After seeing Walker off, Donn began to rummage boxes and cabinets in the office. Walker mentioned the "laptop", and he decided to find it out and take a look, which might help him.

In the third drawer of his desk, he finally found the somewhat worn notebook. It was only a little smaller than the tactical board, but it was very thick. The edges of the black leather jacket were worn out, the edges were yellow and furry, and the gold-toned word "Notebook" on the cover was also mottled due to too much friction. It was really a bit old.

Tang En carefully opened the thick notebook, for fear that the page would fall out of the inside, or that the notebook that looked like an antique would break from the middle.

"It's really a medieval person." Tang En said with a sarcasm. Now it's the computer and Internet era. Isn't it enough to record things with paper notebooks and hold a laptop? It's convenient and chic, and can also be used to treat girls. Think about it, go to a place like Starbucks, lit a cup of coffee, sit by the window alone, open the notebook, ignore the noisy environment around, and jump flexibly on the keyboard, and the coffee exudes a thick fragrance...

Tang En shook his head and interrupted this unknowing fantasy. He had never been to Starbucks. Workers like him who struggled with food and clothing have no financial strength or leisure to go to a cafe. If you want to go to a bar that can watch football or a teahouse that blooms everywhere in Chengdu.

Turning on the cover, there is a neat word on the title page. Although the color of the ink has faded, the sentence is still clearly visible:

Football has nothing to do with life and death, football is higher than life and death.

Seeing this sentence, the disdainful smile on Tang En's face slowly disappeared.

As a fan, he certainly knows what this sentence is and the weight of this sentence. Only fans can understand the meaning of this sentence. Football is no longer just a sports or a game for playing on the street, but a religion and belief, which dissolves in the life, life, and blood of the fans...

Tony would have written this sentence on the title page in the past, which shows that he would not be too much to say that it is his football motto. I really didn't expect that the "Medieval Ancient Man" who looked dull and silent on the outside would also like this famous saying that was strong and even somewhat ignorant.

Maybe he is not as gloomy as people think, maybe there is a flame that never extinguishes deep in his heart.

He roughly flipped through the notebook, and compared with the rigid schedule on the refrigerator door at home, the content in this book was much messy. If he did not mark the time, he would not know the order of their order. Some of them were even written directly in the blanks of the page, and the handwriting was mostly sloppy and messy. It can be seen that some things must be remembered at any time and remembered at any time, so he would not distinguish between places and take advantage of the situation.

The first one was written on March 21, 1998, and the last one was stopped on December 31, 2002. Turning another page, the thick notebook came to an end. On December 31, 2002, I wrote a lot of things, all about the information about the latter opponent Walshar and his countermeasures. He calculated many possibilities and countermeasures, but he did not count that he would be possessed by another Tang En.

Tang En sighed. He didn't plan to record anything on this notebook. One reason was that there was not enough space, and the other reason was that he was unwilling to destroy the man's efforts and was unwilling to add more money on it. Holding the notebook in his hand, Tang En felt its heavy weight.

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Chapter completed!