Lu Yin Silly Waist

Vol 3 Chapter 102: Neymar

That evening, the German media laughed and cheered.

They mocked the Premier League.

"The best and strongest region in the world is about to withdraw from the Champions League!" 》

Before the game, the complacent appearance of the Premier League media had long ignored them.

What is ‘we have three positions in the quarterfinals’, what about other teams as Chinese cabbage?

Okay now, Bayern Munich directly kicked Tottenham into a crash

5: 0!

When Bayern Munich achieved such a scoring advantage, they were never overturned.

They are not a team with no heritage.

As for Dortmund, they only have two goals. Compared to Tottenham, they have much less pressure.

This night, the celebration of the Germans ended, and the Champions League quarter-finals continued the next day.

...

The morning sun fell on this historic city of Rome.

Rome is a city with a profound history. As the birthplace of the ancient Roman Empire, it is called ‘a city with footsteps’.

Although most of the ruins were destroyed and turned into pieces of mural sculptures, the once glorious past can be seen faintly.

Under the morning glow, this ancient city began to recover.

The crowd appeared one after another in the streets and alleys, and the lively atmosphere rose.

In the hotel, under the stereotyped biological clock of Yi Le, his eyes slowly opened.

There is some coolness in the room, Yi Le does not have the habit of turning on the air conditioner to sleep, which is bad for the health.

Being warm in me, Yi Le reached out quietly and frowned slightly.

I saw that he took a deep breath, lifted the quilt with a single swipe, and then immediately turned over and stretched.

After stretching again and again, I felt a little warmer, and Yi Le nodded in satisfaction.

Climbing from the bed, he glanced at Mbappe next to his eyes.

The goods were tightly wrapped around the quilt, only showing his head, his mouth wide open, and a drool at the corner of his mouth.

Yi Le looked at the time, 6 o'clock in the morning, there are still half an hour, if half an hour later still can not get up ...

Yi Le narrowed his eyes.

Mpape, who was fast asleep, seemed to feel something, but he frowned slightly. He pouted, turned over and continued to sleep.

Yi Le shook his head and walked into the bathroom to start washing.

After 15 minutes, Yi Le wiped her hair and came out.

Then he changed clothes and stood in front of Mbappe's window, turning his head to count down quietly.

Another fifteen minutes later ...

"three!"

"two!"

"One!"

Uh! ! ! ! ! !

Yi Le opened the curtains fiercely, the dazzling sunlight came in, and Mbappe's face was wrinkled.

Subsequently, Yi Le lifted the quilt.

Mbappe was almost awakened, covering his heart and gasping for gasps.

Until he saw Yi Le in front of him, he burst into tears.

"Yi, you scared me!" Mbappe said pitifully.

Yi Le said lightly: "What time did you sleep last night?"

Mbappe was surprised, and said with a smile: "I ... I will sleep at 10 o'clock."

Yi Le still looked at him faintly.

"Okay, I didn't go to bed until 11 o'clock." Mbappé pulled his head like a child doing the wrong thing.

Yi Le nodded and said, "Killian, you can't make a joke in your career. You have to develop the habit of self-discipline. Now I can still take you with you. If I transfer to leave one day, I don't want to see you fall."

Mbappe shook his head quickly: "I won't!"

After a pause, Mbappe's eyes widened and said, "Are you going to transfer?"

Yi Le shrugged and said, "It's not without this possibility!"

"Then ... then ... then I will follow you." Mbappe sniffed his nose, and looked like Yi Le.

Although Yi Le always ‘bullyed’ himself, Mbappe knew in his heart that Yi Le was really good for him.

And it's very comfortable with Yi Le.

There are no miscellaneous things. Every moment seems to be full of positive energy. Although the training is a bit too demanding, it is understandable.

"Let's go to the morning exercise!"

Yi Le didn't say much, he turned around and left, and Mbappe didn't wash, he hurriedly followed his clothes.

On the third floor of the hotel is the gym, two people warm up on the treadmill.

Until about 8 o'clock, Neymar, Cavani and other talents came in yawning.

They were not surprised to see Yi Le and Mbappe, and they were definitely the first two people to train each time.

Neymar smiled and said: "Killian met a good leader!"

Cavani also nodded: "At this age of lack of self-restraint, Yi is a good example for Killian."

"Good morning!"

The four people greeted each other, Neymar saw Mbappe's head pulled down, his eyes lowered and his eyes lowered, and he could not help laughing; "Is it easy to train again?"

Mbappe grunted, without refuting.

Neymar could not help joking; "Or would you move in with me?"

Mbappe froze for a moment, almost subconsciously: "Don't go!"

Neymar continued to bewitched: "Yi is too harsh on you, I will not require you so strict, just like now, you can sleep at least an hour and a half."

Mbappe sniffed his nose, shaking slightly. He turned his head to look at Yi Le, and found that the latter looked ahead, as if he didn't hear it.

Mbappe was very emotionally shaken, and finally he gritted his teeth; "No! I want to live with Yi!"

Hearing this, Neymar looked at Cavani and couldn't help but laugh.

"I said that, and Gillian recognized Yi!"

"I suddenly understood the patients with Stockholm syndrome, and Kirian is a role model!"

Mbappe froze for a while before shouting: "I am not a masochist!"

"So how do you explain the situation now?"

"I ... I ..." Mbappe's anxious face was all red, but he couldn't explain it.

Even the faceless Yi Le couldn't help raising the corner of her mouth slightly and said softly: "Well, Gillian, your heart rate is beating too fast."

"Oh ~~~~~" Mbappelima responded, then glared fiercely at Neymar and repeated: "I am not a masochist!"

hahahahahahahahahaha...

Neymar and Cavani couldn't help laughing, mixed with Mbappe's vigorous excuses, full of vigor and vitality.

After the training, four people went to breakfast together.

Neymar and Cavani are more abundant, but Yi Le and Mbappe are immobile ‘cooked’ food.

After dinner, the crowd gathered in the tactical room.

The game started at 4 pm, and Boas began to talk about tactical content, which is generally the same as before. In fact, Rome has not yet reached the strength to make Boas change.

The most secure is the defensive counterattack, ancestral 4-3-3!

Can attack and defend.

The problem is that Tiago Silva, who is the captain of this game, has a cold, has a low fever, and misses the game.

The second captain Mota is already in a semi-retired state, so the captain's armband is naturally pushed to the third captain Neymar.

Neymar took the armband stupefiedly and couldn't help but twitch. Isn't this what he dreamed of?

The boss of the team!

The captain is the boss!

Boaz handed the captain's armband over and patted Neymar's shoulder and said, "What is the captain's responsibility? Do you know?"

Neymar raised his head and shouted, "I know, boss!"

Isn't it just for the teammates?

Isn't it just a bit fierce?

I know!