The Chinese may not have played table tennis, but Zhuo Yang really does not.

Before he reached the height of the table, he was forced to play the piano by his mother. From then on, he was destined to miss the movement that might damage his hands. Why did Yang Hong dislike him playing football in those years and why he hated Zhuo Yang's fight? The deepest reason is because he didn't want his son to hurt his hand.

In addition, Zhuo Yang is really not interested in table tennis, so he has never played at all. Genius is always like this, either do nothing, or don't do it.

"Luo, where do you see that I will play table tennis?"

"Aren't you Chinese?"

"Do Chinese people definitely play table tennis?"

"Of course, Nima asked?"

"You are Portuguese, do you grow grapes?"

"Of course! I bought another 1,000 acres last year. I am now the owner of a large plantation."

"Good, congratulations, you are rich and rich, then I will call you Luo Yonggui."

"I don't like referrals."

"Then I call you President Luo."

"Don't talk about anything else, hurry up and take two strokes with me. I've been looking forward to playing with the Chinese." Ronaldo's excited expression could see the starlight in his eyes.

"Mr. Luo, I really can't fight."

"Impossible! Zhuo Yang, don't be humble, hurry up and let us point each other." c Luo right hand horizontal board, gave the table tennis knock to Zhuo Yang. "You serve."

Yo, are you still alive? Zhuo Yang embraced his chest with his arms and allowed the ball to drop off the table.

"Mr. Luo, it's better to have two moves in boxing than Sanda."

Ronaldo said without hesitation: "No, then I can't beat you, I admit defeat."

People are pretty bachelor! But... "Hurry up, do you have a straight or a horizontal plate, do you like pulling or cutting? Quickly, I can't wait!"

"Mr. Luo, I won't fight. You can let me go!" Zhuo Yang is also right when he takes such a straightforward boy.

C Luo firmly refused to believe: "Do you despise me? Zhuo Yang, Jie is your fault. I invite you to dinner, so you can't show your hands?"

"I didn't eat it in vain? I also brought you a bottle of wine!"

"After playing table tennis, you take the wine back, I don't drink it anyway."

"Then I will train with you!"

"I Nima invited you to soak in the pool!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Zhuo Yang walked over to grab Ronaldo's shoulders: "Mr. Luo, let's punch." Swallowed: "Which book do you have to see the Chinese must play table tennis?"

"I never read books! Well, I don't read books."

"Then you always watch TV?"

"That depends."

"Okay, President Luo, now you tell me, which TV says Chinese people must play table tennis?"

C Luo was suddenly excited: "Which one is it? Everyone is! You are staged on TV in China, and even the old lady is forging the big diagonal on the table, Tannima is awesome!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Mr. Luo, then tell me, how can I convince you that I really can't play table tennis?"

"I don't believe it anyway!"

"Mr. Luo, you are so irritating, I will call your mother to judge."

Ten minutes later...

"Zhuo Yang, you really can't?"

Zhuo Yang nodded heavily: "Really not!"

"you swear?"

"I swear! I'm going to lie to you, if I can play table tennis, let Wu Lei break me up."

Ronaldo believed, and his eyes were filled with disappointment. You can never know the expectations and rejoicing of a top expert when you meet your opponent, and you cannot know the loneliness and emptiness when everything becomes a bubble.

"Zhuo Yang, you destroyed my faith!"

"Aren't you not drinking?"

"I dream of going to China to play the tour."

"A few dishes for dinner?"

"As a Chinese, you can't even play table tennis. Jie Nima asked me to say what is good for you?"

"You should eat more fish, that stuff will fill your brain."

C Luo looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes full of contempt, Zhuo Yang once again felt like a fool. Can't know how to play table tennis, but it's a big one

"Mr. Luo, if you look at any other projects, I will continue to practice with you."

"It's gone, it's gone, table tennis is the last one. Let's go to the sun?"

"Alright."

Madrid’s October sunshine was still charming, and the two of them were lying on the sun loungers by the outdoor swimming pool, and did not feel cold. Zhuo Yang hopes that the embarrassment of table tennis will dissipate as soon as possible, but C Luo will not forget.

He laughed, gradually changing from snickering to breathless.

"Who believes Jenima said? Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang... can't play... table tennis? Ah ha ha ha ha~~~"

Zhuo Yang didn't feel funny at all, but C Luo almost laughed to death. Zhuo Yang didn't expect that from then on he has become a stalk in Real Madrid: Zhuo Yang is so hot, but he doesn't know how to play table tennis!

The sun gradually moved westward and it was a little cold. Ronaldo looked at his watch: "Do you want to go in and sleep for a while? Have dinner in an hour."

"Stop eating, I will go home!"

Zhuo Yang walked out of the door of C Luo's yard neatly dressed and heard a bright smile inside: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma, tell you you don't believe me, Zhuo Yang can't play table tennis..."

Zhuo Yang still walked back and forth towards his home with his hands, and stepped into autumn. The sound of rustling on the fallen leaves sounded very comfortable.

This time as a guest, C Ronaldo didn't know how to treat it~lightnovelpub.net~ But Zhuo Yang's purpose was achieved, he had to observe from a close distance in his life to see what kind of person C Ronaldo was.

Self-confidence, ego, self-discipline, self-discipline and self-satisfaction, firm belief in one's values ​​and outlook on life, from time to time will show a defensive heart. But Ronaldo was straightforward, there were not so many bends around the intestines, respect for the strong despised the weak, these were written on his face. However, he still has the most basic boundaries and etiquette.

Such a person, as long as you don't step on his painful place, don't let his inferiority under the cover of pride rise, it is not difficult to deal with.

La Finca is a closed area, and Zhuo Yang walks very quietly all along, only the leaves beneath his feet rustle.

Passing the door of the German Butcher's yard, it is already brightly lit, and the figure is obviously good. Zhuo Yang Xinbu walked into his brother's house. Sure enough, all kinds of guys on the barbecue stove had been properly dealt with.

De Tu, Kaka, Marcelo, He face, Ecuador, five people applauded warmly, welcome him to work hard.

"Delicious chicken breast?"

"The salad at his house is really authentic, isn't it Zhuo Yang?"

"Three in and three out of the gym, right? Ah ha ha ha~"

"Brother, did you pee in the swimming pool? Last time I pissed."

"Oh by the way, who of you won the table tennis?"

"Actually, I don't know how to play table tennis." Zhuo Yang scratched his head.

Several brothers stunned for a while and then laughed.

Before the sun could set completely, the moon couldn't wait to climb into the sky. Madrid is always very sunny, and Real Madrid’s next opponent, Lyon, is about to be baptized by Bernabeu under the clear night sky.