number one striker

Chapter 2 Caesar and Zhang Yu

Write in front:

This chapter is not well written.

You can tell from the name that they want to get them together.Halfway through the writing, I felt that it was too pitiful for a little girl who had left her hometown to be fucked and thrown away by Caesar, so it became like this.

After reading it after writing, I just feel sick.If you don’t get together, what a fart you are writing, molesting the readers, right?

Well, I am too lazy to change it, and there will be no charge for this chapter.Watch what you want, skip what you don't want.

The second round match against CSKA Moscow was played up by the media as quite easy. Sneijder scored a goal shortly after the opening, and the two teams made no achievements in the following period. Inter Milan easily advanced.

This is the game that received the least attention in the top 8 of the Champions League. From the news after the game, it can also be seen that "Inter Milan easily advanced".

However, only fans who really watched the game know how difficult Inter Milan played.

Russia's away game is a headache for all strong teams. The weather and their fans have caused many giants to fall into the sand.

Caesar played mediocre in this game, and the Russian big muscle masters have limited his speed very well.If it hadn't been for Sneijder's early goal, which gave everyone in Inter Milan a psychological advantage, the game might have reached an uncontrollable result.

But it's good to win. This is the first time Inter Milan has reached the semi-finals of the Champions League in the past 7 years. They have reason to celebrate.

Back in Milan, Mourinho gave everyone a day off, and the lively Materazzi had already come alive.

"Luther, I heard you got Rosie Whitley." While everyone was still on the plane, Materazzi switched to Caesar's side and whispered.

Caesar nodded: "That's right."

"What does it mean? Why don't you ask Whitley to introduce a few sisters here, so we won't go out for a while, and just have fun at my house."

Caesar rolled his eyes. Rosie Wheatley is the signing angel of "Victoria's Secret", and she is different from those cat and dog models.How can her sisters like Balotelli and Muntari, let alone dating you.

But Caesar didn't dare to tell the truth. He coughed twice and said, "She just flew to the United States two days ago, so don't expect her to pimp you."

Materazzi immediately collapsed on the seat, and weakly yelled to the back: "Okay, okay, I'm going to the United States, I'm not here."

"Hey, I told you earlier, I already asked the yellow-faced woman at home to take a good leave."

"Hey, I've long felt unreliable, she is a world famous model."

"What about the world's supermodel? I, Balotelli, am still a world-class star."

"You self-appointed?"

Caesar looked over, my good guy, half the team is surrounded to eavesdrop, and you all want Rosie to pimp you?
Although the plan to fool Caesar was unsuccessful, Materazzi's party came as scheduled.

Caesar also received the invitation and went alone to Materazzi's villa on the outskirts of Milan.

"Why did you come here by yourself?" Materazzi looked at Caesar, who said, "Otherwise?"

Materazzi slammed the door shut with a "bang": "Hurry up and find a woman, or go home!"

Caesar was dumbfounded: "Where the hell am I going to find you a woman?!"

"I don't care! Anyway, no singles can appear in my Materazzi's party! Whoever you want, as long as it is a female, I will let you in!"

"What the hell?" Caesar was helpless, and returned to his car and sat down.

This car is one of his rewards for endorsement of Audi, and he can choose the car he likes arbitrarily.

Caesar chose an RS5 (hamsters don’t understand cars, so it should be written correctly), and they don’t usually drive it very much.Today, I finally came out to let the air go, and was shut out by Materazzi.

Just when Caesar was thinking about whether to go home or go home, two girls walked out of a nearby villa.

One of them seemed to be throwing up, and the other was slapping her on the back.

The two walked over staggeringly, and Caesar saw clearly that it was Zhang Yu and someone he didn't know.

"Excuse me, may I ask, eh? It's you." Zhang Yu probed his head, "What are you doing here?"

"I still want to ask you." Caesar looked at the woman who vomited all kinds of meat and vegetables, "Tell her to stay away, and don't vomit in my car."

"Virtue." Zhang Yu said something in Chinese, and Caesar certainly understood it.

"You two young girls should be careful wandering around here. If it's not me but some other pervert, you will be finished." Caesar said sarcastically.

Zhang Yu felt concerned, looked around, and said to Caesar, "I accompanied my roommates to their company party today, but an old man kept drinking to her, and it took me a lot of effort to protect her. Can you please send us back?"

Caesar didn't mind, but he remembered another thing.

"You made a bet with me last time, and I won, remember?" Caesar was referring to the "30-ball incident."

"Remember, what's wrong?" Zhang Yu looked at Caesar warily.

"You accompany me to a party, and I'll send you back." Caesar threw out an olive branch.

"You wouldn't do anything to me, would you?" Zhang Yu struggled to carry his friend who had drunk too much.

"Virtue." Caesar imitated Zhang Yu's accent and Zhang Yu opened his mouth wide: "You can speak Chinese?"

"It's okay, put her in the back row." Caesar parked the car again, and left Zhang Yu and her classmates behind.

"Ding dong!"

"So fast?" Materazzi opened the door and looked at Zhang Yu, who looked like a lady in a formal suit, in surprise. The gap on his chest made Materazzi look straight.

"Hey, can Asians grow up so big?" He thought that Caesar just found a young lady, and his words were a little presumptuous.

Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes, took out a small notebook from his bag, and recorded something.

"What is she doing?" Materazzi raised his vigilance.

Caesar smiled happily: "She is a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport."

Materazzi was crying, you Caesar, why did you find a reporter? !

So what the hell are we still playing!

Balotelli ran over with the watermelon rind on his head, followed by two young models chasing after him. It seemed that the three of them were having a good time.

"Shhhhh."

Zhang Yu is also very happy to record.

"Why, you dare not let us in?" Caesar smiled meanly, Materazzi asked for trouble, and had nothing to say.

Of course, everyone is teammates, and it is impossible for Caesar to cheat others.There are reporters here, how can Balotelli and the others have fun.

After teasing Materazzi, Caesar left first, and everyone didn't know that there was such an affair between Caesar and Materazzi.

"Don't post these things randomly, I don't want to cheat them." Caesar said while driving.

Zhang Yu nodded: "I know, just treat it as a reward from you, I won't talk nonsense."

Caesar helped push his roommate back to the room, and when he was about to leave, Zhang Yu leaned on the door frame and asked, "Are you going back now?"

"Otherwise?" Caesar turned back.

"I thought you would have the cheek to insist on staying. Not bad, not bad. My impression of you has changed." Zhang Yu nodded, and Caesar half-truthfully said: "What if I said to stay now?"

Zhang Yu tilted his head: "Then tomorrow's newspaper will appear "Prince Meazza Yeyu and Two Daughters, a certain party: He behaved as bravely as he played football"."

Caesar fled in despair.

(End of this chapter)