Cuaba, a city in central and western Brazil, the capital of Mato Grosso State. It is located on the left bank of the Cuaba River on the upper source of the Paraguay River, with an altitude of 165 meters and is the geometric center of South America.

This city with a population of only a few hundred thousand has ushered in a large number of Asian faces today because a World Cup Group H match was held at Pantanal Arena today.

Of course, since the 12th, Brazil has been in and out of the country frequently. The four-year World Cup brought a football feast this summer.

Pantanal Arena has also changed several batches of people in the past few days.

At the base where the Korean team was staying, a window curtain was suddenly opened, and a figure stood in front of the window, shining on a golden coat by the rising sun.

Park Tae-young supported the windowsill with both hands, and was wearing shorts all over her body. A pendant on her chest reflected a faint blue light in the sun.

"I'll go, I almost forgot about this, but it may not be possible now, right?"

Dream yesterday was once before. It was a dream where Taeyeon found a villa in Jeonju and quarreled with Park Soo-yeon. Although he didn't know what to argue about at the beginning, he still saw the contract that Park Soo-yeon asked Taeyeon to sign.

I just don’t know if Taeyeon had signed a similar contract this time. After thinking about it, it should have, but it should be different from the previous life.

After all, I heard Yoona tell her that she might hype scandals if she wanted to lead a new boy group. Later, because the new boy group became popular directly, and in this case, it would probably have a negative effect, so it ended up in the end.

"It's UMR! It's UMR! It's not UMA, Xiaomeng!"

Park Tae-yeon turned around and walked towards the bed, picked up his phone and answered directly: "Oh, stinky thing, changed the ringtone of my phone again?"

A little guy smiled across the phone: "Haha, I'm going to make anime a comic published in "Miracle JUMP".

"Ah? Don't get rid of the topic. I've said it a few times. Don't be the ringtone of my phone. How can a childish song damage my image outside?"

"That comic is called "Dry Girl! Little Burial!" Oh, does Ni Jiang want to tell me what happened to my practice suit?"

"Cough! Why call me?" Park Tae-yeon put his hand beside his mouth and coughed lightly, then he pulled the topic apart with a stiff heart.

"I'll wake you up and have breakfast together. You should wash it quickly. Today is the competition. Are you nervous? I answered the call and didn't get up. Didn't you sleep well all night?"

"Isn't it childish? I'm sleeping well! I won't chat anymore, I'll see you later."

I hung up the phone, took the clothes I wanted to wear today, walked into the bathroom, looked at the mirror, then moved to my chest, and frowned slightly.

"trouble."

15 minutes later, Park Tae-yeon walked into the base restaurant while continuing the phone.

"Here, come, what are you urging me? Is this delicious?" I looked at the restaurant and it turned out to be a regular buffet Western breakfast: "Are you there? Do you want me to get some food for you?"

"Oh, you can't see the most dazzling one in the audience? Well, here by the window, you don't have to take it, both Oni and I will take it."

Park Tae-young glanced over, then hung up the phone directly, and walked over quickly: "Brother, I'm no, you are here too."

"You are so terrible, you're still sleeping until now? I first came to the World Cup four years ago and fell asleep one night."

"At that time, you didn't have Huizhen Ou Ni with you." Xia Yan helped Ou Ni Jiang pull down the stool, and teased Ji Chengyong with his lips raised. "You see, maybe you'll pay it back at night. Ou Ni went out last night, but he didn't come back..."

"Ah!" Park Tae-yeon sat down and pointed at the back of the little guy's head. Can this joke be made randomly?

Under the aggrieved stare of the little guy, Park Tae-yeon looked at the couple opposite him and said.

"What if I don't go to my brother's room?"

"Oh, are you looking for a fight?" Ji Chengyong glared directly, and Han Huizhen covered her mouth and smiled.

Park Tae-yeon smiled at the two of them, then pulled Xia Yeon over to help him get the breakfast he had picked up and started to enjoy it.

"Don't your brother and sister come to watch the ball?" Han Hye-jin began to joke and go back.

"They hold a concert and go to Japan today." Park Tae-yeon answered casually while eating.

"Concert?" Ji Chengyong was puzzled.

"Your girlfriend is a singer? Not open..." Han Hye-jin opened her eyes wide.

Xia Yan bulged her face and covered her mouth tightly with her little hands, so she didn't rudely spit it out.

"Ah?" Park Tae-yeon realized what he had just said. Although he had a good relationship with them, there was no time to explain the scandal.

"Oba, Oni, you are paying attention to the wrong point. The point is that what he just said was 'them'." After Xia Yan said that, she covered her mouth again and started to laugh secretly.

"Taiyan, you can't do this."

Park Tae-yeon quickly lowered his head and raised his hand to sway quickly.

"What happened to you? Who are your brother and sister? The concert? Girls' Generation?" Ji Chengyong frowned and looked at Park Tae-yeon.

"...Well, no, I just said nonsense. I usually joke online. My girlfriend was used to it when I was a girl. You know what I am from my fans." Park Tae-young's eyes were floating around, looking for an explanation that was insincere.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you."

Park Tae-yeon lowered his head guiltily.

"Did the coach tell you?" Ji Chengyong raised his head and asked Park Tae-yeon when he thought of something.

Park Tae-yeon hadn't responded yet, and Xia Yan, who was next to her, curled her lips very happily.

"Yeah, I've told me."

"Tsk, a bunch of shit, why do you care about their thoughts?" Xia Yan murmured in a low voice.

Park Tae-yeon glanced at her lightly, and the little guy pouted: "That's it, it's not said nonsense."

"It doesn't matter, it's just half a game anyway." Park Tae-yeon shrugged his shoulders. In order to take care of the team's emotions, the head coach has already greeted Park Tae-yeon in advance. He will be arranged as a substitute today.

"Just just want to play, anyway, our midfielders support you." The midfielders were all the winners of the National Olympic Team at the time, unlike the frontcourts who had objections to Park Tae-yeon, and he toughly grabbed the No. 9 jersey as soon as he came back, while Sun Xingmin could only wear No. 18 with 1+8.

Kim Shin-wook, who was originally No. 18, was removed from the roster by 196cm.

"Well, I have nothing to do, winning the game is the main thing."

After saying that, the phone that was put aside suddenly rang. Park Tae-yeon took it and looked at it. When he saw the sender, the corners of his mouth consciously curled up.

[I'm in Osaka, now I'm going to walk on the stage. Once I go back to the hotel, I'll go to bed directly. I'll tell you figtjing in advance!] - Yuner

"Who is laughing like this." Han Huizhen asked curiously.
Chapter completed!