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Standing outside the beige room door of the e6 passage inside the building of the Roman Olympic Stadium, Paul Maldini's brain was hurting.

The Olympic Stadium in Rome is shared by two teams. Whoever is the home team's other locker room is the visiting locker room. AC Milan came to Lazio's locker room again, just like in the last FA Cup semi-finals.

The square room with an area of ​​about 30 square meters is a bit small, and the facilities are relatively simple, far less grand and modern than the two large round locker rooms in Saint Silori. Each block is about one meter wide, with a blue soft chair in front of it. On the small open block partition, today's game uniforms and utensils are neatly stacked. At the top of the block, there are two empty clothes racks, which can be hung casually or anything.

Zhuo Yang sat on two adjacent chairs with Kaka, and his portable toilet bag was still in front of his feet. The bag was the same last time, and the things were still inside. Zhuo Yang was chatting with Kaka, while observing Maldini, who was sitting on the first blocking chair at the door with his eyes.

The horse team has been staring at Zhuo Yang since the whole team walked out of the Roman Ciampino Airport, and when they entered the locker room, they locked him with a playful expression. Zhuo Yang pretended not to know anything, and took advantage of the horse team's time to lower their heads to change clothes and hide behind the messy teammates to tease him several times.

When Maldini looked up, "Zhuo Yang, where is Zhuo Yang?"

"What's the matter? Captain." Zhuo Yang suddenly came out from behind him with a sharp voice, scaring Maldini to death.

After playing hide-and-seek for a few times, Maldini thought Zhuo Yang was a very boring person.

Maldini bent down to tie her shoelaces. Zhuo Yangxun took up his bag and stood up, whispering to Kaka: "If I go take a shower, shut up and cover me up, I won't beat Gandy..."

Kaka pointed at Zhuo Yang and opened her mouth wide. She waited until Zhuo Yang's figure turned into the bathroom before he had the chance to say: "...take a bath...and..."

After closing his mouth, Kaka hurried to see the horse team again. Seeing that Maldini had tied his shoelaces and was straightening up, Kaka quickly hugged her arms in front of her chest and leaned on the back of the chair, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, like a sleeper on the bus who didn't want to let her seat.

Maldini raised her head and looked at it habitually at first sight.

The chair is empty!

Martini was not moving, and his eyes were dripping around, wanting to see who Zhuo Yang was hiding behind this time. But after scanning several times, no trace of Zhuo Yang was revealed. Ma Sherlock Holmes raised the corner of his mouth proudly. He turned his head and looked behind him-

There is not even a ghost!

Maldini kept sitting and twisting his head. After a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and looked at Kaka who was sleeping in a fake manner, his eyes as if he was torched.

"Kaka, where is Zhuo Yang?" Kaka did not wake up.

"Ka-Ka! Kaka!" Kaka was sleeping soundly.

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

Master Ka finally woke up by the gunshots. He tried hard to open his eyes, but still looked around blankly. "What's wrong? Who told me? Or is it time for whose door to be repaired?" He just didn't look at Maldini. To be honest, Kaka's acting skills are very clumsy, too superficial, completely in form, the character is superficial and soulless, and his expression is stiff, and he cannot get involved in the role at all.

Maldini looked at Kaka's performance with a gloomy face. Until Kaka couldn't continue acting, she could only turn her eyes to Maldini in disappointment, with a flattering smile on her face.

Maldini's face was as deep as water. "Zhuo Yang..."

Before he could finish his words, Kaka quickly popped up a finger and pointed it at the bathroom. "Take a bath!"

Maldini's expression was instantly distorted, and his facial features were moved like Van Gogh's painting. "Another - take a bath!" The sound was like a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot.

Kaka opened her clear and innocent eyes widened, spread her mouth and shrugged her shoulders and cried, and expressed her standard body with a "I'm helpless too".

Maldini tried his best to goug Kaka with his eyes, afraid that he would spin two taels of meat, and then got up from the chair and chased the bathroom. In the locker room, all the AC Milan players looked at the scene he had just had inexplicably. For some reason, Kaka continued to keep "I'm helpless too!" to show them.

"Hey, Mr. Nei, are you there now?" Kafu gently poked Nesta next to him with his elbow and whispered: "I see Kaka looks very much like the British bean today."

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

Maybe it was heard by Kaka, and the young master with a "swoosh" retracted all his exaggerated expressions and instantly became the beautiful Brazilian man who was fascinating. Kaka stood up, as if talking to himself: It's itchy on his body... It's good to take a shower... Maybe it won't be itchy... It's just a shower... It's better to take a shower... It might not be itchy... Take a shower...

He muttered as if nothing had happened, and walked into the bathroom in all directions.

"Hey, Nai, Kaka didn't even take off his sweater. What kind of bath did he say he took?" Kafu asked Nesta in a low voice in confusion: "I think he actually wants to wash his sweater, right?"

"It should be so, he is really... amazing!"

.

In the coaching room, Ancelotti led a large group of assistant coaches to suck the clouds and spit out mist. In the smoke, you could see seven or eight cigars flickering and dark, and from time to time, a round smoke ring rushed in, from fast to slow to large, and finally merged into the mist.

Goalkeeper coach William Vicci seemed to suddenly remember something, and said in a vague manner with a cigar in his mouth: "I still remember here two months ago, we were smoking a cigarette, and Zhuo Yang suddenly rushed in and out, and after a while he came back in a hurry, and I don't know what he was doing."

Ancelotti smiled and said, "Hehe, no matter how much he is, that boy rarely makes people worry..."

Before he finished speaking, the door leading to one side of the bathroom was pushed open with a 'bang'. Zhuo Yang hurried in with a small bag, looking at the legs of the people present but not stopping, and pointed at the door on the other side.

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

‘Bang’! Push the door and go out.

Ancelotti and everyone were looking forward to each other. In an instant, they felt that they had traveled back to the day of the FA Cup semi-finals two months ago. After coming back to their senses, Coach Vic quickly took out his cell phone to look at the date above.

"That's right, it's April 1st." He raised his head in confusion and asked Ancelotti: "Carlo, what's the love..."

‘Bang’! The door on the bathroom was pushed open again, and Maldini walked in. “See Zhuo Yang…”

Coach Vicci quickly raised his hand and pointed at the door over there. Maldini also raised his arm and pointed his fingers over. Seeing that Coach Vicci nodded affirmatively, the horse team maintained this position and followed his fingers quickly through the smoke.

"Paul, you guys..."

‘Bang’!

All the monks were confused. Look at me and I look at you, and finally look at Ancelotti. "What is outside the door?"

"Just the aisle! We came in from there just now..."

‘Bang’! Kaka walked in. Zhuo Yang told him the trick after the incident, so Kaka knew where to go.

The young master smiled with a humble and kind, confident and peaceful smile, clenched his fists on his right arm, and nodded to everyone and greeted everyone.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

...

‘Bang’! Kaka also chased after him, leaving only the messed up smoky smoky waves and a group of dumb coaches in the room.
Chapter completed!