Moonlight’s Korean Entertainment Rebirth

Zheng Xiujing, who was bewildered, got up, pursed her mouth, feeling dry skin, and thought about pulling down the sheets and turning over to get out of bed.

Feeling the weight after holding the kettle, shook his face reluctantly, got up with the kettle and prepared to go downstairs to the kitchen.

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

"Well, it sucks."

Staring wide-eyed at the TV set in the living room, the older sister lying on the sofa, and the old man sitting there drinking fried chicken and beer.

"Is football so good-looking?"

Lying down Jung Soo-yeon ignored her sister, still looking at the TV: "Daddy, it was 2-1 in the first half, is there a chance in the second half? I don't think today's state is very good."

"Except for our Taiyan players, they seem to be a bit too stressed."

Zheng Xiujing was directly angry, is the father and daughter ignoring her? But when she was about to speak, she suddenly found the coaching bench flashed by the camera, blinking uncertainly.

"Eone, was that her just now?"

"Yep!"

Jung Soo-yeon 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 Nan'an Pudu coach. Although she wears a cap every time, she can still be familiar Recognize her.

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

Zheng Xiujing glanced at her sister with embarrassment, and then went to the kitchen to pour water, but she still looked at the TV from time to time. It is still a miraculous thing to see her on the TV.

After a while, he walked back, put the cup down, and sat down next to his father.

"Baby won't sleep? You don't like to watch football?"

"just looking around.."

"Pretty~!" "Yeah~!"

Before I finished speaking, I saw the excited people of my father and sister, and then high-five each other to celebrate. Zheng Xiujing, who was not surprised, looked into the camera, and saw my most annoying guy recently, opening his hands as if Just like flying, quickly rushing all the way along the cheering auditorium.

"This kid really didn't see it!" Father Zheng, who is both an athlete and his wife, has a natural affection for athletes. "It's a shame officially. If it wasn't for the little guy to have a baby boy, maybe I would introduce it to the big girl."

The two sisters who heard this were taken aback, and then Zheng Xiuyan thoughtfully, Zheng Xiujing immediately stared at her father.

"Daddy, do you know him?"

Father Zheng looked back at the little daughter amusedly, and then looked at the elder daughter and asked: "You haven't been in contact all the time, haven't you talked to Crystal?"

"What did she say, she doesn't remember." Jung Soo-yeon rolled her eyes, looked at the screen, and said indifferently.

"What? I don't understand what you are saying."

"At that time you were still young, did you look like this when you were 4 years old?" Father Zheng said uncertainly.

"When I came to Seoul, did I change the phone number with him at that time?" Jung Soo-yeon also couldn't remember the specific situation. At that time, he contacted himself first.

"Ah, can you make it clear, how did our family meet him?" Zheng Xiujing has a black line, and the way of communicating with the father and daughter is really hot.

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

"He made you cry when he was a child, I almost beat him!" Zheng Xiuyan thought of something bulging a bun and holding back a smile.

Zheng Xiujing was frustrated, and talked with their two colleagues, really don't want to figure out what happened. "Why don't I have any impression?"

"..."

Turning their heads and looking over again, both father and daughter watched the game seriously. No one paid any attention to her. Zheng Xiujing wanted to throw pillows angrily, but still did not dare to suppress her sister by force in front of her father. , But thinking of seeing her on TV, I sat there with embarrassed face and watched.

Zheng Xiuyan turned her head and glanced at her sister, wrinkling her buns face a little distressed.

"Okay, hey, what a pity."

With a good cry from father, he once again attracted her attention back to the TV. Let's solve Crystal's problem slowly.

. . . . . .

Pu Taiyan was annoyed, clutching the back of his head, and slowly backing away facing the opponent's goal.

The state of the teammates is really bad today, everyone is a little bit because the pressure of the key game is too great.

But now the score of 2:2 is not too big a problem, he has nearly one goal, one assist, and there are 10 minutes of the game, there is still a chance.

Turned around and ran slowly towards the midfield, glanced inadvertently, and the fans were excited about singing again because of his goal.

He pursed his lips, really distressed, or staying here to play in the Premier League next season? In fact, Park Taiyan is really a little confused now.

In his previous life, he lived more than 30 years old, and his life is unclear. Now he is asked to play on behalf of the South Korean team. His psychologist is reluctant, so now the best place to prove himself is the Champions League.

Looking at the rear line, his brows slowly frowned, but he didn’t seem to see any hope for staying here. The back line of defense was really bad. Before, he thought about whether he would pay for a stake in the club. , Use money to smash a better defense line out, and work hard for a year next year, and the Champions League the next year is not without a chance.

But the last time I visited Hong Kong, I returned everything except for a few properties in Seoul. Xueqi, or that guy, was disillusioned.

Stopped and looked silently at the Reading players who celebrated the goal again.

It was 3:2 again. Thinking about the powerlessness of losing to Liverpool in the FA Cup semi-final a few days ago, he was struggling to score goals, but his poor defense really made him speechless.

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

Walked directly to the middle circle, raised his hand to signal the players not to care, took the time to kick the ball over, looked at the direction of the football, moved a few steps and lifted the foot to unload the ball.

Then he tiptoed the ball to the kick-off point, stepped on the opponent who was still celebrating the delay, and looked down at the right foot that was stepping on the football. Maybe it’s really easy to use internal force, but the corners of the mouth are curled. What's more fun in this way, because of that, I have leveled it out, and it has even exceeded the physical fitness gap between Asians and Europeans.

I still have my own pride, as if I had already made a certain decision for the future road, his eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth with a smile, following the referee's whistle, he drove the ball out.

Throwing away the terrible conjectures in his mind recently, he doesn't want to verify this, and rushes to the opponent's goal quickly, and enjoy the moment!