No one answered the call to Totti, the media was calm and silenced, which made Zhuo Yang angry: Good, Totti, you are trying to wipe things out without saying a word with your status in Italy, you

Isn't it shameless?

I knew Totti would be cheating, but Zhuo Yang thought he would call him: Zhuo Yang, good brother, I gave up on my loss. I will give you some face to my brother, how about it? I will invite you to eat all over Rome another day.

If this is the case, Zhuo Yang will make a few jokes with Totti. As long as Totti can put down his figure, the matter will be abandoned. In the face of the media, Zhuo Yang will say: There is no bet, it is just you who are just stolen. Kaka

Both Totti and I are great players and good friends.

But now Totti wants to be so dull and do not want to live a life of silence. This is not taking Zhuo Yang seriously. The two European Golden Balls are just a rookie who is just a newcomer to Serie A. Zhuo Yang is unhappy. The matter is very serious.

Immediately, I was about to summon the media to fire a big shot, forcing Totti to stand up and face what he said, but the fat Raiola stopped him.

If Zhuo Yang did this, there would be no room for things to maneuver under the table. After all, Totti had a force in Italy, so it would be very troublesome to make enemies with him. It is estimated that Totti had thought of this and expected Zhuo

Yang would not easily turn against him, so he used one move to become invisible.

Zhuo Yang stared at him: What should I do? Let him not let go of a single fart like this?

The fat man's teeth flashed and his wise smile: Are you stupid? He used the power of a local snake to block you, and of course you also have to use the force to fight. We don't have to come forward in person, you are like this and this...

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In the roundtable conference room of the Nello Sports Building in Milan, the Cavaliers are gathering together to hold the last party at the end of the season, and there is no fixed topic. The team is already on holiday and just slacking off.

Everyone was falsely persuading Costakuta not to leave the round table. At this time, a knock on the door in the conference room was heard. This surprised the Knights, because everyone in Milano knew this rule, and had never been there for so many years.

People came to disturb them during their meeting time, and neither did Galliani and Braida.

The persistent knock on the door was still ringing. Brocky, who was closest to the door, looked at everyone in confusion, stood up and opened the door.

"Zhuo Yang, why are you here?"

Zhuo Yang walked in with a smile on his face and nodded and bowed to everyone present: "Everyone is here, thank you for your hard work." He also held his fists in his hands and kept bowing.

Although no one has ever dared to knock on the door of the round table, this is not a taboo. The round table knights will not make any face because of this, and it is not a secret talk by the underworld.

"Zhuo Yang, didn't you say you would go back to Hannover today? Is there anything wrong?" Maldini asked with a look of joy.

"It's such a horse team. As the saying goes, if you have difficulties, find a round table. The round table is the lighthouse that guides our Milan Nelo sailing, the helmsman of AC Milan's sea, and the sun that never sets in Italy..."

A series of tall hats and beautiful women were all over the place because of the Ninth Master, but the old people like Baresi, Tasotti and others felt very helpful.

"With the round table group behind everyone's back, each of us is full of confidence and happiness when going out. Brother Franco, do you think this is the case?"

"It should be, the round table team is the backbone of our players!" Barreci smiled kindly.

"We AC Milan stand proudly in the world football world because of the bosses and the Knights of the Round Table working hard behind the scenes. You are the life mentors of everyone in Milan and the invaluable wealth of our Milanello. .Brother Handcuffs, are you saying I'm right?"

"Yes, you're right!" Tasotti burned a little.

"I think every Milanese person owes the great Paladin of the Round Table to thank you. Thank you everyone!" The art student was full of deep affection.

"Zhuo Yang, you have to be polite, this is what our round table group should do." Costakuta was also quite moved.

Zhuo Yang had already given a thumbs up. "In our China, there is a type of people who are the most respected. We call them close sisters or neighborhood aunts. I won't translate this. Anyway, they are the most respected in the whole society. They are like you knights on the round table, anxious for the masses to think about what the masses think. I am for everyone, and everyone for me. I am anxious for the public to be righteous and generous, I..." At this point, Zhuo Yang rubbed his eyes . "Every time I see you bosses, I think of my warm hometown."

"Zhuo Yang, our round table team comes from the team and is part of the team. Naturally, we must unite and protect each of our players. There is no doubt about this." Maldini didn't know what Zhuo Yang wanted to sell. . "Zhuo Yang, if you have something to ask us, you might as well say it directly. If it's okay, you can wait a little and go to have tea together later."

"No, Brother Paul. I'm going to the airport soon and rush back to Hannover." Zhuo Yang tried hard to adjust his emotions, but he still had obvious sadness and sad expressions on his face. "I just felt a little wronged. , alone in a foreign country, I couldn't find someone to talk to. When I thought of the warm round table, I couldn't help but walk over. There was nothing to do, I'll disturb you, and I'll leave now..."

He didn't even move his feet, but just lowered his head, seemed to be suffering a lot of grievances.

Not only do crosstalk, but also a good supporting actor in many things. Favalli at the other end of the round table waved: "Don't be anxious, Zhuo Yang, wait first. What's the matter? Tell us all about it, let's listen to it, How could the round table watch you be wronged?"

Zhuo Yang said in his heart: Pharaoh is righteous! Ninth Master, Eighth Master, Inner Beauty, Young Master Pi and others are also together: Yes, yes, let’s talk!

"Oh--" A long sigh of sorrow was heartbroken, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at Zhuo Yang.

"No wonder others, I can only blame me as a foreigner who doesn't know how to be tall and provoke people I shouldn't be. I am a fledgling rookie. There are not many Italian football in many ways, and I can't do it for AC Milan. Make even a little contribution..." Good guy, 13 goals and 24 assists, and there are no more than 10 goals and 10 assists in the final of Zhuo Yang in the Champions League. If this is not a contribution, almost everyone here can die.

"Zhuo Yang, who bullies you? Look at my bad temper, I'm so anxious!" Favalli stood up with his eyes staring.

"Toti! Francisco Toti." Zhuo Yang immediately decided. "I accidentally offended Toti, who was dominating the southern part of the Apennine, smiling proudly on the northern coast of the Mediterranean, and invincible across Rome."

"Kaka and I bet on the best scorer with Toti. It's obviously our own private matter and has nothing to do with the team! But Toti relies on his identity as the King of Rome and is arrogant when he loses. This is too bullying.
Chapter completed!