Soccer

Entering the training ground, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Yuanxi was carrying a backpack, looking at the young sunshine.

Her arrival also made the players shine.Although Magic Bird was not very happy, she reluctantly welcomed her arrival.

C Luo, who knew her taboo, helped her resist the warm greetings from her teammates, and Yuan Xi took advantage of the situation to stand behind him, still keeping a distance.

The stars immediately understood why she seldom accepts work with men, and it is difficult for her to accept more intimate physical contact.

Yuan Xi was a little embarrassed, but she could only bite the bullet.

The stars began to warm up, Yuanxi took out the jersey from the bag and handed it to him.

C Luo was very happy and couldn't put it down, "You are very good, is this an oriental craft, very..."

"It's embroidery." Yuan Xi replied.

Her gaze unconsciously followed the figures of the stars, and she was also a little dazed...

C Luo's heart moved, "Do you want to try?" He asked for her opinion.

"Me?" Yuan Xi was startled.

"You're half Brazilian, after all," he half-joked.

Yeah, Brazilians, that's a football country, everyone is like that, so that's why.

"Why not?"

Maybe because of the land, because of the atmosphere, because of him?

It was only after many years that she had the courage to face up to football and her wasted "talent," but did she really have such a thing as talent?

Chris, who was in charge of receiving her, was about to instruct her to warm up when he saw her familiar work.

Sure enough, some things are engraved in the blood, engraved in the bones.

"Have you practiced football?" He was obviously surprised.

"Many years ago, I chose martial arts and gave up football lessons. I have practiced martial arts for many years, and until now, I have never stopped."

Ronaldo kicked a ball to her, although the strength was not strong, but Yuan Xi easily caught it.He was even more surprised. The football lessons many years ago should not be at this level.

Then Yuanxi started dribbling, and she only knew how to dribble.Then it stopped.

After many years, dribbling again.She is too unfamiliar, but she gradually becomes familiar with it.

The talent is really enviable.Even if you haven't practiced for many years, you are still so familiar.

It wasn't until today that Yuan Xi really realized what she had given up, and why so many people were heartbroken and accused her.

This is the glory and talent inherited from two bloodlines, and no one can match it.You are our pride and continuation.Her grandfather used to say so.

With her dazzling and dizzying dribbling, not only the players who have finished warming up, but even the magic bird is attracted.

Such dribbling, such talent, but she is a woman, and she is not even a football player.It's really enviable and jealous.

Ronaldo also looked complicated, and all the Brazilian players were even more thoughtful.

Yuan Xi didn't want to touch her anymore, so she stopped and received a lot of applause.

"Shall we compare?" C Luo was eager to try.

"I only know how to dribble, that's all I've learned." That was the end of her lessons.

Ronaldo looked dumbfounded.

She felt very uncomfortable and left hastily.

No, no, don't think, it's not like that.I don't.Her complexion turned pale, and she left as if fleeing.

Everyone was shocked by her dribbling.

Kaka was the first to speak, and his expression was inexplicable, "She reminds me of Garrincha and Pele, with such gorgeous dribbling, I can almost see the shadows of the two of them."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone fell silent.

The two mountains of all Brazilians, Garrincha and Pele, the two world champions, are the glory of Brazil.And their son, two equally great players.

Zidane, who came to watch by chance, was also a little curious.She is very like that lady, their child, if so, it is not difficult to understand.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence?" Pepe said dryly.

He, who is also a Brazilian, was also frightened.

Such two surnames.

How can there be so many coincidences in the world, especially if you look at it that way, it is obviously a dribbling of talent, almost a fusion of the styles and skills of the two.

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finally wrote

It's past one o'clock, my mother, I will be sleepy tomorrow

It seems that there is something wrong with the writing, don't care, sleep

Heartbroken, I was hit by my old mother before going to bed, alas