"Zhuo Yang, you scored a goal today to give it to me, okay?" Sun Yumei asked Zhuo Yang with big eyes and smiled.

"Of course, it's a must."

"I..." Bevli wanted to follow the same thing, but just as he opened his mouth, he felt that it was not a big deal, and he also said that he was parrotting and competing for favor.

Zhuo Yang is a careful person. "Bevli, I will give you the second one, you must keep it." Hearing this, Bevli smiled and swayed in the black French orchid wind. Zhuo Yang Lan

After passing the flower's waist, he kissed two times.

This is a conversation between Zhuo Yang, Sun Yumei and Bevli before the start of the game. The two beauties were waiting for Zhuo Yang's goal in the stands, but after waiting for more than 60 minutes in the second half, Zhuo Yang still

No goals were scored, and the score on the field was still 1:1.

"Why didn't Zhuo Yang score a goal? I agreed to give it to me. Will you miss the appointment?" Sun Yumei frowned and muttered.

"No, Zhuo Yang never loses his trust. What he said will definitely be fulfilled." Bevli did not hesitate to give Zhuo Yang a clear idea.

After hearing what Bevli said, Sun Yumei pretended to be pouting and softened her mouth. She twisted her head and looked at her: "Beverli, do you love Zhuo Yang very much? The kind that you love very much?"

"...Yes, I love him very much, very much." Bevli stared at Zhuo Yang running on the grass. "I owe Zhuo Yang a lot. I owe him a Christmas and New Year, and I will pay him back for the rest of my life.

, My life." When I said this, the tenderness in Bevli's eyes could melt the rocks on the riverside.

A moment later, seeing that Sun Yumei didn't say anything, Bevli turned her head and looked over. Sun Yumei was holding her cheek with one hand and looking at Zhuo Yang on the field. A charming arc appeared on her beautiful face, and she smiled so hard that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so happy.

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In front of the middle circle, Zhuo Yang turned around and looked up at the incoming ball in the air. This was Zepek's mid-long pass from the side. Bart leaned up immediately, scrambling his shoulders to compete with Zhuo Yang for the position.

While taking sideways, Robert is also preparing to guard the second landing point.

In Bart and Robert's perception, it is only two ways to catch this kind of high ball. You either jump to the chest and stop to remove it, or jump to the header to make a ferry for others. The high and fast ball cannot wait until it lands before it reaches the ground.

Grab, because it will rebound very high and far, and you can't handle it at all.

So, no matter how Zhuo Yang plans to deal with this ball, he must fight Bart head-on and compete for the position. Of course, this is the opinion of Bart and others, and Zhuo Yang does not.

After glanced at the air, Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around, lit the back of his head to the football, and faced the Newcastle gate. He turned around and staggered Bart, who was about to lean against him, almost not falling down.

.What does he want to do?

It was almost time for the two of them to jump, and the football hit the back of Zhuo Yang's head, and fireworks hung on it was a meteor.

Zhuo Yang tilted his head slightly, and the football brushed his temples and flew straight down his shoulders. When it was only thirty centimeters left from the ground, Zhuo Yang gently removed the ball from the outside of his right foot. The football was strange from the roar.

He rushed out quickly along the coordinates in front of him forty-five degrees, and just crossed Robert's crotch three meters away, Zhuo Yang followed him to chase the wind.

Bart and Robert stood there in a loud shout of cheers, and they were stunned as if they had seen a ghost.

No, it's not a ghost, this is a fucking fairy, a monster! Lord, we met a monster in broad daylight...

There was no flower under his feet, Zhuo Yang only shook his shoulder and fell down Benal; turning into a wiping, Hughes stumbled and almost ate his shit. He collided with O'Brien who was trying to pull Zhuo Yang's jersey, as if he had been together for a long time

A lover who meets you.

When I picked my toes, the football didn't seem to be kicked up, but was soared up by the wind. The arc in the night sky looked like a rainbow, a crescent moon, and more like a gentle water mark in a music fountain, passing over Ji Wen's head who was staggering on the ground.

In the 70th minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang overtook the score and the total score with a wonderful shot from the penalty area, 2:1 (3:2).

Zhuo Yang jogged down with a smile all the way to the bottom of the stands and pointed at Sun Yumei: Give it to you, Yumei!

Everyone in the stands stood up and applauded their king. Bevli applauded her man with dignity. Sun Yumei excitedly waved her blue scarf, and the scene camera followed and found them at the right time.

"Our king, the king gave this wonderful goal to his beloved Bevli and his princess!" The DJ at the scene hissed and sensationalized.

“My～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～�

"KING!!!" The audience shouted together.

"Dedicated to ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

"Bei Fli!!" The audience made a concerted effort together.

Bevli knew very well that this ball was given to Sun Yumei by Zhuo Yang, and hers had not arrived yet.

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"Remember, keep a close eye on him, keep a close eye on him, no matter where the Chinese go, you must keep a fucking eye on him, even if he is behind the goal, even if he is shit, you must follow him, even if he is going to shit

I'll keep a close eye on the toilet!" Sones roared and repeatedly reminded Ambrose on the sidelines. Ambrose nodded quickly as if he was joking with rice.

In the 75th minute, Newcastle replaced Milner with Darren Ambrose, and Sones wanted to turn him into the rubber plaster on Zhuo Yang, and he kept moving. However, this was the old coach's failure.

Newcastle's offense was not open at all except for that goal today. Hiller and Cruivett were restricted in a very embarrassing way. Pumppunk and Westman were not like two substitutes at all. Today, Bowyer was suspended.

Without his unreasonable attack, the midfielder was not limited to Dale, who was firmly locked by Zepek, who was wise and clever, only Milner could contact the forward line.

Sones was confused by Zhuo Yang's demonic aura and completely forgot that the most important thing about falling behind in the score was the goal. Without Milner, Hiller and Cruivit were like two people who were split by Madibor and were nonsense.

An idle person.

As for using Ambrose in close contact, Bart and Robert to defend, and three generals to guard Zhuo Yang, can they watch? Of course! There are three heads, six arms and six legs in front of the ball. Even if Zhuo Yang is really a monster, he has to retreat.

Then I won't score a goal!

Arithmetic is an important category of modern science, it will not deceive people. Three people come to guard Zhuo Yang, how many people can you still be left to deal with the rest of the Madibao? Do you think these fools are all eating a good meal?

Zhuo Yang began to run around the court with three shadows, running wherever he was uncomfortable. Several times he actually ran to his goal and hit Handanovic. Ambrose was really obedient.

, He really followed Zhuo Yang like a lunatic and stared at the net for a while.
Chapter completed!