National Treasure Striker [Football]

Julian's low spirits weren't just because he was about to start a week of devilish weight loss.

The most important thing is that if he wants to go away with the team in the next game, he will inevitably have to fly with the team.

Borussia Dortmund is in Germany, from where he had just traveled several hours by train to London.

Julian didn't understand geography well, and he forgot that England is an island country. If he wants to go to other countries, it is basically inevitable to take a plane.

He is so stupid, really, if the Bundesliga team doesn’t take him to play, he can go to the Bundesliga team to try, next season, carry a wave of promotion to the Bundesliga and it’s over, carry can’t perform well and he can transfer to the Bundesliga team... …or go to Italy or Spain.

His Italian is much better than English. Although this body grew up without his mother, his father, Felix Sr., had a special teacher to teach him Italian when he was a child—because his mother was Italian, Felix Sr. I believe that being a human being should not forget one's roots.

With the foundation of Italian, it will not be too difficult to learn Spanish.

#His old father is undoubtedly true love for the mother he has never met.

Tsk, he should go to Serie A to join his cousin, but Italy is a goalkeeper. In his cousin Marchisio's team, the goalkeeper is not easy to get ahead.

Air crashes are such a terrible thing that only those who have experienced them can know how terrible they are.Julian regretted his life.

After thinking about it, the reality does not allow him to be picky. Anyway, the flight is only a few hours, so bear with it first, and then talk to the boss when he is awesome, for example, he will not go to the away game or something.

#It was arranged clearly Wenger:? ? ?

Hey, it's easy for him to beg for food and live.

Super aware of current affairs Julian puts weight loss on the agenda after giving himself enough encouragement.

Start at 7 a.m. and run on the treadmill.

Then eat a big, nutritious meal, start targeted strength training, and work off the ball when you're done.

Eat at 12 noon, rest for a while, and start ball training in the afternoon.

After gnawing the vegetable leaves at night, do some upper body strength training, especially Julian is the goalkeeper, and needs to strengthen the strength of his arms.

The method is simple and rude, boxing.

He adapted well and fought with Van Persie and the boxing coach. Van Persie had his own body management team. Julian was arranged, and he also generously brought Julian with him.

After receiving Julian's fist, the boxing coach chatted with Van Persie when they were drinking water and resting, saying that you are a great teammate, how do you look like a novice boxing for the first time?As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any. Julian has obviously practiced it. His strength is not light, and he can control it very well, retracting and releasing freely.

Van Persie said nothing at the time, and it wasn't surprising that he had practiced, although he didn't think a dancer would go out of his way to practice boxing.

To Van Persie's surprise, Julian followed him all day without being tired or showing any unbearable emotions.

And neither the second nor the third day.At most, he would expose it when he was eating. He would eat with great care and eat slowly, as if this could numb his brain and subconsciously feel that he was eating more.

Sit and eat with Julian, especially when my share is more than his.

Van Persie slowly felt that it was interesting, because Julian's expression of eating solemnly was very appetizing.

Three days have passed, Julian's body fat percentage has not changed, and the weight loss is not obvious.He looked at the numbers on the scale, and suddenly remembered his own talent.

As far as he knows, people who dance are always thinner, not only because they eat less, but also because dancing consumes a lot of calories.

Therefore, if he digests food half an hour after a meal, he can consider dancing.

So the question is, what to dance?Just jump?

In his previous life, Julian couldn't dance. At most, he had joined in the fun and practiced the waltz. He was far from a professional.

But this life is different. In his body, although he didn't deliberately feel anything, he can clearly feel the desire to move every cell in his body in the dead of night.

"He" loves to dance, just as he loves to play football.

Julian took a deep breath, picked a piece of grass at random, and stopped.

The distant sky was tinged with deep purple, when he looked up, apart from the stars that might not shine any more in the next moment, there was probably some confusion about where he was going.

The sky is huge and the earth is vast, and he seems very small in it.

The sky is still, and so is the earth. Although he is small, if he moves at this moment, he moves quickly, as if the sky is also moving with him.

He put his hands behind his back, and his body entered the state in the next second.

He raised his perfectly shaped chin and drew a circle on the ground with his right foot. He already had a complete set of movements that he had practiced thousands of times in his mind.

He can memorize those dance steps backwards, it has become an instinct, and he can imitate a dance partner without a dance partner.He can dance both women's and men's steps.

It is precisely because there is no partner, he does not need to accommodate the other party, but follows his own heart and dances with the most ostentatious strength.

Julian is not the Julian before. He moves with his own unique philosophy of life, and dances are all common. He unconsciously incorporates more elements that are more passionate and extroverted.

Step forward, turn your hips, swing your waist, turn around, rotate, and cross steps.

Every time I open my eyes, it is an affectionate kiss.

The star stared at him silently. He had looked at it in the last second, and in the next second, it seemed to move with the spinning figure, pass through the clouds, and continue to stop above, not wanting to miss the only moving figure in the world .

However, no matter how it moves, there is always such a long distance between it and him, and it does not change because of his more flexible and rapid dance steps, nor does it change because of his more comfortable posture.

In the eyes of others, the distance between that person and that star is actually only a small step.

One step away, so close to the end of the world.

He has no partner, he dances alone in the night.The wind blew through his golden hair and raised the shadow covering his forehead. Van Persie stepped out and saw the eyes hidden under the shadow——

The not-so-bright light illuminates his eyes from the side, and it’s hard to tell what color it is, gray-green with dark blue, or light blue with light green. The moment they turned their heads, the two looked at each other, and his pupils were not clear. In focus, Arsenal No. 10 felt that he must have been looking at himself just now.

There is no background music, and Van Persie can't understand which dance he is dancing. He just thinks that with his powerful movements and every dance step with its own rhythm, it seems that he can compose a dance music that makes people feel hot all over.

If dance music has a sound, it must be a majestic piece, expressing the beauty of strength unique to men, mixed with the indistinguishable neutral beauty under the complex and flexible dance steps.

Van Persie has never seen people dance like this up close, except in a disco—of course it is different, people in the disco dance as they please, while Julian's is really professional with a layman's feeling.

The muscles of the calf are tensed during the kicking, stretching out a beautiful arc, one foot flexibly circled back, and the other quickly forwards, changing steps a few times, turning around the powerful slender waist, starting from the shoulder To the ankle, I don't know when it became another set of movements.

The pace under his feet was getting faster and faster, and Van Persie couldn't tell his left leg from his right leg.

The staff who managed the stadium passed by and forgot to continue walking. He stared at Julian dumbfounded, surprised that he was about to transform into phantom legs, and at the same time he couldn't help worrying whether he would trip him.

——If you make a mistake and fall at this speed, you won't be crippled, right?

He lost himself in the dance, or noticed that someone was watching him, but he didn't stop.

He seems to be dancing the climax of this dance, his expression is very calm, but his body shows a completely different frenzy.The people watching couldn't bear to disturb him, they just watched him dancing alone.

He stretched out one hand forward, with the palm upward, as if he was supporting someone. He kept moving his feet, and his toes quickly changed back and forth. On the side of the waist, Van Persie frowned, it may be an action of supporting the waist of the dance partner.

He heard the staff whisper: "Is it tango? Hey, I didn't realize he was dancing male step until the end..."

Julian's movements finally slowed down. He was spinning on the spot alone. No, there should be two people—he stretched out his hand to float another non-existent person. Looking at the position of his palm, he should be a person whose height only reached his chest. , a petite woman.

He took the non-existent dance partner, protected the non-existent dance partner, leaned slightly while spinning, and leaned his face downward, like kissing a lover in the period of passionate love, and kept a gentleman's unobtrusive distance .

He took half a step back and rolled steadily to a point on the grass.

The graceful neck and straight back stretched into an elegant arc, like two cross-necked swans saying their last farewell.

——The small teammates, who are completely different from the usual ones, are making the most graceful ending movements in a protective posture.

At night in London, thousands of kilometers away from Bremen, he completed this dance alone, and slowly closed the curtain under the gaze of two people.

There is warmth emanating from the bones, and there is also the sadness of silent dance music.

Van Persie turned to look at the staff: "Do you know what song it is?"

The staff member shook his head: "I don't understand this either. I only know a very famous tango song. You may be familiar with it. It has appeared in many movies and it's called "One Step Away."

a step far.

When you don't look at the other person, you will see hatred. When you look at the other person, you will feel the extreme passion of love. You can't separate, and you can't get close. This is the famous Spanish tango, one step away.

Van Persie looked at the person with closed eyes in front of him. He had an amazing balance ability, and he still maintained the curtain call action. His chest was still rising and falling, and the side of his face was slippery with wetness.

His eyes were almost closed from the beginning to the end, and the occasional glances were just glimpses.

The not-so-young staff member said, "This kid must be someone with a story."

Thinking of the scar on the child's wrist that he saw before, Van Persie was silent.

Julian opened his eyes, let out a breath, and looked at the two people standing in the wind.

Jumping like this every day will definitely lose weight quickly, and he will sweat after 10 minutes of doing this.

Julian wiped his face, only to find that Van Persie's face was a little strange.

He blinked and asked puzzledly, "Captain, you haven't gone back yet?"

Van Persie: "No, I'll be right back."

Julian said carelessly: "Oh, then you go back quickly, don't make sister-in-law anxious."

Van Persie: "..."

staff member:"……"

After saying goodbye to the two people, Julian was still wondering, what happened to these two people?Is he that ugly when he dances?Why do you look like you are suffering?

……

On the fifth day, after training as usual, Van Persie suddenly proposed to Julian that he knew a good tattoo shop and asked Julian if he was interested.

Julian didn't have a tattoo, but seeing Van Persie glance at his wrist several times, he seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of the strange words Van Persie said to him that afternoon.

Want to tell Van Persie that it was all an accident?He himself doesn't care about the past?

It's better to respond to the concern from the captain, right?

Julian made excuses and explained a wave: "This is when I accidentally broke a cup when I was a child, and then accidentally fell on it..."

Van Persie was unmoved, and stared at him with dark eyes: "When I was a child?"

Julian: "Ahem, I misremembered, it was recently."

"..."

Van Persie told his own considerations: "You will be a public figure in the future, and it is always bad to be photographed by the media."

That's right, Julian couldn't understand the maliciousness of the media any more. He had felt it deeply in his previous life.

He simply ate Van Persie's Amway and followed him to get a tattoo.

The tattoo artist is an acquaintance with Van Persie, and he was very enthusiastic when he introduced his friends. Knowing the location of Julian's tattoo, he thoughtfully recommended the pattern to him.

"The shape of this wound, a tattoo of a cool little animal, can just cover it completely."

"for example?"

"These are my newly designed drawings, and I don't intend to sell them. But I can pick one for you, all of which are unique."

Julian's eyes moved, and finally settled on the pattern of a small insect.

Black head, eight legs.

Looks like a spider.

I feel that this word is inexplicably familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

"That's it."

Julian looked at the eight-legged animal with great interest and asked, "Does it have a name?"

The man with the tattoo replied, "Black Widow."

Well, good name.

Julian had never had a tattoo in his previous life, and this was the first time in two lifetimes, so he was quite curious.

result--

Julian was tattooing inside, and Van Persie was waiting outside. He was reading newspapers and drinking British afternoon tea comfortably, when he heard a scream of "Aww" from inside.

Then came the voice of the tattoo artist: "It will be ready soon, bear with it!"

"..."

A person who dares to prick his body with a needle, a person who is not afraid to gesticulate with a knife, will be afraid of being pricked by a tattoo needle?

Day [-].

Julian's wrist was still a little swollen, but the effect was already visible. When the redness and swelling were all gone, there was a lifelike black spider.

Wenger didn't know where he found out about Van Persie taking Julian to get a tattoo, so he called Van Persie to the office to talk for half an hour.The teammates and Julian winked, saying that Robin must have been educated by the boss.

Julian, one of the parties involved, was not afraid. He smoked and had tattoos. He was recognized as the most difficult cub at the Emirates Stadium.

Van Persie didn't respond when he came out, and the arrogant and cool guy couldn't easily collapse.In the afternoon, the Emirates Stadium was opened to family members, and Van Persie brought his five-year-old son.

Little Van Persie's name is Shaquille, and he looks like a tiger, just like his father Van Persie.

He has been very interested in football since he was young. The Arsenal players were practicing dribbling and shooting around the pole. They passed one by one, and Shaquille just sat there and watched obediently.

After everyone finished training, Van Persie walked over, carried his son, and stood at the starting point of the slalom project.

When Julian came back from weighing himself, he noticed the little guy not far away, and the little guy also saw Julian. He recognized him and found that he seemed to have never seen Julian, a strange big brother.

"Papa!" Shaquille hugged Van Persie's neck and pointed at Julian.

Van Persie introduced to his son: "That is my new teammate, Julian Felix. Shaquille, you have to call him brother."

Shaquille couldn't figure it out. Why did his father tell him to call the guy with the nice hair color brother when the rest of the club called him uncle?

Little Van Persie wrinkled his nose slightly, feeling that the matter was not simple.

Remembering that her mother would let her sister call her brother, Shaquille's face became serious:

"Papa, is he your son too?"

"..."