National Treasure Striker [Football]
Chapter 3 Our Factory Will Not Collapse
Arsenal Club, Emirates Stadium, Manager's Office.
There are two paper documents on Wenger's desk.
One is today's newspaper, with pictures of Wenger himself and Manchester United coach Ferguson.
There is also a shocking big score between them, 2-8, which clearly shows the fact that Arsenal lost to rival Manchester United by a big score a few days ago.
The headline is a sentence full of sarcasm——
[Only Spider-Man can save the Premier League relegation team Arsenal. 】
There are two more lines below:
"Kroenke should ask Spider-Man to save Arsene Wenger, instead of allowing him to raise an unwarranted 7000 million every day and clamoring that Arsenal will buy people."
"Compared to Cesc Fabregas, Spider-Man is much cheaper."
There have been five rounds of the Premier League this season. After five rounds, Arsenal's record is an astonishing one draw and four losses, falling to the bottom of the standings in one fell swoop.
It is embarrassing that a former strong team under the leadership of a champion coach has fallen into the crisis of relegation in less than 10 years.
Although it can be explained that none of Arsenal's encounters are underdogs, it is really surprising that such a result was played by the league's fourth-best player last season.
Kroenke is the major shareholder of Arsenal, and he is still an American, so there is a good thing that the media naturally thinks of the American Marvel Company, and claims that only superheroes can save Arsenal.
A superhero in the Marvel universe?Isn't it Spider-Man?
Professor Wenger glanced at the newspaper byline, The Sun.
He silently opened another document, put the Sun newspaper at the bottom, and at the same time picked up the coat on the back of the chair to put it on.
The staff actually took the Sun newspaper into his office, it's time to deduct wages.
When he saw clearly what was written in the document on the desktop, the white-haired old man froze.
Trial Resume
Trainer Name: Julian Felix
Age: 18
Height: 188
Trial position: goalkeeper
Other positions he is good at: Forward
Hobbies: Tango
Self introduction: Miss me, you will regret it.
Temperature difference sign: "..."
Surprised, he didn't zip up his coat smoothly.
Wenger has a not-so-nice nickname, called the temperature difference sign, as the name suggests, he almost signed it.
The potential stocks that he almost signed in those years have now become the big stars who are alone and see Arsenal beat them every time.
What Drogba, Ibrahimovic, Pique, Messi, Ronaldo, Suarez... too many, of course, no one knows Wenger's true thoughts on these bad things, one can imagine that he will not Where to go.
As a result, Julian's self-introduction, which hit the soul, was successfully remembered by Wenger.
Wenger remembered the email his Bole Dane sent him, and it seemed that this kid named Julian was recommended.
It was Dane who brought Wenger to Arsenal at the beginning, and gave him full patience and trust, so even if the other party is no longer the vice chairman of Arsenal, Wenger will take his suggestions to heart.
He clicked on the attachment in that email, it was a video.
……
After 10 minutes, he threw down the jacket that he hadn't zipped up for 10 minutes, walked out quickly, and went straight to the training position of the second team.
The assistant coach held a tactical board in his hand and was directing the first-team players in training on the field. When he turned his head, he saw the boss passing by in a hurry.
He greeted Wenger: "Sir! Where are you going?"
The old man's reply came quickly: "Go to meet someone who claims to make me regret it."
Teaching assistant: "..."
Everyone in Arsenal: "..."
They looked at each other, who?
after an hour.
Everyone in the first team who had just finished training around the pole once again saw their coach passing by.
The look on their boss's face remained the same.
Still a fan.
I don't know how to describe that expression, it's probably a combination of joy and entanglement... Anyway, he seems to be in a good mood.
Oh, this time is still a little different from before, this time behind him is a young man that no one has seen before.
He walked behind Wenger, and the two seemed to be talking happily.
Um?who is thisThe boss' grandson?
Van Persie saw Wenger waving at him. He stopped his training program and walked out of the field under the watchful eyes of his teammates.
As he got closer, he heard his mentor say to the young man: "Son, I heard from Dane that you played in Barcelona's youth training before?"
Van Persie: "..." Barcelona? !
Julian: "..." I am not me without you listening to my explanation...
Julian smiled sincerely: "To be exact, no, boss, I just suddenly made up my mind to play football."
Van Persie: "..."
Hearing these willful words, he couldn't help but look at Julian a few times.
...probably the weirdest joke he's heard this year.
Wenger is always very indulgent towards talented players. In his opinion, there are definitely a lot of talented little beets: "Do you really want to be a goalkeeper? Stop thinking about the forward position?"
Julian replied: "No, the goalkeeper is interesting, I like to play against the striker."
Van Persie: "..."
When Wenger saw Van Persie coming, he introduced them to each other. He smiled and looked at his lover: "Robin, this is Julian, Julian Felix, maybe he will become your teammate soon."
"Julian, this is Arsenal's captain, Robin van Persie."
It was only then that Van Persie looked at this "prospective teammate" with a bit of pickiness in his eyes.
There have been too many young players coming and going at Arsenal over the years. Almost every young man has been praised by Wenger, and Van Persie is used to it.
So when he saw Julian, he didn't think too much. His only impression of him was that this little brother might have gone to the wrong place, and he should consider becoming a model or a movie star or something.
He seems to have just grown up, very well-behaved, very tender, very obedient, very sensible, and even a little docile.However, Van Persie does not think that the word "tame" can appear on a boy of this age.
The first side of Van Persie and Julian, who were rebellious since they were young and grew up, and gradually restrained after having their own family, was not very friendly.
Julian blinked. He had done his homework before coming here. He knew that Van Persie is the thickest thigh in Arsenal after Cesc Fabregas. Create too many advantages.
But Julian admired the opponent's style of play. Van Persie is the kind of all-around shooter who can find opportunities to score no matter what angle he is.
Julian never concealed his appreciation. He smiled at Van Persie very obediently: "Hi Captain, I'm Julian. Nice to meet you. I really like watching you play football."
Van Persie looked at him inexplicably and nodded to show that he heard.
He glanced at his mentor, Wenger, and then at Julian. The hunter's eyes were hidden in deep shadows.
There was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and the air pressure on his body became a little heavy: "You said you like to play against forwards?"
Julian met his gaze, did not avoid it, looked innocent, and did not reply.
Van Persie stared into his eyes, and after a few seconds the corners of his mouth widened, he stretched out his hand to comb his hair back, and the short, sweaty hair on his forehead trembled slightly in the afternoon sun: "Come and try? "
Wenger patted Van Persie on the shoulder: "How is the training going?"
#Robin, be nice to the new kid.
Van Persie replied very seriously: "There is only one person to help you train new people."
#It is impossible to be polite, even in this life.
Julian got it, thanks to the original owner's English skills, but he's German, and it's entirely possible he couldn't understand it.So he turned to Wenger and asked, "Boss, what did the captain just say? I didn't understand."
Van Persie: "..."
Two 10 minutes later.
Van Persie's expression disappeared for a few seconds, and he didn't seem to react yet.
Behind him, Julian was getting up from the grass, and not far away was the ball that was kicked by him.
It was a penalty kicked by Van Persie.
Rosicky draped Van Persie's shoulders, handed him a bottle of water, and said in surprise, "Hey, do you know where he came from? Robin?"
With an expressionless face, Van Persie reached out to take it: "It is said to be from Barcelona's youth training."
Rosicky just smiled. He looked at Julian's nimble figure in front of the goal, with connivance towards the younger generation in his eyes: "That's good, after all, our way of playing football is similar to that of Barcelona."
Walcott exclaimed there: "Have you noticed, that newcomer, he seems to have never used his hands!"
After he reminded everyone, they also noticed that the damn newcomer seemed to be guarding the goal with his feet from the beginning to the end.
Julian just kicked Arshavin's penalty kick and got up from the ground.
Hearing that there will be a newcomer soon, everyone is very excited, and the enthusiasm for teaching children to be human has diluted the haze of their big loss.
They took the most simple and rude way, went up one by one to kick penalty kicks, and took turns to fuck Julian.
Then they were all stunned by the lad's amazing ability to stretch his body.
Looking at Julian jumping up, you know that there is really someone who can stretch the body to the extreme!
It looks like that, but his hands are like decorations.
He didn't use his hands at all to save.
Taking a leg to kick a penalty... This is too perverted!
So they became more motivated, and their interest in Julian increased greatly.Of course, apart from Arsenal's goalkeepers, Almunia, Fabianski, Mannone and Szczesny.
Arsenal's goalkeeper has never been one who has played steadily for a long time. Although the first goalkeeper is Almunia, his position is not stable at all.
There is a new goalkeeper here, how can we not make them feel complicated?
Wenger acquiesced to the training methods of this group of boys. While everyone happily went up to kick a penalty, he was also observing Julian.
He had seen Julian's movement ability with his own eyes. Julian's keen sense of smell in front of the goal surprised him. At the same time, the opponent's shooting ability also made Wenger's eyes shine.
...He was born for the position of striker, but for some reason, he doesn't want to play as a striker.
After Cesc Fabregas and Nasri left the team, Wenger had fewer people to use.
He comes and goes and can only arrange that lineup, because there is no condition to give him a second lineup rotation.
And now, the little beet Julian he picked up made his tactical board ready to move.
Mr. Wenger has already gone through Julian's usage in his heart, although Arsenal has not yet decided to sign this young man who appeared suddenly.
Of course, the possibility of signing is very high. After Julian completes all the trial training items and passes, he will go for a physical examination and sign the contract if there is no problem.
As Dane said, it doesn't cost much to sign anyway, just treat it as a lottery ticket.
With his hands behind his back, he continued to look at the nimble young man in front of the goal, and suddenly found that Julian was more inclined to use his left foot to clear the siege. There seemed to be some problems with his right foot, but the impact was not too great.
The teaching assistant said incredulously, "Why doesn't he use his hands?"
Wenger glanced at the records in his notebook, four out of ten penalty kicks were saved, and seven were judged in the right direction.
Those four who jumped out all kicked out with their left foot.
The old man took a deep breath: "I signed it, and I don't need it for the following projects."
The assistant stared, making a decision so quickly?
Wenger nodded and said, "I can take him to the medical examination in a while."
Even if Julian is a goalkeeper, although his movements are not professional enough at present, there is no doubt that he also has the talent to be a goalkeeper.
Arsenal's striker is short, but not as short as the defense.
It is said that a weak team is a goalkeeper, and a scumbag defense is a good goalkeeper. Arsenal is not a weak team, but their defense is a scumbag.
This is a big reason for the big loss to Manchester United, but Wenger can't help it. The season has just started, and the team has not yet recovered from the blow of the core of the team. Their young defense has not been able to deal with the Premier League powerhouse .
Today, the results of the UEFA Champions League group stage draw have just been released, and their draw results are not bad, namely Marseille, Olympiacos, and Dortmund.
Wenger stared at Julian. He was confident that he would help Julian fully adapt to the Premier League within a month. At that time, the Champions League schedule was just around the corner, and Arsenal were fighting on the third front.
The old man's eyes burst into a light that hadn't been seen for several days, as if at this moment, he came out of the unforgettable pain of losing the big score, and he could also leave the blow of Cesc Fabregas' departure behind up.
It happened to be this young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a very confident resume who gave him a hand.
Cesc Fabregas left, which caused the team's tactical system to collapse, but it didn't matter.
Every season is tough, but every season there is always hope.
He was lost in his own thoughts when he was suddenly interrupted by the unusual atmosphere on the court, and even the assistant coach beside him gasped.
He looked up, and in front of the goal over there, Julian, who he felt he would win the grand prize, was sitting on the ground.
Not ordinary sitting.
The young man was sitting in a strange posture, with his two straight legs spread out at 180 degrees from the left to the right, sitting there like a split, his entire lower body fit tightly with the grass in front of the door.
In front of him was the ball blocked by his long legs, and the unbelieving Van Persie, who kicked the ball for the second time, was in a daze.
Everyone in Arsenal: Fuck!
Their first reaction was, won't this kid get his ass splitting?
No, no, that's not the point, the point is how he is a big man, how can he do splits!
Van Persie heard teammate Chamberlain muttering: "If he makes a clearance like this in an official game..."
Alexander Song also heard what he said, and he said simply and rudely: "He will be hot, I bet a load of beef."
There are two paper documents on Wenger's desk.
One is today's newspaper, with pictures of Wenger himself and Manchester United coach Ferguson.
There is also a shocking big score between them, 2-8, which clearly shows the fact that Arsenal lost to rival Manchester United by a big score a few days ago.
The headline is a sentence full of sarcasm——
[Only Spider-Man can save the Premier League relegation team Arsenal. 】
There are two more lines below:
"Kroenke should ask Spider-Man to save Arsene Wenger, instead of allowing him to raise an unwarranted 7000 million every day and clamoring that Arsenal will buy people."
"Compared to Cesc Fabregas, Spider-Man is much cheaper."
There have been five rounds of the Premier League this season. After five rounds, Arsenal's record is an astonishing one draw and four losses, falling to the bottom of the standings in one fell swoop.
It is embarrassing that a former strong team under the leadership of a champion coach has fallen into the crisis of relegation in less than 10 years.
Although it can be explained that none of Arsenal's encounters are underdogs, it is really surprising that such a result was played by the league's fourth-best player last season.
Kroenke is the major shareholder of Arsenal, and he is still an American, so there is a good thing that the media naturally thinks of the American Marvel Company, and claims that only superheroes can save Arsenal.
A superhero in the Marvel universe?Isn't it Spider-Man?
Professor Wenger glanced at the newspaper byline, The Sun.
He silently opened another document, put the Sun newspaper at the bottom, and at the same time picked up the coat on the back of the chair to put it on.
The staff actually took the Sun newspaper into his office, it's time to deduct wages.
When he saw clearly what was written in the document on the desktop, the white-haired old man froze.
Trial Resume
Trainer Name: Julian Felix
Age: 18
Height: 188
Trial position: goalkeeper
Other positions he is good at: Forward
Hobbies: Tango
Self introduction: Miss me, you will regret it.
Temperature difference sign: "..."
Surprised, he didn't zip up his coat smoothly.
Wenger has a not-so-nice nickname, called the temperature difference sign, as the name suggests, he almost signed it.
The potential stocks that he almost signed in those years have now become the big stars who are alone and see Arsenal beat them every time.
What Drogba, Ibrahimovic, Pique, Messi, Ronaldo, Suarez... too many, of course, no one knows Wenger's true thoughts on these bad things, one can imagine that he will not Where to go.
As a result, Julian's self-introduction, which hit the soul, was successfully remembered by Wenger.
Wenger remembered the email his Bole Dane sent him, and it seemed that this kid named Julian was recommended.
It was Dane who brought Wenger to Arsenal at the beginning, and gave him full patience and trust, so even if the other party is no longer the vice chairman of Arsenal, Wenger will take his suggestions to heart.
He clicked on the attachment in that email, it was a video.
……
After 10 minutes, he threw down the jacket that he hadn't zipped up for 10 minutes, walked out quickly, and went straight to the training position of the second team.
The assistant coach held a tactical board in his hand and was directing the first-team players in training on the field. When he turned his head, he saw the boss passing by in a hurry.
He greeted Wenger: "Sir! Where are you going?"
The old man's reply came quickly: "Go to meet someone who claims to make me regret it."
Teaching assistant: "..."
Everyone in Arsenal: "..."
They looked at each other, who?
after an hour.
Everyone in the first team who had just finished training around the pole once again saw their coach passing by.
The look on their boss's face remained the same.
Still a fan.
I don't know how to describe that expression, it's probably a combination of joy and entanglement... Anyway, he seems to be in a good mood.
Oh, this time is still a little different from before, this time behind him is a young man that no one has seen before.
He walked behind Wenger, and the two seemed to be talking happily.
Um?who is thisThe boss' grandson?
Van Persie saw Wenger waving at him. He stopped his training program and walked out of the field under the watchful eyes of his teammates.
As he got closer, he heard his mentor say to the young man: "Son, I heard from Dane that you played in Barcelona's youth training before?"
Van Persie: "..." Barcelona? !
Julian: "..." I am not me without you listening to my explanation...
Julian smiled sincerely: "To be exact, no, boss, I just suddenly made up my mind to play football."
Van Persie: "..."
Hearing these willful words, he couldn't help but look at Julian a few times.
...probably the weirdest joke he's heard this year.
Wenger is always very indulgent towards talented players. In his opinion, there are definitely a lot of talented little beets: "Do you really want to be a goalkeeper? Stop thinking about the forward position?"
Julian replied: "No, the goalkeeper is interesting, I like to play against the striker."
Van Persie: "..."
When Wenger saw Van Persie coming, he introduced them to each other. He smiled and looked at his lover: "Robin, this is Julian, Julian Felix, maybe he will become your teammate soon."
"Julian, this is Arsenal's captain, Robin van Persie."
It was only then that Van Persie looked at this "prospective teammate" with a bit of pickiness in his eyes.
There have been too many young players coming and going at Arsenal over the years. Almost every young man has been praised by Wenger, and Van Persie is used to it.
So when he saw Julian, he didn't think too much. His only impression of him was that this little brother might have gone to the wrong place, and he should consider becoming a model or a movie star or something.
He seems to have just grown up, very well-behaved, very tender, very obedient, very sensible, and even a little docile.However, Van Persie does not think that the word "tame" can appear on a boy of this age.
The first side of Van Persie and Julian, who were rebellious since they were young and grew up, and gradually restrained after having their own family, was not very friendly.
Julian blinked. He had done his homework before coming here. He knew that Van Persie is the thickest thigh in Arsenal after Cesc Fabregas. Create too many advantages.
But Julian admired the opponent's style of play. Van Persie is the kind of all-around shooter who can find opportunities to score no matter what angle he is.
Julian never concealed his appreciation. He smiled at Van Persie very obediently: "Hi Captain, I'm Julian. Nice to meet you. I really like watching you play football."
Van Persie looked at him inexplicably and nodded to show that he heard.
He glanced at his mentor, Wenger, and then at Julian. The hunter's eyes were hidden in deep shadows.
There was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and the air pressure on his body became a little heavy: "You said you like to play against forwards?"
Julian met his gaze, did not avoid it, looked innocent, and did not reply.
Van Persie stared into his eyes, and after a few seconds the corners of his mouth widened, he stretched out his hand to comb his hair back, and the short, sweaty hair on his forehead trembled slightly in the afternoon sun: "Come and try? "
Wenger patted Van Persie on the shoulder: "How is the training going?"
#Robin, be nice to the new kid.
Van Persie replied very seriously: "There is only one person to help you train new people."
#It is impossible to be polite, even in this life.
Julian got it, thanks to the original owner's English skills, but he's German, and it's entirely possible he couldn't understand it.So he turned to Wenger and asked, "Boss, what did the captain just say? I didn't understand."
Van Persie: "..."
Two 10 minutes later.
Van Persie's expression disappeared for a few seconds, and he didn't seem to react yet.
Behind him, Julian was getting up from the grass, and not far away was the ball that was kicked by him.
It was a penalty kicked by Van Persie.
Rosicky draped Van Persie's shoulders, handed him a bottle of water, and said in surprise, "Hey, do you know where he came from? Robin?"
With an expressionless face, Van Persie reached out to take it: "It is said to be from Barcelona's youth training."
Rosicky just smiled. He looked at Julian's nimble figure in front of the goal, with connivance towards the younger generation in his eyes: "That's good, after all, our way of playing football is similar to that of Barcelona."
Walcott exclaimed there: "Have you noticed, that newcomer, he seems to have never used his hands!"
After he reminded everyone, they also noticed that the damn newcomer seemed to be guarding the goal with his feet from the beginning to the end.
Julian just kicked Arshavin's penalty kick and got up from the ground.
Hearing that there will be a newcomer soon, everyone is very excited, and the enthusiasm for teaching children to be human has diluted the haze of their big loss.
They took the most simple and rude way, went up one by one to kick penalty kicks, and took turns to fuck Julian.
Then they were all stunned by the lad's amazing ability to stretch his body.
Looking at Julian jumping up, you know that there is really someone who can stretch the body to the extreme!
It looks like that, but his hands are like decorations.
He didn't use his hands at all to save.
Taking a leg to kick a penalty... This is too perverted!
So they became more motivated, and their interest in Julian increased greatly.Of course, apart from Arsenal's goalkeepers, Almunia, Fabianski, Mannone and Szczesny.
Arsenal's goalkeeper has never been one who has played steadily for a long time. Although the first goalkeeper is Almunia, his position is not stable at all.
There is a new goalkeeper here, how can we not make them feel complicated?
Wenger acquiesced to the training methods of this group of boys. While everyone happily went up to kick a penalty, he was also observing Julian.
He had seen Julian's movement ability with his own eyes. Julian's keen sense of smell in front of the goal surprised him. At the same time, the opponent's shooting ability also made Wenger's eyes shine.
...He was born for the position of striker, but for some reason, he doesn't want to play as a striker.
After Cesc Fabregas and Nasri left the team, Wenger had fewer people to use.
He comes and goes and can only arrange that lineup, because there is no condition to give him a second lineup rotation.
And now, the little beet Julian he picked up made his tactical board ready to move.
Mr. Wenger has already gone through Julian's usage in his heart, although Arsenal has not yet decided to sign this young man who appeared suddenly.
Of course, the possibility of signing is very high. After Julian completes all the trial training items and passes, he will go for a physical examination and sign the contract if there is no problem.
As Dane said, it doesn't cost much to sign anyway, just treat it as a lottery ticket.
With his hands behind his back, he continued to look at the nimble young man in front of the goal, and suddenly found that Julian was more inclined to use his left foot to clear the siege. There seemed to be some problems with his right foot, but the impact was not too great.
The teaching assistant said incredulously, "Why doesn't he use his hands?"
Wenger glanced at the records in his notebook, four out of ten penalty kicks were saved, and seven were judged in the right direction.
Those four who jumped out all kicked out with their left foot.
The old man took a deep breath: "I signed it, and I don't need it for the following projects."
The assistant stared, making a decision so quickly?
Wenger nodded and said, "I can take him to the medical examination in a while."
Even if Julian is a goalkeeper, although his movements are not professional enough at present, there is no doubt that he also has the talent to be a goalkeeper.
Arsenal's striker is short, but not as short as the defense.
It is said that a weak team is a goalkeeper, and a scumbag defense is a good goalkeeper. Arsenal is not a weak team, but their defense is a scumbag.
This is a big reason for the big loss to Manchester United, but Wenger can't help it. The season has just started, and the team has not yet recovered from the blow of the core of the team. Their young defense has not been able to deal with the Premier League powerhouse .
Today, the results of the UEFA Champions League group stage draw have just been released, and their draw results are not bad, namely Marseille, Olympiacos, and Dortmund.
Wenger stared at Julian. He was confident that he would help Julian fully adapt to the Premier League within a month. At that time, the Champions League schedule was just around the corner, and Arsenal were fighting on the third front.
The old man's eyes burst into a light that hadn't been seen for several days, as if at this moment, he came out of the unforgettable pain of losing the big score, and he could also leave the blow of Cesc Fabregas' departure behind up.
It happened to be this young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a very confident resume who gave him a hand.
Cesc Fabregas left, which caused the team's tactical system to collapse, but it didn't matter.
Every season is tough, but every season there is always hope.
He was lost in his own thoughts when he was suddenly interrupted by the unusual atmosphere on the court, and even the assistant coach beside him gasped.
He looked up, and in front of the goal over there, Julian, who he felt he would win the grand prize, was sitting on the ground.
Not ordinary sitting.
The young man was sitting in a strange posture, with his two straight legs spread out at 180 degrees from the left to the right, sitting there like a split, his entire lower body fit tightly with the grass in front of the door.
In front of him was the ball blocked by his long legs, and the unbelieving Van Persie, who kicked the ball for the second time, was in a daze.
Everyone in Arsenal: Fuck!
Their first reaction was, won't this kid get his ass splitting?
No, no, that's not the point, the point is how he is a big man, how can he do splits!
Van Persie heard teammate Chamberlain muttering: "If he makes a clearance like this in an official game..."
Alexander Song also heard what he said, and he said simply and rudely: "He will be hot, I bet a load of beef."
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