too embarrassing to recognize the wrong person.

"Yes?" The man put down the newspaper and looked at Yang Pan.

"Are... Areyou... ZhangJun?" Yang Pan finally decided to ask clearly. He wouldn't be so lucky, right? He met a reporter as soon as he came out.

The man was stunned for a moment, then blurted out fluent Chinese: "Damn! You kid aren't Yang Pan, right?"

Okay, there is no need to say anything, the truth is revealed. Underground worker Yang Pan and underground worker Zhang Jun finally got on.

Yang Pan took off his sunglasses and pulled Zhang Jun to a secluded corner. "Damn, why did you make this happen?"

"Hehe, my creativity, dye my hair brown, wear a brown contact lens, and speak fluent Dutch, do you look like a Dutch?"

"The Dutch with yellow skin, ha!"

"A mixed-race boy... you still laugh at me, why are you wearing a fake beard? Are you pretending to be mature?"

"At least the effect is good, no one recognizes me along the way. Hoho!" Yang Pan put on his sunglasses, "Let's go, put the things out before walking..."

"Whose name did you book a room?"

"My? What's wrong..." Yang Pan suddenly understood, "No?"

"Yes." Zhang Jun nodded.

"Uh... I have to pray that the hotel is ball-blind from the boss to the waiter." Yang Pan drew a cross on his chest.

"I hope... Oh by the way, unless the two of us are alone when we come out, don't speak Chinese and use Dutch." Zhang Jun reminded again.

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Yang Pan handed over his passport and prayed in his heart that the receptionist would never be a fan.

"Yang Pan!" The entertainer exclaimed, which shocked the two people who were nervous in front of the counter.

"Ah! We are not Yang Pan and Zhang Jun, we..." Yang Pan found that the other party stretched out a hand and said to him with a smile: "I know, because I never watch Serie A!"

Yang Pan rolled his eyes, then took out his wallet, took out a hundred euros and put them in the man's hands: "OK! You have collected the money, so be honest."

"Haha, don't worry, I'm also a professional ethical person!" The hospitality smiled and put the money into his pocket, then took out a key, "Room 206, please."

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Zhang Jun put the box by the door and looked around the double room, "To the words of General George Patton, this place is not a hotel, it is clearly a kiln."

"Okay, please be content! It's your idea to stay in a cheap and remote hotel, saying you're afraid of being known. Now? Let's go and see if the shower in the bathroom can be used. Put your luggage in it."

Zhang Jun put the box in the corner and sat on the large double bed and felt it was not too soft, but he liked to sleep in hard beds. The room was not big, and the decoration and furnishings were also very simple. Zhang Jun suddenly remembered why the double room was a big bed instead of two small beds?

In order to unlock this mystery, he opened the drawer on the bedside table. Sure enough, he saw several packs of condoms inside...

Damn! Yang Pan is looking for a hotel! Zhang Jun can imagine how many men and women rolling on the bed he is sitting on, it is indeed a "kiln".

Yang Pan came out of the bathroom, "I've seen it all. Basically, it can be used, except for the blow dryer..." He saw Zhang Jun shaking at him with something, walked over and picked it up. "Oh, what do I think it is? Condoms... I know what you mean, so don't be particular. Anyway, I'll only stay for two nights. Let's go out to find something to eat." Yang Pan threw the condom into the drawer again.

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"It's really... I'm actually looking for a hotel in such a place. It's basically a forgotten corner of the city!" Zhang Jun was still complaining, because he couldn't find a satisfactory restaurant along the way. This place gave Zhang Jun a feeling of a three-in-one urban-rural fringe, low and dilapidated houses, narrow roads, idle people, ugly prostitutes, and...

Zhang Jun felt that someone had hit him, and then heard a sound: "Sorry!" A thin figure ran past him quickly.

Zhang Jun subconsciously touched the hit waist and found that it was empty.

...Ugly prostitutes, and thieves...

"Catch the thief!" Zhang Jun shouted and rushed out, and Yang Pan, who was beside him, followed.

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He turned left, and the two behind him also turned left. He turned right, and the two behind him also turned right. He overturned the trash can on the side of the road, and the two of them also turned... Of course, they could not, so they jumped over the trash can and continued to chase.

Damn! Why are those two so capable of running?

"Stop running! You can't run away! We're wearing Nike!" someone behind him shouted.

Fuck you! I'm still wearing Adidas!

He turned left again, and the two of them still followed. No matter what, my territory is ahead! At that time, hum...

An iron railing appeared in front of him. He took a quick step, grabbed the railing with one hand, and then crossed. "Someone is chasing you, damn it!" He threw the bag in his hand to a yellow-haired boy, and then held the wall and gasped.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan saw a group of people dressed up around the thief, which seemed to be in the same group. They quickly braked and stopped in front of the railing.

Nike's grip is indeed good... Well, now it's not an advertisement for Nike. "Give me the bag back!" Zhang Jun shouted to the thief in English.

"Not bad, not bad. I'm not tired after running so far." The yellow-haired boy threw his waist bag in his hand and said sarcastically as he looked at Zhang Jun and Yang Pan.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the bag!" Yang Pan yelled.

"Oh, let me see what I gained this time...ah, there's still a lot of money! John, you've done a good job this time, get more money later."

"Hehe, thank you, thank you, boss!" The thief who had just stole Zhang Jun's waist bag and said with a panting smile.

"Ship the bag!" Yang Pan yelled again.

"You call, no matter how loud you call, no one will come here. This is my territory!" The yellow-haired boy continued to flip through his wallet, "Hmm? Still a Dutch? Ha! A foreign tourist!"

"Do you give it or not?" Yang Pan grabbed the guardrail with both hands and was about to turn over and fight with the other party.

"The Dutchman...Dutch football...Well, let's do it. For the sake of you being foreigners, I will give you another chance. Play football with us. If you win, I will give you back the money. If you lose...Hehe, just cry and report the case!" His little brothers burst into laughter.

Only then did Zhang Jun realize that this was an abandoned parking lot, and those people were sitting on several dilapidated cars. There was a small goal at each end of the parking lot, and there was a ball net.

"We only have two people, how can we play?" Yang Pan said, and he couldn't ask for anything more than football.

"Of course, we only had two people. How about it? How fair I am!"

"We agree." Before he finished speaking, Yang Pan had already climbed into the parking lot. There were only four people kicking in the huge parking lot, and they had no problems with their physical strength.

Zhang Jun also jumped in.

"Cru, Wien! You two!" The boss waved his hand, and the two jumped out of the car and walked towards the center of the field.

You idiots are just waiting to suffer! We are people who use street balls to bet on football, and they fight me! The boss laughed wildly in his heart, "Oh, I forgot to say that the game will determine the outcome, be careful!" he added.

You idiots are just waiting to suffer! Yang Pan threw his coat onto the railing, then squatted down and tied his shoelaces.

A football rolled into the middle of the field, and the blonde boy called "Cru" kicked the ball to Zhang Jun, "Take the ball, the yellow-skinned Dutchman." He said coldly.

Zhang Jun kicked the ball back to him, "I'm afraid you won't even touch the ball later, the yellow-skinned British man."

Cru's pupils shrank and he stepped on the football. "Very good...Wien!" He kowtowed the football to Wien, a short red-haired boy.

As soon as Wien received the ball, Yang Pan went up the right way. He seemed to be a little despised by his opponent and wanted to show off his footwork. As a result, his series of fake moves were like a clown dancing in Yang Pan's eyes. While his feet were off the football, Yang Pan poked the football away with one kick, then accelerated and surpassed Wien. The next Yang Pan did not dribble the ball, but directly shot with a strong kick!

The football brought a gust of wind, blew up the paper scraps on the ground, and then hit the wall behind the goal, making a muffled sound, and then bounced back to the center of the field.

"Serve." Yang Pan said staring at the other party.

The people on the sidelines were already shocked by the ball, silent, so Yang Pan's gentle words seemed particularly powerful and clear at this time.

Cru looked at the wall behind him, then looked at Yang Pan, then stepped on the ball and kicked it to Vien again.

Wien knew that he couldn't get over Yang Pan, so he kicked the ball back to Cru. He knew that there was always someone who could solve the opponent's problem.

Zhang Jun and Kru met. Yang Pan did not go over to help, but stood slightly behind Zhang Jun and took care of the red-haired boy not far away. He believed that Zhang Jun could deal with the other party.

But before Zhang Jun could do something, he was passed by the other party! A whistle sounded on the sidelines.

Yang Pan was shocked and hurried to make up for the position, but it was too late. Kluo shot!

The football flew past Yang Pan's feet, then flew past the goal, hit the wall hard and bounced back.

The whistle on the sidelines stopped, and everyone was stunned. "Hey, Kru. Just stop playing!" The boss shouted dissatisfied.

Kru looked back at the boss and kicked the ball to Yang Pan again: "Serve."

Yang Pan kicked the ball to Zhang Jun: "Do you need me to guard against him? His movements are very colorful..."

"No need." Zhang Jun shook his head.

"Then you have to be careful, he is a master."

"Um."

While speaking, the two had already crossed positions. Yang Pan reached the right side that he was most familiar with, and Zhang Jun was on the left.

Zhang Jun took the ball and rode a bicycle. But he only stepped on it for a while. The second time he directly used his left foot to push the ball to the front of the left, and the right foot exerted force to accelerate! Successfully surpassed Kru!

But when he looked up at Yang Pan, he realized that he could not send the ball to Yang Pan's feet. Due to the venue, it was impossible to use long passes to transfer. For short passes, Cru "she happened to be" on his passing route, and another person was guarding Yang Pan.

It seems that I can only take it myself.

Seeing that Zhang Jun had no intention of passing the ball, Kru pushed him up. Seeing this, Zhang Jun moved forward with his left foot, leaned forward, as if he was about to break through in a straight line. Kru was indeed deceived and his center of gravity retreated backwards.

Being fooled! Zhang Jun changed his right foot and pushed the ball horizontally to the right, and his body twisted inward in an instant!

But he staggered and realized that his own person was rushing over, but the ball remained at the opponent's feet!

It turned out that although Kru moved his center of gravity, he dragged his left foot behind and just stopped Zhang Jun's ball to the right.

Kru supported the ground with one hand, then hooked the ball with his left foot back in front of him. With the support of his right foot and right hand, he jumped up from the ground. At the same time, he stepped on the ball with his left foot, and avoided Zhang Jun's pressing back very coherently.
To be continued...