"Daddy, daddy."

"..."

"Marcelo, I'm warning you, if you call me one more time, I will never ignore you."

"dad."

"..."

"Okay, I'm scared of you. I'll find a way to assist you. Is that okay?"

Marcelo smiled slightly.

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself, "I even recognize Ronaldo as my godson. There is no way I want a cheat like Marcelo."

From the right side of the court, Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball forward and looked left and right.

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong saw Benzema.

Pass the ball to Benzema and then run forward.

Benzema protected the ball and pushed it back to the penalty area.

At this time, Tang Zhenglong felt a dark wind blowing.

"I'll strangle you."

The opponent releases the shovel.

There is a tackle call on the court - please hand over your legs.

Legs or balls? That's the question.

If Tang Zhenglong shoots, he is waiting to be tackled.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong suddenly kicked the ball with his right foot, the ball rolled past the back heel of his left foot, and the opponent missed it.

"Nice dodge."

"Tang Zhenglong's small technological progress is really big!!"

Just when Tang Zhenglong was feeling happy, he suddenly heard a voice - Dad.

"Nima!!! I beg you, please stop calling me daddy, okay?"

Tang Zhenglong immediately passed the ball to Marcelo.

"Haha, pass the ball to me."

Marcelo really thought that Tang Zhenglong's pass could be kicked casually, so he shot with a blast, but...

"Why did it fly away?"

"I see Arbeloa shooting like this."

Marcelo was stunned for a moment, and Tang Zhenglong was even more stupid.

"Why are you shooting? The ball is suppressed."

"Dad, I think Arbeloa did the same thing."

"..."

"If you dare to call me dad again, I will beat you to death. How ugly your mother must be to give birth to such an ugly son!"

At the 70th minute of the game, Tang Zhenglong was ready to pretend to have cramps.

"I have cramps and can't hold on any longer."

Benzema immediately came to press Tang Zhenglong's legs.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm getting old."

Everyone was stunned. He is only 24 years old. How old is he?

"When I was 19 years old, I went to 20 nine times a night. It was really worse every year."

"..."

Higuain, Benzema, Marcelo, you look at me, I look at you, Tang Zhenglong, this is too fake.

The team doctor is here again.

Marcelo blocked the team doctor.

"You don't need a doctor, we can treat it."

"..."

Marcelo smiled and said: "Don, do you want to run away?"

"..."

"Tang, don't even think about running away unless you give each of us an assist first."

three people?

One assist per person?

Just kill me.

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Let's play the next game. This game is really bad. I was injured, very seriously. If I don't rest, I will die."

"Look, Gisele Bundchen."

Tang Zhenglong quickly turned his head.

"where?"

"Hahaha, you're exposed."

"..."

"What a thief."

****

"Three more assists?"

"is it possible?"

"Unless there is an assist package."

A ding sound.

"..."

"System, is it possible that there really is an assist package?"

"Yes, but there is a price."

Tang Zhenglong was upset when he heard that there was a price. Every time the "price" was a bit high.

"What price?"

"Tell me."

"I can tell you only after you accept it, otherwise you don't need to know."

"Nima!!"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, there were so many creditors, this...

"Okay, I accept."

****

"Okay, I want to refuse again."

"Master, it's too late."

"..."

"I will be considered a pervert."

"No, I think it's very childlike."

"..."

The price given by the system is that Tang Zhenglong must tell the other 11 people and the coach that the underwear he is wearing is Mickey Mouse pattern.

"Childlike? System, your IQ is wasted if you didn't go to Qinghua University."

However, Tang Zhenglong had no choice but to comply.

During Real Madrid's free kick, Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area. He adjusted his pants and deliberately exposed a corner. Someone saw it.

"Ask me, ask me."

Tang Zhenglong's wishful thinking is that someone asks himself, and then he can start the topic.

But no one cares what underwear he wears.

"Nah! No one asked me."
To be continued...