National Treasure Striker [Football]

Xidang Daddy Van Persie was choked by his son, and Julian almost died laughing beside him.

Van Persie pinched his son's face: "I only have one son, OK?" He gritted his teeth, but his face was sullen for no more than three seconds, and he also smiled.

Julian looked serious: "Captain, you are doing well this time, although I don't want to be your son."

Van Persie, who was still full of rejection just now, felt that something was wrong when he heard it. He didn't dislike him yet, but the child actually disliked him?

Julian snorted and said, "We are of the same generation, how can we fight side by side if we are inferior?"

Just kidding, he is a man who wants to be a father, and he was forcibly recognized as a son. Is it okay for Van Persie to earn his blood.

Van Persie said "Oh", put his son on his back, and continued to prepare for what he was going to do just now.

He was going to shoot around the pole with his son on his back.

Shaquille was very excited and waved to Julian friendly, completely unaware that he had just cheated his father.

Just after Julian finished his practice, he took out his mobile phone and was about to check it out, when he heard Van Persie say something pointedly: "You may not know what it means to be a father-son soldier."

Julian who reacted:? ? ?

Captain, so you are such a captain!

Calling you captain, you are still out of breath, right?

The vengeful Julian turned on the camera function and recorded a segment of Van Persie's face, but did not capture Shaquille's face, and captured Van Persie's heroic training with his son.

With Van Persie's permission, he took to Twitter and deftly tweeted the passage.

I want to eat meat:

Training with the captain, the captain showed me a wave of father-son love~

【video】

After tweeting, he returned to the homepage, clicked on the explosion message interface, and suddenly saw a prompt:

【Mesut Ozil followed you】

Not understanding why there was a special reminder, it took Julian a while to remember that Ozil seemed to be the central figure in a topic related to a speech he had casually liked before.

Well, the other party is still a professional player, and Julian returned the attention to the other party very politely.

Van Persie put down his son, glanced at his young teammate who was seriously playing with his mobile phone, raised his lips, took out his mobile phone, and tapped a few times.

Julian went back to look at his Twitter. There were already a lot of comments below. He clicked on the comment area, and the one with the most likes was on the top:

Robin van Persie:

[Envy can be born by itself. 】

Julian:? ? ?

Julian looked up, and the culprit who had just finished speaking was just a few meters away from him, with an innocent expression on his face.

Van Persie smiled: "When you are a little lighter, you can also enjoy the treatment of Shaquille."

The person who likes to be a father is really happy to be a father. He said, don't be jealous of the eldest son, you are just too fat, and your dad can't carry it.

Julian:? ? ?

No. 88 has a temper. Others think that Julian wears No. 88 because he weighs 88. He doesn't think so. He wears No. 88 because it sounds like Dad.

There is no homonym in German, but in the previous parallel world, a country called Huaguo was very powerful, and many clubs had to go to that country to make money, so Julian had learned a few words of Chinese at that time.

Julian ignored Van Persie, walked up to Shaquille, and squatted down.The originally expressionless face suddenly smiled, and treated Shaquille with the skill he used to face Haverts that day.

Sure enough, Shaquille couldn't resist Julian's charm, and Julian didn't take him to play football, but started to dance around in circles while holding him.

Van Persie: "..."

Shaquille is often taken by his father to play football. He has been influenced by football a lot, but this is the first time he has been taken to dance.

He really likes Julian's hair, so he doesn't reject Julian hugging him. Instead, he laughs happily because he is hugged by Julian in circles.

Julian made a few casual spins and Shaquille was conquered.

No. 88 is expressing with practical actions that it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a son, and he inspires to masturbate all other sons.

Even though he was dancing with the child in his arms, Julian didn't hesitate. His eyes were very serious, and he entered the scene in a second. His deep and beautiful eyes looked at Shaquille, which immediately attracted Shaquille's full attention.

Van Persie: "..."

Here it is again, this look again!

What's the matter with looking at your son like a lover?

Shaquille didn't know that his father was in a complicated mood. He excitedly stretched out his hand from Julian's arms to touch Julian's eyes.

Huh?He has good eyes and can talk!It will also change color!

Huh?He has two dimples on his face and wants to poke!

Julian danced casually, and he didn't dance tango with a lot of kicking movements. After all, he was responsible for other children. He turned around a few times and became interested. He lifted his long legs and made a straight horizontal movement. The legs are separated at 90 degrees, and one leg turns in a circle on the spot.

Van Persie:! ! !

Everyone who was also attracted: ? ? ?

Fuck!what did they see !

Ramsey froze when he poured the water, letting it fall to the ground without feeling anything.

The people present were all rough people who only knew the most common dance types. They were all stunned when they saw Julian's operation at first.

Walcott felt that his condition had improved a lot recently, and was going to thank Julian, but he, like everyone else, was shocked by Julian's jumping movements.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt like it: "Didn't Julian say he danced tango? Why do I look like ballet?"

Don't bully him because he doesn't read much, he doesn't know how to dance tango, he has seen ballet!

The fly in the ointment is that Julian is still wearing a sports jacket, which really doesn't match his movements, but it doesn't matter, Julian quickly changed his movements, and he directly danced a simple and rough youthful modern dance.

Can't kick?Afraid of falling into the child during difficult moves?Then twist your waist!

Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, neck twist, butt twist~

Captain, let's do ~exercise~exercise~

Van Persie was provocatively danced by Julian: "..."

Julian's eyes were fixed, and Van Persie suddenly couldn't understand how a man could have such eyes on his face.

Everyone: What the hell?

Is this a movement that a man can twist?This waist? ?This ass? ? ?

Sassy but sassy...

Van Persie's expression gradually stiffened. Seeing his son smiling so happily, he was afraid that his son who had finally cultivated his football hobby would be fooled into dancing.

At the same time, he was dissatisfied. Van Persie was the most unbearable to be provoked, and usually he would retaliate.

As a result, Julian ordered it to the end, returned his son to others when he was done, and even made a decent curtain call, which is a gentleman.

Little Van Persie's loud voice is not artificial at all: "Brother, my name is Shaquille Van Persie! I like you!"

Big Van Persie: "..."

Julian laughed openly, and the aggressive eyes just now disappeared.

He likes to get along with cute children. His father is not cute, but he is the cutest. Julian puts his hand on his lips, and when he throws it out, he blows a kiss~

Shaquille followed suit and blew a kiss~

Van Persie: "..."

Julian touched his head: "I remember that I like Dad the most."

Shaquille nodded fiercely, and knew to comfort the neglected father, but his eyes hadn't left Julian: "I like Dad the most!"

Van Persie: "..." It sounds fine, but why does it always feel that something is not right?

The playful teammates have already come over, and they hooked up with Julian one by one: "Hey buddy, do you do those moves just now? It's cool!"

"How about teaching everyone? Next time you can show your sister to Xiuxiu."

Julian didn't hide his secrets, everyone wanted to learn from him, and everyone happily followed him there.

Julian is a good teacher. The things he teaches are easy to learn and very handsome. Those with high comprehension can already dance with Julian.

They were very open, twisting their waists and their buttocks when they asked them to twist their waists. Everyone saw that Van Persie was still in a daze, so they called him to come over together:

"Robin come, come, let's go together~"

Under the expectation of his son, Van Persie still passed. He was also open-minded. In fact, he can play better than anyone else, but he has hidden it deeply in recent years.

Julian was teaching them the movements of their hands, how to control the swinging arc of their fingers, such as hooking their hands back, how to hook them in a coquettish yet elegant way.

Wenger came out and saw this scene:

A group of young lads squirmed quickly to the ground in the sun, and their smiling faces were full of vigor, a hundred times brighter than the sun.

The teaching assistant, Pat, was immediately stunned.What is this doing? !

Wenger also became in a particularly good mood when he watched it. He stopped his eyes on Julian, who was leading the dance, and turned his head after a while to ask the assistant: "What are they doing?"

The assistant coach hesitated: "Maybe... are you rehearsing a new goal celebration?"

Wenger expressed his understanding, and asked the assistant: "What day is it today?"

The teaching assistant said, "It's been a week."

Wenger nodded in satisfaction: "You can ask Julian to measure your body fat percentage."

A group of people danced happily, with one hand on hips and the other hand forward to make hookup movements.

Come on~ have fun~ Anyway, I have a lot of time~

Come on~ Pretentious~ Anyway, there is... Hey, the boss is here!

Everyone stopped quickly, drinking water and doing things, pretending that nothing happened.

With a serious face, the teaching assistant went up to announce Wenger's decision.

When everyone heard that Julian was about to measure his weight, they were very active, and they all booed and asked Julian to weigh him on the spot, and everyone witnessed the miraculous moment together.

The body fat rate is a bit more troublesome, the equipment can't be moved, and the weight is still ok.Wenger didn't object either, and he was about to fly to Dortmund for a match, so it's okay to let the players relax a bit more.

So Julian went to measure his body fat percentage first, which was fully up to the standard, and even exceeded the task. He confidently followed the people to the edge of the court, ready to weigh himself.

Julian stood up in the eyes of his teammates, and the number stayed at 83.3.

And the standard he agreed with Wenger is 83, and nothing more than 0.01 will work.

Nurse: "..."

Julian: "..."

Teaching assistant: "..."

Everyone: Pfft!

Julian hurriedly grabbed the nurse and asked her to help keep the whole number, so that Wenger would not see it.

Of course it was too late. Wenger could see it clearly, and even heard clearly that Julian was planning to do some tricks without telling him.

"..."

Don't be too embarrassed to be caught on the spot.

The old man was about to say something, but was stopped by Julian's witty action.

Julian began to take off his coat, not to mention taking off his coat, and began to take off his top.

After stripping his upper body, he glanced at the scale and it dropped to 83.2.

It worked!

When everyone understood what he wanted to do, their eyes almost popped out.

Is this also OK? !

Show... or you show!

Julian tried his best to tell them of course, but what if they didn't meet the standard?

If you don't meet the standard, continue...wait.

He politely asked the nurse to turn around. As the only woman present, the next scene made her uncomfortable.

Everyone: "..."

The female nurse guessed what he was going to do, she didn't care, she was even very interested, but everyone was booing and standing in front of her.

This group of people is really united enough at this time.

Walcott covered the place where the weight was displayed, saying that the final announcement would be made at the last moment.

Wenger: "..." Before he had time to say anything, Julian had already taken off his pants.Immediately afterwards, the shoes and socks were taken off, and there was only Fat Ci left.

A good skin is fully exposed, and the eight-pack abs are frank.

Walcott took his hand away, and everyone leaned over to see——

The shoes are so heavy, how come they are just 83 feet after taking them off?

But not.

The weight instrument is brutal and it shows 83.01 brutally.

It's really not letting go of 0.01.

"..."

Someone whispered from behind: "Did I say it? Don't underestimate Erliangzhong... It is also important at critical times!"

No matter what others think, anyway, everyone's brain circuits are very consistent, and everyone looks at the only place on Julian's body that has fabric.

Isn't it just 0.01 difference, it's you!

The atmosphere was very awkward at one time.

At this time, the old man stepped forward to rescue Julian. He coughed twice, indicating that there was no need to continue. Julian passed the level without any danger.

The teaching assistant waved his arm, and what he was looking at was scattered, so he hurried to practice, and after training, he went back to rest after eating, and played Dortmund tomorrow!

Everyone walked away step by step, and went to training obediently.

Dinner is eaten by the whole team. It is more reliable to eat a nutritious meal when the game is approaching, so as not to spoil your stomach.

Julian is still face to face with Van Persie.

Similar people, similar vegetable leaves and chicken breasts, and similar expressions of pious eating.

This time Julian ate very quickly, and the plate quickly drained.

Van Persie thought that he ate more than him and sat opposite him to eat. This comparison was cruel, so he offered to share some chicken breasts with him, as a celebration of his persistence, and this week's training will definitely not be in vain.

Unexpectedly, the child with a face full of lovelessness would reject it so simply.

He looked at himself seriously: "Captain, eat, I just want to eat, not hungry."

"..."

Then Julian took out his pack of cigarettes, took out one, put it in his mouth, and put the knife and fork after eating.

Watching him put the cigarette in his mouth with his slender fingers, the feeling of rebellion came again.

This posture was inexplicably familiar, and Van Persie finally realized that he couldn't understand why Julian was smoking a cigarette.

... His posture of holding a cigarette is exactly the same as that of the woman smoking in the red light district of Amsterdam that I have been to before.

But those women are full of prostitution and smoke, and their every move is seductive. Julian is not, he is very clean, but the aura he inadvertently reveals is very fierce, coupled with the new black spider tattoo on his wrist——

He squinted his eyes, and the radiance in them flashed by. He didn't need to light a cigarette, and he already had the special effect of swallowing clouds and fog.

...It's hard to believe that he is an obedient card who has been living in a dormitory and has no girlfriend.

If Van Persie knew the word "natural teasing", he might not have such a complicated brain circuit.

As for how he knew that Julian was not interested, Wenger said that day when he asked him to talk to the office.

The old man earnestly said that Julian is still a child, so he should take good care of it and protect the flowers of the club.

Van Persie couldn't hold back, and asked him, "What's the special meaning of holding it like this?"

Julian held his chin: "Have you heard the term 'quit smoking'?"

Van Persie nodded.

Julian is confident: "People who quit smoking will choose to eat sugar when they want to smoke. Similarly, I hold a cigarette not because I like smoking, but because I want to eat."

"So, I'm quitting sugar and meat."

Van Persie: "..."