Zhuo Yang turned left and right in the internal passage under the stands of the Olympic Stadium in Rome like a thief. In order to hide his eyes and ears, he also put on a black coat, hiding his eyes in Tibet with sunglasses and a scarf. After all, this is not San Siro. He was not afraid of being caught as a thief, but he was naturally found unable to attend this appointment. A simple man like Meeks can touch him without knowing it in San Siro. How could he be regarded as a lowly European footballer?

Just in order to slip out of the dressing room, Zhuo Yang really took some thoughts, and the eyes of Maldini and Kaka never left him. However, after Zhuo Yang arrived here for a round of inspection, he had some thoughts.

"Small card, I'm going to take a bath first, would you like to be together?" Zhuo Yangzheng colored his eyebrows.

"What kind of shower do you take before the game? And when does this matter to you? Didn't you wake up in the morning?"

"Where are you from so many questions! Like a child who is out of school. Can I be narcissistic?" Zhuo Yang stopped entangled, and grabbed his toilet bag and entered the bathroom.

All rooms are naturally under the stands, and there can be no skylights leading to the outside in the bathroom. Because they share the home ground with Rome, AC Milan is using the dressing area of ​​Lazio today. Many rooms are also fully functional, and the paths between the rooms are intertwined.

There is a side door in the bathroom, which leads to the coaching staff lounge. There is a large sofa in the lounge, a TV on the wall and a table on the floor. When Zhuo Yang pushed the door in, Ancelotti was spitting fog with his huge coaching staff.

Serie A is non-smoking, and the highly addicted Ancelotti will always hide in the coach room before the game to smoke a cigar. At this time, Nuo Da’s house is full of clouds, and seven or eight big smoke guns are like seven. Eight chimneys.

Zhuo Yang didn't wait for Ancelotti to wonder why he came out of the bathroom. He walked directly to An Fat and asked, "Sir, do you think I've got more breaks after the break today?" Ancelotti said in heart: Does this **** ask specifically? Isn't this something everyone knows?

Without waiting for his answer, Zhuo Yangzui didn't stop: "Yeah, where's the cigar here, the taste returned to the thieves, Cuban or Dominican?" Haha, know a lot, Ancelotti will The cigar in his hand crossed over and looked at what was about to show off to Zhuo Yang.

"Sir, Armani is good today. Was the wife specially selected for you or made by Armani for you?" Ancelotti, who has always been ridiculed as "Toguanon", actually cares about his image and always dresses up. It's quite delicate. Hearing Zhuo Yang's approval, he is more satisfied with his dress today. However, Ancelotti still did not understand. Everyone said that he was like a melon, not referring to wearing, but temperament.

Ancelotti pulled the left thread of his suit, just to show Zhuo Yang that he bought it on Monte Napoleon Avenue in person, and heard Zhuo Yang's "Who cough coughing" with his legs kept talking. Tossing, and then there was a big sloppy pickle in the mouth, with a vagueness: "Where is the spittoon? Where is the spittoon, sir?"

But I almost didn’t disgust the coaches in the room. Just when everyone was stunned, Zhuo Yang had walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. After that, only a group of inexplicable coaches were left there, and there were seven or eight cigars curled up in the mouth, burning like incense in the temple.

Outside the door is the outer room of the dressing room, invisible inside.

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The fighting room selected by Meeks is not like the last time it was on the lowest floor of San Siro. The E6 channel inside the Rome Olympic Stadium is on the second floor of the front end. Above the head is the grandstand. The hustle and bustle of fans can be heard in the house. With this layer of cover, I don't worry about the sound of fighting being heard. Under the room, according to the bearing estimate, it should be the bathroom that Zhuo Yang fled just now.

After taking off the key and unscrewing the lock, Meeks was waiting for him after pushing the door open, and sat on the floor opposite the wall. Zhuo Yang didn't go in immediately. He stood at the door and observed the situation in the room through the corners of his eyes. Then he pulled out the key and walked in. He closed the door with his backhand and threw the key on the ground.

Until Meeks stood up from the ground without saying a word, he saw that he was really empty-handed. Zhuo Yang threw down the small bag in his hand, and then took off his coat. He took off the sunglasses and scarf and put it on the bag.

Although Zhuo Yang is young, he is not so reckless in some things. This is someone else's territory, and although Meeks vowed to see the skills of both fists and feet, but people's hearts were separated, Zhuo Yang would never take him lightly. As the saying goes: No matter how high the kung fu is, I am afraid of the kitchen knife. Having a weapon and not having a weapon are completely different concepts.

Zhuo Yang's toilet bag contains not only personal toiletries, but also a pair of nunchakus in addition to clothes, and a blue wood covered copper skin. In fact, Zhuo Yang is not good at playing nunchakus, but the steel telescopic sticks that are often used at home cannot pass the security check at the airport.

Even so, but if Meeks suddenly wicked to the courage, what moth came out, and the nunchaku in Zhuo Yang's hand would definitely make him unable to eat around. But now it seems that Meeks is still a particular person in this respect. Zhuo Yang's guard seems a bit villainous, but walking in the safety of the rivers and lakes is the first thing to be careful.

After finishing these trivial tasks, Zhuo Yang laughed in his heart. This room is also a utility room like the last time. Some equipment or something is stacked. There are also a lot of thick felt cotton cushions. But the difference is ~lightnovelpub.net~ Last time the pads of San Siro were stacked, and today the pads are neatly spread out on the ground. I don't know if it was Meeks who chose this room deliberately because of this, or whether he personally laid these mats on the ground in advance.

How guilty you made me fall!

Meeks did nothing about Zhuo Yang's ever-changing fall. He didn't even think of a way to deal with it. Today's battle is only due to his unwillingness to lose. In fact, he has already been prepared to be a human sandbag again.

Mex stood there five or six meters away from Zhuo Yang, still hesitating how to move his hand, and his mouth twitched a few times to show that he had something to say and didn't say.

"Say anything if you have anything, and it's not too short to beat you."

"Chinese guy, you don't need to wrestle today, fight me with fists and feet, okay?"

Zhuo Yang laughed out loud. "Philip, do you want to order Bilian again? Why? I tied my hands and feet to fight you?"

"Then... forget it! Come on!" Mex gritted his teeth and pulled away from the posture.

"Slow!" Zhuo Yang reached forward with his palms, and Meix was half-breasted. "Why...what?"

"I don't bully you, I don't have to throw the law or I can't do it, so I won't beat you too badly, and it's not fun."

Meeks was overjoyed. Once Zhuo Yang didn't need wrestling skills, he was confident that he could at least tie Zhuo Yang. "Thank you so much, watch the fist—" Whistling and rushing up again.

"Wait!" Meeks stopped for the second time, and the sudden stop also showed that he was excellent in flexibility and coordination. "What are you doing?"

"Empty mouth and white teeth will keep me from falling on you? Why am I so kind? Are you thinking too beautiful?"

"Then... what do you want? Don't fall..."

"Money! There is a word of money in the world, speak with money!"