"Can this also go in?"

"Zhen, you must be favored by God!"

"Zhen is so popular with female fans, maybe the goddess of luck is also one of them ..."

St. Pauli players are all around Zhen Shaolong, celebrating with excitement. Most teammates do not see the goal process, but it does not affect them to celebrate-

The score became 0 to 1!

They successfully led Werder Bremen away from home!

Some teammates saw the scoring process, such as Felix Luz and Albrecht, and they talked about the scoring process with others with great interest.

In fact, Zhen Shaolong didn't know how the ball went in. At that time, he and Schultz were kicked to the ground directly.

He only knows the reason for "Must Kill".

"who cares!"

"It was a goal anyway!"

"I don't know if it's counted on my head!" Zhen Shaolong is more concerned about this issue. Not only is it a goal honor, but money is also very important.

The German Cup ’s goal bonus is linked to the club ’s cup proceeds. If the team can reach the German Cup final, the prize money for promotion will be extra 500,000 Euros, and the natural goal bonus will increase.

This goal may get more than ten thousand euros!

That's 10,000 euros, which is almost a week's salary. Converted into more than 100,000 yuan, it is enough to pay one year's rent to buy women's underwear as a gift ...

Cough.

Zhen Shaolong stopped thinking deeply.

At the same time, Deutsche Telekom, which broadcasts the semi-finals of the German Cup, is also constantly replaying in slow motion, so that fans can clearly see the goal process-

Zhen Shaolong kicked the ball laterally beyond the goal post and he wanted to bypass Schultz.

Schultz turned to take the first step.

Wave feet.

Zhen Shaolong stretched his right foot in front of the ball in a half tackle.

Then the two men went to their feet.

When Zhen Shaolong was kicked, his body was unbalanced. When he was lying on the ground in awkward position, the football was rushed towards the goal by the force of the two. It also bypassed goalkeeper Reinke and turned into the bottom corner of the goal.

"Saint Pauli's luck is so good!"

The narrator sighed, "This kind of ball ... It's hard to imagine that the two of them just let the ball fly towards the goal and took a spin."

"Reinck was stunned for a moment. He must have never imagined that football would roll towards the goal."

Many fans in front of the TV could n’t help but sigh for St. Pauli ’s good luck, but also for Zhen Shaolong ’s good luck, as the commentator said next, , Also by virtue of luck, good luck seems to have been looking after him! "

"His luck is so good. I remember there was a game. After he fell, the football could still hit the head and fly into the goal ..."

The narrator began to talk about Zhen Shaolong's good luck.

Many people feel the same. ,

But there are also people who disagree with the 'luck theory', such as St. Pauli's head coach Bergman, who is excitedly embracing with assistant coach.

"I knew it! Zhen, he can score!"

The assistant coach exclaimed, "His luck is really good!"

Bergman corrected right away, "That's not luck. I don't believe that luck always favors a player. Look at Zhen's shooting level. He is the kind of player who plays in front of the door and is quite good!"

"I believe that is an innate talent! Perhaps he thinks that it is possible to score a goal like that, and only then does it."

Bergman said with great certainty that he did think so.

When I saw Zhen Shaolong relying on luck, scoring one or two goals, it was nothing, but long-term goal luck?

The Son of God does not need to play football!

More than a few times of ‘depending on luck’, it ’s definitely not luck. Maybe it ’s a talent. His occasional running and practice in front of the door are strange. Most people do n’t understand it, but he can put the ball into the goal.

This means that scoring is not luck, at least ‘not just’ luck!

Bergman firmly believes this.

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At the same moment.

Zhen Jiuye is sitting on the sofa in the living room. He is wearing pajamas and his chest is open. He has hot coffee on the coffee table at hand, and he plays with a delicate bead in his right hand.

On the TV screen, the match between Werder Bremen and St. Pauli is playing.

A woman in light-colored pajamas with outstanding temperament is sitting aside, occasionally looking at the game on the screen, but more time is staring at Zhen Jiuye, the tenderness in his eyes is undoubtedly revealed.

Other people only need a few eyes to easily judge-

This is a woman in love!

She is probably less than thirty years old, her crow's feet are hard to see, her tall figure exudes a young breath, and it is not an exaggeration to put it as a 'goddess'.

Zhen Jiu Ye is also very young. It ’s normal for a man to be 40 years old, but when he is old, how to say that he is young is also deceiving himself.

Zhen Jiuye is forty forty!

A tall ‘goddess’ of less than thirty, who fell in love with an old man of only fifty years old, would certainly make people feel that “this man is rich.”

If you let Master Jiu Zhen know what other people think, they will sneer, "Jiu Ye, am I the kind of person who depends on money?"

"Do you understand elegance?"

"Do you understand art?"

Zhen Jiu's mind is now placed in the game on the screen, even the beautiful little woman next to it, it is difficult for him to move.

When I saw the football flying into the goal, the camera kept pointing to Zhen Shaolong, and the commentator was still lucky, Zhen Jiu immediately got angry, "This goal should be counted on Longlong? I think he scored it. . "

"It's luck ..."

"Long Longjin! Without Longlong, you can't score!"

The woman nodded immediately. "Should be a dragon ... a dragon?" She kind of didn't know what to call.

"You're ten years older than him, just call Long Long! This kid just doesn't know how to learn well, can he play football all day, can he play football for a lifetime? What's the use? I let him go to Germany, not to play football at all. ! "

"Long Long follows you." The woman sat closer and lay in the arms of Zhen Jiu. "I will definitely become a famous writer in the future."

"now it's right!"

Grandpa Zhen Jiu raised his head proudly, and still sighed, "My best works are banned." He said, looking at the woman in his arms, "Since I met you, I feel like life is reinfused. Vitality, I have the impetus to progress again. "

"I believe that I am still young and my career can be improved. So I am thinking of writing a German-language work. There is no limit in Germany. After the work is completed, it will be released from Germany. This book is based on my son and the title is already Think of it, it's called "Hamburg: A Dream Journey", what do you think? "

The woman's face was suddenly full of happiness, her eyes were somewhat moist, and her hands were tighter. "I support your decision."

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Zhen Shaolong didn't know yet, the "cheap dad" in the distance was thinking about using him as a prototype and writing a story book that was definitely banned in China.

Fortunately, I don't know.

Otherwise, you may not have the mood to continue the game.

Now Zhen Shaolong is working hard ... Standing in the frontcourt, after the game restarts, most of the time, the football is under the control of Werder Bremen, and he has no chance at all.

St. Pauli occasionally grabbed the ball, but was quickly taken back.

In more than ten minutes, Zhen Shaolong only had a pitiful touch, and was still snatched away by Naldo next to it.

The only gratification is that Werder Bremen has not yet been able to score.

But the comfort soon disappeared.

The game reached the 41st minute, Werder Bremen's goal hit the bottom line, then the football was passed to the small penalty line, Klose rushed to the position first, successfully grabbed the first point, and kicked the ball directly Goal.

1 to 1!

At the moment Klose finished the goal, a fierce cheer broke out at the Weser stadium. Nearly 40,000 Werder Bremen fans, everyone shouted to celebrate the goal.

"Goal!"

"Klose!"

"Klose! Goal!"

The shouts were deafening, the stands around were mad, and the Werder Bremen players on the field were also excited to celebrate.

Klose's goal relieved them.

Although they have a strength advantage, they are much stronger than their opponents, but the lagging score still weighs on everyone's heart. The football game is not strong enough to win, and everything depends on the score.

Can now tie the score, Werder Bremen believes that victory will definitely belong to them.

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Until the end of the first half, neither team was able to score again.

The game enters the intermission.

Zhen Shaolong returned to the locker room with his teammates, and his mood was somewhat depressed. After all, he was equalized by his opponent. The victory seemed to be far away.

Head coach Bergman walked in with a relaxed smile on his face, at least on the surface, and he said to everyone, "Don't worry about being tied! In fact, 1 to 1 is quite amazing!"

"The opponent is Bremen!"

"Before the game, did you think you could tie at halftime? I said long ago, our goal is not to win, to play your strength, the positive and the top ball will compete, this opportunity is rare!"

Bergman is to relax the players, saying "It's okay to lose", but turned around and called out the players one by one.

First, Surentique.

Then Bol.

The third turn is Felix Luz.

Finally, Zhen Shaolong.

Zhen Shaolong watched his teammates go out and became very energetic when he came back. He was very surprised. When he saw Bergman, he heard him say, "Zhen, you are the best scorer in the team! If We can finally win, and the biggest hero is definitely you! "

"I told others that I don't care about the outcome, but who will not care about the outcome in the quarterfinals of the German Cup? I hope you ..."

Next Bergman spoke a big pass, praising Zhen Shaolong and encouraging words.

Zhen Shaolong listened to the cold sweat.

He pays more attention than others, seeing the actions of Surentik, Bol, and others. I do n’t know what Bergman said to them ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But should it also be encouraging words?

This trick is not seen through, but it is quite good, seen through ...

Ok.

Zhen Shaolong was unable to continue to vomit, anyway, he will work hard.

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Towards the end of the intermission, Zhen Shaolong pulled out a white long-sleeved sweater from the luggage, and then took it to Freiberg.

"Help me get the pitch. If we win, I will use it."

Zhen Shaolong's solemn advice.

"I'm holding it?" Freiberg was a little reluctant. Last time, he kept the peak cover. This time it turned into a white sweater. What did he think of him?

Babysitter?

"What if I play?" Freiberg found a reason for refusal.

"I gave it to you because you were the least likely to play, otherwise I will let others help." Zhen Shaolong said bluntly.

"..."

Freiberg had an urge to put his clothes in the trash.

When he came to the bench to sit down, Freiberg could not help but stretched out his clothes curiously, saw a few lines of typing on it, and glanced into his arms immediately, holding his hands tightly, as if holding a rare treasure. .

"What did it say?" Biltz asked next to him curiously.

"Don't look!"

"why!"

"I'm afraid of being beaten!"

"What did you write?" Biltz was more curious.

Freiberg held it up and showed it, and quickly received it in his arms. Biltz stopped talking. He looked around, as if he was worried about others seeing, "Shut up, be sure! "

Both became very nervous.

Biltz sighed and said, "If we win the game, Zhen will definitely become the most hated player of Bremen fans ..."