"Yeah, it's so handsome, a bit my style." As soon as he left the camera range, Xia Yeon jumped, hooked Park Tae-yeon's neck with both hands and hung it on his back. "Is it my credit?"

"Go away, come down, I have several free kicks in the top ten! There are three in this one." Park Tae-yeon directly patted her head on the side of his neck. After the little guy finished speaking, he went to collect it. In the past two years, he had two free kicks in the top ten, although they were the last few.

However, if he counts in the top 20, he will be much more than Ronaldo. After all, his free kicks are a combination of arc-like strength, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Can't go down."

The Korean players walking next to them were no wonder, but the German players looked at the two brothers and sisters strangely, with a little dull expression on their faces. Fortunately, they immediately arrived at the place and walked along one left and one right, and the locker rooms of the two teams were not on the same side.

"Come down! I'll go directly to the bathroom."

"It's okay, I'll go with you. I've seen the male bathroom anyway, there are cubicles! I'm just in the bathroom!" Xia Yan came to play a scoundrel.

Park Tae-yeon didn't say anything, looked at the medical box hanging on his chest, then raised his hand and grabbed the little guy's arm, and walked directly towards the public bathroom in front.

They also have a locker room, but he didn't choose to bring the little guy into the team's locker room.

Xia Yan was talking about the goal just now, but when she saw Oh Ni Jiang really walked towards the men's bathroom, she fell backwards and was about to get down.

"Hey? What are you doing? Stop making trouble, many people are watching."

Xia Yan found that her hands were being grabbed and did not leave Ni Jiang's back all at once. The bathroom was right in front of her. She began to panic. Xiao Bei was still shameless. No one saw her and went in. When she was a child, she had never been to the male bathroom. When she was a trainee of Ni Jiang, she often broke into the male bathroom as Long Zhi Bei.

But it’s so embarrassing that people come and go here, after all, they are a big girl now.

"Ah! Are you really here?" The little guy raised his feet and put them on the door frame. Xia Yan widened his eyes: "I'm joking with you. What a big man, don't make trouble!"

"Taiyan, don't bully Xiaomeng!" Ji Chengyong, who was about to enter the locker room, couldn't bear to see it anymore.

"That's right, Chengyong Oppa, he knew how to bully me, how well he was!"

Park Tae-yeon just leaned down and carried Xia Yeon in.

"Stop making trouble, don't make trouble, it's so irritating!" Xia Yan pretended to close her eyes, and her little feet, which were originally pedaling at the door, turned into a hooked door frame.

"Change the bandage! The wound needs to be treated."

"..." Xia Yan tilted her head and looked at Park Tae-young's face at this time. No wonder she felt sticky just now. Park Tae-young's face was completely different from his usual image of not being tired. Her head was also wet. Xia Yan thought it was left by pouring water on her head at the end, but now she found that it was indeed sweat. "Let go!"

Park Tae-yeon let go of Xia Yeon, the little guy picked it off, sealed the door directly with the sign placed next to it, and then closed it.

Park Tae-yeon was already sitting on the sink and took off his sneakers.

Xia Yan looked over and saw that the red socks were originally red, and her entire eyebrow changed at her ankle.

"Tsk, when did it be listed?"

"Free kick, that's tackled."

Xia Yan quickly opened the medical box and then went straight to do it.

"I'm going, it's swollen, still kicking?"

"It's okay, I'll hold on in the first half, and now I'll pay attention in the second half. I'm a deterrent force on the court." Park Tae-yeon shook his head.

Xia Yan glanced at him, then didn't talk much, helping to take off the same color-changing naked foot protection, and then directly cut the bandage with scissors.

Then quickly cut off the thread that has stuck in the swollen skin.

"Stop kicking."

Park Tae-yeon shook his head and refused to speak.

The little guy bit his lip and looked up at him again, and then quickly dealt with it in his hands.

Five minutes later, he wrapped his bandage and looked at Park Tae-yeon without saying anything.

Park Tae-yeon ignored her and looked at the socks on the side. He didn't put them on. He tied his feet naked, then picked up the sneakers and started rinsing.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Ji Chengyong walked in. He glared in the locker room for a long time and did not come back. Finally, he couldn't help but come over to take a look.

"It's okay, you know the little guy's massage technique. Let her help me press my feet! I've been a bit fierce in the past few days!"

"Oh, hurry up, the coach is setting up the second half tactics." Ji Chengyong didn't doubt anything. He had enjoyed Park Tae-yan's massage during training. When he played for the National Olympic Team in the past, Park Tae-yan also helped him massage during the intermission, allowing him to quickly relieve the pressure on his feet. The effect can be said to be very good.

"Yeah." Looking down at the right foot that had not passed the socks.

"Bandage? The foot injury has not healed yet?"

"The socks are broken, this is to prevent accidents! Let's go."

Xia Yan watched the two of them go out without saying a word. She waited until the others left before giving up the medical box hidden behind her and quickly sorted it out. Her whole little face was smelly.

Fortunately, all of them are in the Korean team area, and no one is walking around here, or in the middle of the day, everyone is busy.

When he opened the door, a staff member next to him was stunned when he looked at the signs cleaned at the door. He found that Xia Yan was stunned when he came out. Then he looked up at the mark on the door and looked at Xia Yan.

"Walk away, what's the way? Haven't you been to Thailand?"

Xia Yan turned the other party directly and then left. The staff opened his mouth and said, was the other party speaking Korean? It should be Japanese? Anyway, he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

He put away the sign and walked into the bathroom, took the trash can and walked out. He didn't realize that he hadn't started cleaning yet. Why was the sign just now? It was when he cleaned it up and didn't put it away?

When the garbage was poured in, he was stunned again when he pushed the cart. He looked at the bloody bandage and looked at the direction where the little guy walked away in confusion. Is this the aunt scarf of a Japanese and Korean girl like? A strange oriental person.

At this time, Park Tae-young, who was in the locker room, took a pair of socks on his back and changed it. Many people saw his right foot wearing a bandaged one, but he didn't explain anything.

"In the second half, we will basically keep the tactics unchanged, that is, the defenders don't have to be pressed up. The German team will definitely change their lineup. Then, rely on Taiyan to counterattack quickly, isn't it a problem?"

Park Tae-young, who was checking whether the baby's red sneakers were still stained, raised his head and looked at the head coach, and immediately pointed his head: "No problem, but I won't participate in the defense in half?"

"Well, yes, you wait for them halftime, just put pressure on them and dare not attack with all your strength."
Chapter completed!