C Luo believed it, his eyes were filled with disappointment. You can never know the expectations and joy of a top master when he meets his opponent, nor can you know the loneliness and emptiness when everything becomes a bubble.

"Zhuo Yang, you destroyed my faith!"

"Don't you not drink alcohol?"

"I dreamed of going to China to play tournament."

"How many dishes are there for dinner?"

"As a Chinese, you can't play table tennis. Jie Nima asked me to tell you what's the best?"

"You should eat more fish, that thing will nourish your brain."

C Luo looked at Zhuo Yang with contempt in his eyes. Zhuo Yang once again felt like he was a fool. He didn't know how to ping-pong, but he was really a big deal.

"Mr. Luo, why don't you see what projects there are? I will continue to practice with you."

"It's gone, and it's gone, and table tennis is the last one. Let's go bask in the sun?"

“Okay.”

The Madrid October sunshine is still very charming. The two of them lying on the lounge chair by the outdoor swimming pool, and they don’t feel the cold. Zhuo Yang hopes that the embarrassment of table tennis will disappear as soon as possible, but Ronaldo can’t forget it.

He laughed, and gradually changed from laughing secretly to being out of breath.

"Who believes Jie Nima telling me? Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang... can't play... table tennis? Ah hahahaha~~~"

Zhuo Yang didn't find it funny at all, but Ronaldo almost laughed to death. Zhuo Yang didn't expect that this would become a joke he had in Real Madrid from now on: Zhuo Yang is so awesome, but he doesn't know table tennis!

The sun gradually moved westward and became a little cold. Ronaldo looked at his watch: "Do you want to go in and sleep for a while? Supper will start in an hour."

"I won't eat anymore, I'll go home!"

Zhuo Yang walked out of the gate of C Luo's yard in neatly dressed and heard the sunshine inside: "Momo, Momo, you don't believe me, Zhuo Yang doesn't know how to ping-pong..."

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Zhuo Yang still walked towards his home with his hands behind his back. As autumn began, the rustling sound of falling leaves sounded very comfortable.

When he was a guest, Ronaldo didn't know how to view it, but Zhuo Yang's goal was achieved. He wanted to observe it closely from life and see what kind of person Ronaldo was.

Confident, self-promotion, self-disciplined and self-satisfied, firmly believe in his own values ​​and outlook on life, and he will occasionally show a sense of defense. But Ronaldo is straightforward, not so many twists and turns around, respecting the strong and despising the weak, all of which are written on his face. However, he still has the most basic boundaries and etiquette.

Such a person is not difficult to deal with as long as he does not step on his soreness and does not let his inferiority be hidden under his pride.

Rafenka is a closed area, and Zhuo Yang walked very quietly all the way, with only the rustling leaves under his feet.

Passing by the door of Detu’s yard, it was already brightly lit inside, and there was obviously something good about it. Zhuo Yang Xin walked into his brother’s house. Sure enough, all kinds of things in the barbecue stove were really done.

Detu, Kaka, Marcelo, Heface and Eye, five people applauded warmly, and welcomed him to come to the end of his hardships.

“Is chicken breast meat delicious?”

"His salad is really authentic, right? Zhuo Yang?"

"Three in and three out of the gym, right? Ah hahaha~"

"Brother Zhuo, have you peed in the swimming pool? I spitted last time."

"Oh, who won the table tennis?"

"Actually, I can't play table tennis." Zhuo Yang scratched his head.

The brothers and the others were stunned and then burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!