Someone's confused Zheng Xiujing got up, pursed her lips and felt her dry skin. She thought about it and pulled out of the bed with her single one and turned over and got out of bed.

After taking the kettle, I felt the weight. After shaking it, I reluctantly embarrassed my face. I took the kettle and got up and prepared to go downstairs to the kitchen.

"Tsk! This back line really can't stand it anymore."

"Yeah, that's too bad."

He stared at the TV in the living room, his sister lying on the sofa, and his father sitting there drinking fried chicken beer.

“Is football so good?”

Jessie Jeon was lying down and ignored her sister, still looking at the TV: "Dad, they were 2-1 in the first half. Are there any chances in the second half? I don't think they are in good shape today."

"Except for us too distributors, we seem to be under a bit too much pressure."

Zheng Xiujing was furious, and was the father and daughter ignoring her? But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly found that the camera flashed past the coach's seat, blinking uncertainly.

"Ohni, was that her just now?"

"kindness!"

Jessie Jeon knew who she was asking. She often watched football games with her father when she had time. Of course, she had noticed Kim Ha-yeon, who appeared on the bench of coach Nanampdu, although she wore a baseball cap every time, people who knew her could still recognize her.

"By the way, Crystal poured me a glass of water."

Zheng Xiujing looked at her sister with a embarrassed face, then walked to the kitchen to pour water, but her eyes still looked at the TV from time to time. It was a magical thing to see her on the TV.

After a while, I came back, put down the cup and sat down next to my father.

"Baby is not sleeping anymore? Don't you like to watch football?"

"Look at it casually..."

"Beautiful~!" "Yeah~!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw everyone excited by his father and sister, and then celebrating each other with high-highlights. Zheng Xiujing, who was not scared, looked at the camera and saw the guy he hated the most recently, open his hands and seemed to be flying, quickly running along the cheering audience.

"This kid really didn't see it!" Zheng's father, who is both athletes and his wife, was born with a good impression of athletes. "It's a pity that if the little guy had a baby marriage, he might have introduced it to the big girl."

The two sisters who heard this were stunned. Then Jung Soo-yeon was thinking, and Jung Soo-jing immediately glared at her father.

"Dad, do you know him?"

Zheng's father looked back at his younger daughter with a funny look, then looked at his older daughter and asked: "Didn't you always have contact with him? Haven't you told Shuijing?"

"She doesn't remember what she said." Jessie Jeon rolled her eyes, looked at the screen, and spoke indifferently.

"What? I don't understand what you said."

"At that time, you were still young, did you look like 4 years old?" Zheng's father spoke with no certainty.

"When I came to Seoul, I changed the phone number with him at that time?" Jung Soo-yeon couldn't remember the specific situation. Anyway, he was the one who contacted me first at that time.

"Oh, can you tell me a little more clearly, how did our family meet him?" Zheng Xiujing was so black that she was really popular about the way the father and daughter communicated.

"It's not considered a meeting, it's just a chance encounter, but the little guy was really pitiful at that time." Zheng's father shook his head and said that it was not like that.

"He made you cry when he was a child, and I almost beat him up!" Jessie Jeon thought of something and holding back her smile with a bun on her face.

Zheng Xiujing was discouraged and talked to her two colleagues, so she really didn't want to figure out the whole story. "Why did I have no impression of it?"

“…”

Turning back to look over again, both father and daughter were watching the game seriously, and no one paid attention to her. Zheng Xiujing was so angry that she wanted to throw the pillow, but she still didn't dare to suppress her sister by force in front of her father. She wanted to turn around and run away angrily, but when she thought that she could still see her on TV, she sat there and watched with embarrassing face.

Jessica Jung turned her head and looked at her sister, wrinkling her face with a little distress.

"Okay, it's a pity."

My father's cheers attracted her attention back to the TV again, and the crystal problem should be solved slowly.

......

Park Tae-yeon was upset and covered the back of his head, slowly retreating towards the opponent's goal.

My teammates' condition is really bad today. Everyone is a little bit stressed because of the key game.

However, the score 2:2 is not a big problem now. I have scored a goal and assists, and there are more than 10 minutes left in the game, and there are still opportunities.

He turned around and ran slowly towards the midfielder, and his eyes were inadvertently scanned. After he scored a goal, the fans were excited and singing again.

I pursed my lips and was really distressed, or would I continue to stay here to play in the Premier League next season? In fact, Park Tae-yeon is really a little confused now.

He lived in his 30s in his previous life, and lived in an unknown way. Now he was asked to play football on behalf of the Korean team. His psychologist was reluctant, so the best place to prove himself now is the Champions League.

Looking at the rear line, he slowly frowned, but he seemed to be unable to see any hope when he stayed here. This defense line is really bad. He had considered whether he would pay to invest in the club himself and use money to make a better defense line. He will work hard for a year next year, and there will be a chance for the Champions League in the following year.

But last time I visited Hong Kong, I returned all the other properties except Seoul. Xueqi or that guy, and this idea was shattered.

Stopped and looked speechlessly at the Reading player who celebrated the goal again.

It was 3:2 again, thinking about the powerlessness of losing to Liverpool in the FA Cup semi-finals a few days ago. He was trying hard to score a goal, but the poor defense really made him speechless.

Maybe I was too arrogant when I thought about going to the Celestial College team. Football is not a one-person sport.

He walked directly towards the middle circle, raised his hand to signal the players not to care, seized the time to kick the ball over, looked at the direction of the football coming, moved a few steps and lifted his foot off the ball.

Then I tiptoed to the kickoff point, stepped on the opponent who was still celebrating and delaying time, looked down at the right foot of the football, and maybe it was really easy to use internal strength, but there was still some fun to keep my mouth up like this. I had already leveled it because of that, and even exceeded the physical fitness gap between Asians and Europeans.

I still have my own pride, as if I had made a decision for the future. I narrowed my eyes, smiled at the corner of my mouth, and drove the ball out with the referee's whistle.
Chapter completed!