football king

Mordred and Chris were talking to each other, and those who didn't know thought they were playing some kind of turn-based game.

But Chris still needs to train here, and the two of them have to take time into account even if they are tired, after all, Mr. Madman has not forgotten their disobedience.

Mordred was naturally happy when he ran out, but unfortunately he was not happy for a few seconds.

Lin Yuelai gave her a big move. His mother, who was always kind and gentle in front of him, had a face full of resoluteness today. She took off her sunglasses and said, "Why did you come here suddenly? Didn't you still look like that a while ago? Are you competing with... what is it called, a team with the same name as the wine? Why did you come here today?"

Mordred couldn't even show a helpless expression about this. He knew that his dear mother didn't like watching football, and even if she watched it, it was to cheer him up, but he didn't know what happened there...

But who let this be my mother, what can I do if I spoil her.

"It's Herafi, not the name of the wine. I exhausted my energy in the last game, so Mr. Mourinho gave me a few days off. I don't need to participate in the next game, so I want to come to see you for a break Relax."

But he never expected that his mother would be so busy.

Lin Yue's eyes widened when she heard this, and she even put the coffee on the table, "Exhausted your strength!?"

"It's okay, come and stand up and let mom have a look."

Those eyes were like X-rays, and I wanted to pull Mordred away to see if there was anything wrong.

Being so cared for, Mordred felt warmth in his stomach, and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, if there is something wrong, sir will never let me out, don't you know Mr. Mourinho's style? ?”

"That's true." I don't know anything else, Mourinho's madman character is well-known, and Lin Yue relaxed after hearing his explanation.

Inexplicably commented on the murdered Mourinho: "Ache."

There was a little movement on his side, and the teaching assistant became nervous, "Sir, do you have a cold?"

At the same time, the slickers running back and forth on the field glanced here without leaving a trace, and then they were glared at by Mourinho and obediently continued training.

Then Mourinho said: "It's okay, it's just an itchy nose."

Mordred originally wanted to see his old friend Doyle, but his arm couldn't twist his thigh, so Lin Yue took him to 'see the world'.

It is said to meet the world, but in fact it is to be a model for Lin Yue.

Mordred's delicate elf-like appearance is indeed very easy to inspire others.

Mordred also resigned to his fate, and he had done a lot of hard work before.

When he came to Lin Yue's design room, there was a faint smell of gardenia, which was the perfume Lin Yue often sprayed. Mordred would feel at ease when he smelled this scent for a long time.

But in the next period of time, Mordred will have a psychological shadow on this fragrance.

Because every piece of clothing he tried on was made by Lin Yue himself.

There are men's clothing, women's clothing, and even skirts.

But Mordred adhered to the principle of doing the best, and insisted on turning the small design studio into a catwalk, which made Lin Yue feel very complicated.

Mordred looked straight ahead. Although he was wearing ordinary sneakers, he was indeed as thunderous as if he was stepping on high heels. His exquisite appearance did not steal the light of the clothes, but they were shining brightly together with those bright clothes.

The cross-step walk is even more standard than some wild models and Internet celebrities, and the indifferent look with empty eyes makes people want to hold the whole world in front of him.

The jewelry designed by Lin Yue collided and made a nice jingling sound.

Lin Yue looked at such a son, and thought of him sweating and smiling on the court.

That kind of son is still cuter, and I wanted to take him to see luxury goods, but now it seems that luxury goods may not be as attractive as football bought for more than ten yuan, forget it.

Lin Yue has never given up introducing Mordred to high-end brands. Anyway, dealing with these luxury goods can also increase his popularity and chips. The foundation of a star is to play football well, but commercial packaging is equally important.

But seeing his son like this, forget it, nothing is as good as his son being happy.

As for the issues of fame and money, it's not that he doesn't have a manager, so what is she doing with it when she has nothing to do.

Lin Yue smiled and shook her head, clapped her hands to attract Mordred's attention, "Don't try, my son is hopelessly handsome no matter what he wears."

Then she saw Mordred swept away his contemptuous look just now, and looked at her resentfully, "Look at the clothes on me, and say it again."

Mordred was carrying a cumbersome skirt. He was wearing a large skirt that would only be worn by European nobles in the Middle Ages. This kind of skirt looked extremely luxurious, but in fact it was very strenuous to walk.

If it weren't for his physical strength, he might be crushed by a ghost thing, it's too heavy.

Then when his mother said this to him, wasn't she really mocking him?

In the end, Lin Yue couldn't bear it anymore. Didn't she really give birth to a daughter with this resentful little expression?Or is it that she has already realized the essence of having children, and the more she thinks about it, the more she smiles, "Hahahahahaha, no, I want to take some photos for them to see."

Stone Hammer!Just mocking him.

Although Mordred has been complaining in his heart, he still stood obediently and let Lin Yue take the film, but he has not forgotten the poor Mendez, "Mom, you can't post on Twitter and YouTube after the filming, or my agent may Go crazy."

A football player can't be associated with the word "mother" even if he is associated with a gangster, otherwise the group of hooligans on the field will never show mercy. Even if he is not afraid of being fouled, it is better to do less than to do more.

Lin Yue also understood, and gave him an ok gesture, smiling while patting him.

After staying with Lin Yue for a whole morning, Lin Yue chased him away. When people like them came, they had the inspiration that no one should disturb them, and Mordred left obediently.

When he came to a familiar venue, the old man at the door actually knew him!

"I'm back, I'm going to see Doyle."

"They are training now, why don't you wait in my room for a while?"

Mordred quietly glanced at the uncrowned kings outside the gate, and nodded heartily.

Regardless of how tightly wrapped he is now, once the mask is pulled off, he will be surrounded by these guys.

In Madrid, he seldom goes out with anyone. There is either Chris or Kaka by his side. These two big names are still more famous than him. Even if he himself is blocked by reporters, they have a good relationship and will not embarrass him. Just chat a few words and go.

But this is America, not La Liga.

The folk customs here are much tougher than those in Spain, so they hid in the house of the concierge without saying much.

"You are very good! You have established yourself in Spain." The concierge has been paying attention to him when he was still in the youth training. Now that Mordred has become famous, he is actually happier than anyone else.

Mordred lowered his head. At that time, the uncle wanted him to enter the US team directly, but he refused. Although he didn't mention it later, he never gave up on this wish.

Until he moved to Real Madrid, left LA Galaxy money, and didn't even get into the US team he wanted, but the Chinese team.

The porter could see what he was thinking at a glance, the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help rubbing his head with the peaked cap with his big hand.

Watching him raise his head in astonishment, the porter said with a smile: "You are really a warm child, don't be sad, you have always been the pride of our youth training, child."

Mordred didn't speak, but the porter didn't stop.

"You have achieved very good results, aren't you? Your strength is very strong, and you are suitable for a better stage development." Speaking of this, the porter uncle sighed regretfully, "Although I know you are a piece of gold, I didn't expect you To be discovered so quickly, I want to watch you grow up for a few more years."

"But it's not too late, continue to shine in La Liga and let the entire Los Angeles Galaxy see how stupid it is to sell you at that price!"

Mordred bit his lower lip, and finally raised his head to look directly into the eyes of the porter and said: "I will, and La Liga will definitely be the same as the Los Angeles Galaxy, and my name will be resounding."

Then the uncle smiled heartily and patted Mordred on the back, "This is the Meris I know."

Although Mordred grinned when he was photographed, it didn't hinder his good mood at all.

After Mordred stepped into the Los Angeles Galaxy team again, it even felt like a world away.

Fortunately, the appearance of Doyle broke his dreamlike fantasy.

"Your boy is finally here! You said to come to see me a few days ago, but you just came now! You are too uninteresting." Doyle pressed down like a mountain, and Mordred was startled and hurried to the place. flashed past.

Doyle failed to stop the car and ate grass on the turf.

"Bah bah bah, are you still my good brother? You don't even catch me in this situation!" Doyle got up from the ground quickly, his mouth was full of the green taste of grass, which made him unable to help but show a disgusted expression.

Mordred also made the same expression, looked at the imageless Doyle, and silently said "No..."

"Wow! You also..."

Before Doyle could finish speaking, Mordred was raided.

The heavy slap on the back of the head blinded Mordred for a moment.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and there was only one person who would do this to him. He turned around and saluted the person behind him without thinking, "Hello, Captain."

"Don't be funny to me. It's been so long that you just want to come back to see us?"

Hearing this, Mordred immediately showed embarrassment, and then quickly recovered his lively side. He tugged at his sleeve and said, "Captain, the training in La Liga is too perverted! I don't have time at all."

The author has something to say:

Because of a cold, the nose is stuffy, and my brain hurts. I owe _(:з」∠)_ to make up the chapter. I will make it up as soon as I get better from the cold.