Wembley Stadium is located in a football stadium in London, England, and is home to the English team, but today it will usher in the football finals of the London Olympics.

"Parent Park Tae-yan, I am an MBC reporter. What do you think of today's final?"

Park Tae-yeon, who walked off the bus and followed the player to walk into the player's passage, stopped, then reached out and pulled down his headphones, and looked at the reporter in confusion. The volume in the headset was quite loud, and even if he pulled it down like this, he could still hear the music.

Looking at Park Tae-yeon's cute look, the reporter knew that he had just said nothing.

"I said what do you think about today's game? Are you confident of winning against a strong enemy like Brazil?"

"The Brazilian team is very strong, but we will do our best." Park Tae-yeon went back to the past directly. He scored 8 goals in 5 games, and was definitely the biggest star in this Olympic football match.

So in the past few days he has been compared with Brazil's core team Neymar.

"Western media have always said that you play football with a Brazilian style. If you have the opportunity to challenge Neymar this time, will there be a fierce spark?"

Park Tae-yeon, who was originally going to enter, stopped and looked back at the MBC reporter. He really couldn't speak. Zhang Yi-won from SBS was better able to speak. As for whether others were beautiful, Park Tae-yeon would never admit it.

"Challenge? How many years does he have? Among the players of his age, who do you think I need to challenge?" Park Tae-yeon said, turned his head and left, and brought the headphones hanging around his neck again.

There is really no challenge in his mind to play the Olympics. Who will participate in the big-name star? To be honest, he doesn't like any of the young generation.

As for Brazilian football, he studied football in his previous life, and at that time, all the same age group were trained by him.

He accelerated a few steps and followed the players' locker room. As for what he said just now, he didn't care how the media misinterpret his meaning. Anyway, he still had such a little bit of arrogance.

Listening to Taeyeon's songs, my heart slowly calmed down.

Suddenly, I thought of something, took out my cell phone from my pocket, turned off the music software, and then selected a number to watch it, and hesitated and dialed out.

The picture quickly leaped to the Girls' Generation dormitory thousands of miles away. In the steamy bathroom, Taeyeon was taking a bubble bath. When she heard her phone ringing, her hand stretched out from the bathtub bar, and she casually wiped it on the towel wrapped around her head twice.

Then I took my phone and looked at it, and hesitated and hesitated or connected.

"What are you doing?" His tone was a little casual. Sure enough, the opposite side seemed to be scared, and then hesitantly spoke, not at all like his high spirits on the court.

"Well, are you sleeping?" Park Tae-yeon's voice came from his hands-free phone.

"No, what's the matter?" Kim Taeyeon slapped into the water with her left hand and answered at the other party, but the next second, a clear sound of saliva came from her phone. Perhaps it was because she was in the bathroom, and the echo effect was so good that she clearly realized that it was Park Tae-yeon who was swallowing: "Oh, don't think too much, I'll hang up the phone like this."

"No, no, I think you should be able to watch the game, so I'll call you and listen to you cheer me up..."

Kim Taeyeon bulged her face and looked at her phone. She really had no way to do it. Sometimes she really wanted to ask him where he was good, and why did he like him change it by himself? But then she felt that she was too cruel to him, so she said angrily: "Didn't Yoona cheer you on the spot?"

"Hey, what's the use of cheering her up? I think it's more useful than taking stimulants."

Kim Taeyeon pouted and was about to speak when she suddenly saw her phone jump out of the video phone mode. She instantly stopped answering, and then she said angrily: "Ah, what do you want to do?"

"Ah? The one who slipped his hand and accidentally pressed it was definitely not intentional."

"You, hang up the phone right next time, do you think so? The competition will start in one hour, right?" She asked, who had already adjusted the alarm clock and took a bath.

"Yeah, I'll go change my clothes and do pre-game warm-ups, and I won't have time to call."

"Oh, that's it!" Kim Taeyeon flicked the water with one hand and responded casually with her cell phone in the other.

"Ahem, so, hurry up and cheer me up. I didn't even say your MBC promotional video. You called Park Tae-heng's name, but you didn't call me."

Listening to the other side's a little scoundrel, Kim Taeyeon almost laughed, and then said seriously: "Whoever asks the swimmer is only one, your football team is a group of people."

"Oh, do you want to do this? Forget it, I'm in no mood anymore. I'm locked up. Anyway, if you can't win the gold medal today, it's your responsibility...Du,Du,Du!"

Kim Taeyeon opened her mouth wide, took her cell phone and came to her, but she was indeed hung up.

"Ah, who is!" The little hand slapped into the water with force, and his mouth was raised so hard that it could be hung with an oil bottle.

But after thinking for a while, I took my phone and started to operate it. After clicking it a few times, I put the phone aside, then got up and walked out to the shower.

Park Tae-yeon, who was at Wembley Stadium, continued to hold his cell phone: "Oh, if you don't answer your phone, it means I'm busy. Do you need to keep calling?"

Park Tae-young spoke helplessly. He just called Tae-yeon, and Yoona called, but he didn't answer, but Yoona kept calling, which made him not in the mood to ask Tae-yeon to cheer up.

"Who did you just talk to? They called you and cheered up. We are watching the game in the private room. Do you know where to celebrate if you score a goal?"

Park Tae-young listened to Yoona's long-winded words with a speechless look on his face, and then nodded.

"Ah, speak."

"I just nodded."

"You pig, how can I see you nodding? Well, that's it, fighting, wait, Xiaomang wants to talk to you." Before Park Tae-yeon could speak, he heard the little guy speak sweetly: "Oh Ni Jiang! Fighting! Don't disturb you anymore, prepare for exercise."

"Well, thank you, it's definitely super normal. You're much more useful than that annoying cum."

"Ah, you want to die!" This was Yoona's voice. Park Tae-yeon quickly hung up the phone, glanced at his phone, and saw the kakao sent by Kim Taeyeon.

She clicked in with a smile, and there was a video file inside. Park Tae-yeon immediately got her chicken blood. She was taking a shower. If it was the video taken at this time, she would have taken a cheering video.

When I clicked on it, Park Tae-yeon was immediately disappointed. Kim Tae-yeon was wearing clothes. Well, the video was not her alone, but the TTS trio, which should be the editing screen of their music center today.

"za,za,za, by the way, there is a Olympic football team final tonight!" During a hosting session, Kim Taeyeon suddenly said this.

Looking at Kim Taeyeon wearing a sky blue dress, Park Tae-young smiled slightly.

However, after saying this, Kim Taeyeon, who had two ponytails, made another wink, and then blew a kiss: "And with Park Tae-yan, fighting!"

"Onie is too bad. How can we do this alone? And we are there."

Park Tae-yeon didn't pay attention to the cheering and kissing of Pani and Seo Hyun on the side at this time. He clenched his fists hard, and then quickly changed his jerseys in the envious and jealous eyes of several players on the side and prepared to warm up.

......

"Wow, why didn't you arrange such a private room for me last time?" Lin Yuner sighed with her hands pressing the floor-to-ceiling glass, although she had already sighed just now.

Kim Xia-yeon poured two glasses of wine and handed it to Lin Yuner.

"Last time you suddenly came here, don't rush to make arrangements. OK, don't be like a rustic bun. Why don't you think you are the Korean storefront at this time?" Kim Xia-yeon was worried that she would be seen watching the game again, and the scandal was really confirmed. So this time I asked someone to arrange a private room, but it was given up from someone else's hand. I owe a small favor, but others were happy to let her owe her favor.

"Hey, no one can see it anyway. This is your rich life?" Yuna turned out to have a cup and a TV set in the room. She could watch the live broadcast, which made her watch clearer.

"Tsk, I'm not like this all the time, but sometimes, you have to show the rich to others so that the business can be done." He sipped the wine specially given by others, and then turned his attention to the competition venue.

The competition was about to begin. Xia Yeon tilted her head in confusion and looked at the TV. Sure enough, the picture was given to Park Tae-yeon's close-up: "It seems that Ni Jiang is very excited today."

Yoona looked at Park Tae-yeon who was stomping her feet quickly and then jumping non-stop, and said with a smile: "Of course it's the reason why I cheered him up."

"hehe!"

Kim Xia-yeon smiled and continued to sip her champagne.

"This wine is good!"

"Yeah! It's okay. Usually you drink mine, it's almost the same." Xia Yan was a little moved. The wine she got back was always stolen by a group of Ou Ni.

"Ah, aren't you? I feel distressed?"

"No, it doesn't matter if you and Ou Ni drink. I'm not very happy with them." Well, we Xiaomeng is still a little stingy.

“Goal~~~~~~~~~~!”

"..." The two of them quickly turned to the stadium. Park Tae-yeon had already started running, so he directly found a camera and then made a kiss.

"This is too fast, right? 28 seconds? He really took stimulant."
Chapter completed!