Zhuo Yang quickly retreated. The housework on other people's territory had nothing to do with him, so don't get involved.

But Bilar Najariin and Yusuf Mohammed stopped working. Where did Zhuo Yang go to get a jersey? Mohan is to show off his figure, and only his boss exchanges jerseys with Zhuo Yang.

Najariin was to fulfill his son's wish.

"Wait, don't leave..." The two of them spoke in unison.

Zhuo Yang was too lazy to pay attention to them, and he continued to look for his teammates without stopping, but was suddenly grabbed.

Ali Sayadi, who just tied the score with a free kick, grabbed Zhuo Yang and said with a smile: "Can you..."

"No, get out!" Zhuo Yang was so angry: What kind of puppy and kitten dare to stop me casually?

Not only was Sayed frightened by Zhuo Yang's dog face, but even Mohan and Najariin, who caught up with each other, were caught blindly.

Zhuo Yang didn't know what happened between them, but he was disgusted with being so careless in front of the fans, so he pulled Sayad aside and walked away with a dark face.

Sayad said in a daze: "I just want to exchange jerseys with him..."

It's all your fault! Captain Mohan was furious: "What are you? Are you worthy?"

Najariin said: "I came first, I need Zhuo Yang's jersey."

Mohan and Sayad scolded: "You are worthy too!"

Zhuo Yang and his teammates gathered together, and the three Lebanese heroes were already quarreling.

Zhuo Yang and his teammates came to thank the few Chinese fans under the five-star red flags in the corner of the stands, and three people on the other side of the venue had already been tore up.

Zhuo Yang and his teammates took off their jerseys and gave them to their fans. This is Zhuo Yang's habit in the national team and the rules he set for the national team. A melee began there, half of Lebanon was reaching out, and the other half was

Break the frame.

Zhuo Yang and his teammates greeted the Chinese people far away from a foreign country at the top of their voices, and the police had to rush in and fight.

Lebanon is grateful to be able to draw the Chinese team with Zhuo Yang 1:1 at home, but it is too embarrassing to make a fuss in front of the guests.

In order to avoid affecting innocent people and internationalize the situation, the police and security guards on the scene strictly isolated the two teams of personnel. It was not until five minutes later that Lebanon calmed down, and he coaxed and persuaded him to go back to the locker room.

The opponent's internal strife in public will make him feel inexplicably proud and particularly united. The Chinese team forgot the depression of the away draw and surrounded Zhuo Yang intimately walked into the passage.

"Captain, guess why they started fighting?" 23-year-old Sun Ke asked Zhuo Yang: "It's not because he played against us, right? It's too shameless. They burned Gaoxiang when they played against us."

"I think it's just a matter of fighting for something. I look at their captain like a ball player," said 25-year-old Yu Hanchao.

Ball dominance? In the past, the Chinese team had ball dominances everywhere, and most of them were like dogs. Shanghai, Guangdong, Northeast Gang, there were small hills in the big hills. There were a mountain eagle on each mountain, with big bosses standing in front of the ball dominance calling the wind and rain

.

The smoky national team did not come to an abrupt end until Zhuo Yang returned.

Zhuo Yang said: "If you like to fight and kill, it has nothing to do with us. But we will never allow any ball dominance here. I will specialize in treating all kinds of ball dominances."

21-year-old Zhang Xizhe curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Captain, who else dares to be a football boss in China besides you?"

Veterans Zheng Zhi, Feng Xiaoting and others looked at Zhang Xizhe in horror: It’s fine to know it, you dare to say this, but if you are beaten to death by Zhuo Yang on the spot, who dares to pull it off?

Zhuo Yang was stunned when he heard this: Am I a football boss?

When I thought about it, it seemed that it was really. However, I am much better than others as a football boss.

With Zhuo Yang's identity and qualifications, it is actually impossible not to be a football player. Not to mention a Chinese team, even in Real Madrid, it is still arbitrary.

Zhuo Yang smiled and hooked Zhang Xizhe's neck: "The little guy is very outspoken. Why, do you have any objections to be a ball boss?"

"Brother Zhuo, I am your dog. I'm scared me, scared me..."

The Chinese team walked into the passage in harmony and found that Lebanese Najari stood alone with his face covered and his head against the wall. He didn't know him, but the number 16 behind the jersey was very eye-catching. This guy was obviously Bullying by teammates.

"Hey, brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Yang stopped.

Najari turned around, his eyes were red, and he had just cried.

"Zhuo...Mr. Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I'll make you laugh."

Zhuo Yang nodded: "There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, as long as it's okay."

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, I didn't mean to offend you just now, I just wanted to exchange jerseys with you."

Zhuo Yang opened his team's coat: "Look, I've given it to the fans."

"Yes, I saw it. I've caused you trouble." Najariin said: "Zhuo Yang, my son Naja, you are his idol."

"He must be cute."

Najariin smiled: "Yes, Naja is very cute. Tomorrow is his birthday. I was going to give him your jersey as a birthday gift, but..." He spread his hands and shrugged. : "I messed up the matter."

Najariyin's words touched the soft part of Zhuo Yang's heart. The relationship between father and son always touched him.

"How old is he... Little Naja?"

"At the age of five, he will be five tomorrow, and his jersey number is also No. 18."

"That..." Zhuo Yang didn't know Najariyin's name: "Brother, fathers should not be disappointed, right?"

"I disappointed him. My father is very cowardly." Najariin's face still had redness and swelling after being slapped.

"No, you are a good father and a good player." Zhuo Yang turned around and slapped Zhang Xizhe on the back of the head: "Go, go to the locker room to get a spare jersey from my brother."

"Okay!" Zhang Xizhe disappeared with a whistle.

Although I can't understand Chinese, Najari can guess what's going on. "Mr. Zhuo Yang... Thank you very much."

‘Swoosh-!’ Zhang Xizhe is back, holding a red No. 18 jersey in his hand for the Chinese team away game.

Zhuo Yang took it and handed it to Najariin: "Tell me Naja, I wish him a happy birthday. Also, tell him for me that he has a good father."

"Thank you, Zhuo Yang, you are a gentleman."

Adidas' genuine jerseys are not cheap, especially the outfits of players' competitions. Zhuo Yang's jerseys are the best-seller among professional players in the world. It is said that girls can use Zhuo Yang's genuine No. 18 to retain their boyfriend's heart.

The jerseys that Zhuo Yang personally gave were enough to give a child a birthday gift, not only because they were valuable. In the Real Madrid flagship store of Bernabeu, Zhuo Yang's player version jersey is priced at 218, and it sells as much as you print.
Chapter completed!