[Football] The beast is coming

The violent boy continued his violent behavior.

The thoughtful boy also continued his thoughtfulness.

Dylan was sure, it was definitely because of his feigning coughs that the boy noticed, the bicycle turned a little bit on the way to Dylan's house, and found a small shop on the side of the road.

The store is really small, and there are only one or two options for almost every product.

But no matter what, the two teenagers who had been blowing in wet clothes for more than ten minutes in the night wind finally managed to change their clothes that seemed to be freezing, and drank a can of hot milk to drive them away. After such a short period of time, it seemed that the chill had penetrated into my heart.

However, there are only jackets in the store that can barely block the wind, and there are no down jackets.

Dylan looked at the boy Alan, and wanted to take off the down jacket and return it to him.

After all, as a little monster who can only swim to Antarctica in single clothes and trousers without knowing it, and was finally awakened by the swaying figure of the chubby Mr. Penguin, the temperature in England is above zero and the wind is no more than five , nothing at all.

Alan's expression became more and more fierce because of this:

"You can wear whatever you want! What do mother-in-law and mother-in-law do?

If it wasn't for the guy who would turn into fish food in time for my shot, just be obedient!

Besides, with your small body, can I bear the cold? "

While talking, he has already put on the jacket he just bought.

But maybe Dylan unwrapped the newly bought dry towel first, but handed it to Alan first (she was kind enough to help dry her hair, but was rejected);

He unpacked the hot milk first, and sent it to Alan's mouth first...

In short, although Alan is still annoyed at the thought of this brat running out so far to seek death in the middle of the night,

But no matter how fierce he was, the brat smiled and came over to please Alan, probably to please Alan.

This made the boy stare at Dylan fiercely, but the hand rubbing Dylan's hair was gentle.

This also made Dylan swallow silently, such as:

"No, if I hadn't stopped in time, you would have died."

Or "Don't look at you now that you seem to be more fleshy than me in stripping, in fact, I can hit at least dozens of them at a time like you, the kind that seals the acupoints + does not use the super vision sensing power".

He just obediently raised his face and let himself be kneaded and pinched.

Alan stuffed two more warm babies into Dylan's pocket, and did not refuse the two that Dylan stuffed into his pocket.

The two took a final look at each other, and after making sure that they had packed up to the best they could do in this small shop, they started the rest of their itinerary.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, and when they arrived at Dylan's manor, a few rays of light slowly appeared in the sky.

Alan stopped the car, put one foot on the ground, and whistled:

"Yo, can't you tell, so you are a brat born of a rich man!"

Think about the jacket that the bear child left by the river, and the trousers that he threw into the trash can outside the small shop. It seems that he didn’t see any clear labels, but,

"Could it be that I accidentally threw away some private orders worth tens of thousands?"

Dylan jumped off the crossbar and gathered the down jacket on his body:

"No, it was just casually sewed by the aunts in the Brazilian countryside. There are a hundred pieces that can't match this one."

He said, holding the front of the car with one hand, preventing the boy from turning around:

"Don't be in a hurry, Alan! Why don't you come in and take a bath? The bathtub in my house is very big, and swimming is no problem."

Alan tried a little harder, but he couldn't get the front of the car out of the bear's control. With a "tsk", he followed Dylan's strength and walked into the manor.

It's just that while walking, he stabbed the brat a few words:

"Since the bathtub at home is enough for swimming, why are you so eager to go to the bottom of the river to seek death?"

It's hard for Dylan to explain.

It can't be said that he just came back from swimming with his friends in Argentina, right?

Simply pretend that you can't hear me, and introduce to Alan while walking:

"The grove over there also belongs to our family, but unfortunately it's still too small for hunting."

Alan raised his eyebrows, and was about to sneer at this wicked rich man, when he heard the brat pointing to the other side:

"By the row of small houses, there is a football field..."

Alan boy's eyes widened suddenly: "Football field?"

Dylan is well aware of how tempting a private soccer field is for an ordinary football-loving teenager.

But in order to maintain a calm image in front of the cute little boy (no, you don’t have that thing at all), I still try to be as calm as possible:

"Yeah, it's just a very ordinary football field, and the turf is just artificial turf. The only advantage is that the size of the field is made as much as possible according to international standards..."

Alan boy squinted at the bear boy, stretched out his hand and twisted the bear's face that couldn't hide his complacency, and couldn't help being curious:

"Who in your family plays football? Which club in the Premier League?"

The family actually prepares an international standard football field. Could it be a certain famous football star?

Maybe a transfer to Leeds United?

After all, it is so close to Leeds United!

Dylan raised his thumb and made a comparison to his nose:

"The one who plays football at home is of course me!"

Of course, Ferrero and Bardock sometimes play two games, but what is there to do with Aranti for those two ultra-amateurs?

Although the football field was actually proposed by Bardock and specially repaired by Leslie, Dylan subconsciously ignored it.

Young Alan really hates the rich right now.

His expression was extremely fierce, but unfortunately the strength of his hand to pinch the bear's face was still light.

It is obvious that Dylan is still in a very injured physique at the moment, and the boy Alan twisted it several times fiercely, but he didn't even get out any printing, so there is no one else.

It's no wonder that Dylan is enjoying the cute little boy touching his face and smiling more and more:

"But playing football alone is really boring!

I could only use one side of the goal, the other half was almost empty..."

No wonder, what the little monster Dylan does the most in his own stadium is actually all kinds of fancy lobs from one goal to the other.

Although it is also a fancy shot at the same time, there is no wasted space in the entire court.

I only think that the international standard is set too petty, so it is always difficult for football to find the first spot on the field, okay!

But Dylan didn't think he was lying either.

He made up his mind with sincerity.

If he had known that the guy he had recalled for more than 700 years was so close, he was still such a cute boy,

He had already followed Ferrero's suggestion, and just stood obediently with the center circle facing one goal and bombed the heavy artillery. What kind of goal lob is he playing?

It's time to take out the other side of the court to catch little Alan!

Of course, it would be even better if little Alan is willing to have a one-on-one with him!

Dylan glanced at little Alan, and continued to smile:

"So, in order to prevent the other half of the court from being wasted, do you consider coming here to use it often?"

Without waiting for Alan boy to answer, he introduced the row of small houses beside the stadium all the way.

Where is the gym, where is the spa...

Anyway, listen to Alan, the configuration is much better than Leeds United, at least the youth echelon of Leeds United he is currently staying in.

And these, at present, only one bear kid is enjoying them.

Most importantly, the brat seems to be using it casually!

The boy Alan asked himself, if his house had such a good place, he would be reluctant to go to the river in the middle of the night, let alone seek death in the river!

A (ˉ﹃ˉ) private football field!

But it happened to be in the hands of such a violent brat, what a disaster!

Alan Boy is also a future supernova who signed a YTS contract with Leeds United a year ago.

Even though they have not yet been able to put on the white jersey and really charge for the glory of Elland Road, it is not comparable to those children on the street who love football but find it difficult to find a stadium that truly meets international standards for a try!

Even though the tragic experience of this football field is very pitiful, to be honest, it is not enough for Alan boy to make up his mind to take advantage of the bear's house.

It is actually better to train more in the club. Even though Alan has grown up in the past two years, he has rarely done the kind of "keep practicing in front of the net, keep practicing, and don't leave if you don't win. If the coach doesn't let you win, just hang on. , everyone can't go home", the shameless thing,

But the coach also cherishes the young boy who dares to fight and fight. Alan has many friends. Staying in the club for extra training, even if he doesn't play tricks, often means the coach's advice and teammates. It is easy to fall into the eyes of the coaches, which also means more opportunities!

This is not what Alan can enjoy in the lonely stadium of Dylan's house.

But this disgust only lasted until he passed half of the manor, from the football field, the hall, the living room, the master bedroom on the second floor...

All the way to the open-air bath on the top floor, such a large manor is actually empty, not even a single person!

Alan is such a fierce kid, listening to the silence that only echoes the footsteps of himself and the brat, he feels a little creepy, okay?

"Where are your parents?" Alan couldn't help asking.

"Dad is at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and Mom is temporarily sleeping in the grove, waiting for me to fish Dad out, so we can reunite!"

Dylan said it plainly, after all, it was an objective fact that he had accepted for nearly 800 years.

Poor boy Alan almost bit his tongue.

After a while, this young man who is not used to apologizing, but more obviously not used to poking children's scars, made up his mind to come and use the playground of Xiongzi's house occasionally, and add some popularity to his overly quiet home, before he stumbled and said:

"Sorry, I'm really sorry...

I mean, I didn't know that was the case..."