Emma Watson looked at the boy curiously. She wanted to say hello to Zhang Yang, but was worried that it would disturb his training. So she sat on the chair like that, with her little hands supporting her head and counting the number of times Zhang Yang hit the ball.

Emma is in adolescence. She didn't expect that she would encounter someone in this park to exercise earlier than herself. Looking at the boy's appearance, she seemed to have performed more intense sports such as long-distance running, but now she is playing the ball and relaxing.

She was very curious, and this uncontrollable curiosity made her start to pay attention to the boy.

Zhang Yang was still pulling the ball, one, two, three... When it was thirty-six, the ball ran away.

He retrieved the ball and continued to bump the ball, but he still lost the ball after being more than thirty strokes.

"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, oh, it fell again." Emma counted the numbers softly, shook her little head, and said regretfully.

Watching the boy pick up a towel and wipe the sweat from his forehead, continuing his training. The boy didn't notice his existence at all, and didn't know that there was a girl watching him.

Zhang Yang's serious look fascinated her. In fact, Zhang Yang is indeed a boy who is loved by girls. He is not very handsome, but long-term exercise makes him have a good figure, 1.83 meters tall, and he looks very handsome. Moreover, there is a saying that men are very charming when doing things seriously.

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Seeing Zhang Yang pick up a towel and wipe the sweat from her forehead again, and put the football in a net bag, Emma Watson knew that Zhang Yang was about to leave, Emma felt it was time to say hello. She smiled sweetly and came to Zhang Yang.

Lyon is still a little cold in winter. When the breeze blows, it feels exciting. As the wind comes, there is a faint perfume smell. It is not the kind of strong perfume, it is very light and light. If it weren't for the good environment of the park and the breeze blows, it would be difficult to attract Zhang Yang's attention.

He held the net bag in his hand and looked up. He saw a girl standing two meters in front of him. She was a tall girl with a youthful and lively atmosphere. Her eyes seemed to be shining like morning stars, and her blonde hair casually tied a ponytail and threw it behind her. Because of sweating, the T-shirt was a little tightly attached to her body, and the outline was not faintly visible on her plump breasts.

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"Hey, is your training over?" Emma greeted Zhang Yang. When she approached the boy, she found that the boy was taller and more mature than she wanted. She was looking at herself in surprise. She suddenly felt that she was too abrupt to say hello to a stranger like this.

Although Zhang Yang was a little surprised, he was still very happy when he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. After all, just after the training was over early in the morning, Zhang Yang was in a good mood.

"Hello, I'm glad to meet you!" Zhang Yang said with a towel to dry his sweaty hair, "You also get up early to exercise?"

"That's right." Emma smiled, but she was a little surprised. The person in front of her seemed to have not recognized her, or she didn't know who she was. Is her fame so small in Lyon? She wrinkled her cute nose slightly. Then the girl laughed in her heart again. Don't she like her life after becoming famous? Now she meets someone who doesn't seem to know her, so she should be glad that there will be no trouble.

"Emma Watson!" Emma stretched out her hand to Zhang Yang. Seeing that Zhang Yang just shook hands with her politely and said his own name, but she didn't look surprised in her eyes. Emma was a little discouraged. It seemed that the boy really didn't know her name.

Zhang Yang felt that the name seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he was too lazy to think about it.

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Zhang Yang looked at the time on his sports watch. It was getting late. It was time for him to go back and go back to the hotel to take a hot shower. Then he should have breakfast later. After breakfast, the whole team will take a bus to the airport and return to Marseille.

So he politely said goodbye to Emma and prepared to jog back to the hotel.

Emma didn't expect that this person would be eager to leave. She suddenly wanted to chat with Zhang Yang and a boy who didn't know her identity. It was so interesting.

"Do you train here every day?" asked Emma Watson.

Zhang Yang was stunned, but he was proud. It seemed that the girl seemed to be very interested in him, which greatly satisfied someone's self-esteem.

"No, I'm not from Lyon, I'm in Marseille, and today I'm going to go back to Marseille."

"Ah—" Emma exclaimed, and then smiled embarrassedly, "It's so regretful."

Zhang Yang said goodbye to Emma Watson again. At this time, a stray cat ran over and got stuck at Emma's feet. He frowned, "Do you like cats?"

"Yes, the cat is very cute."

"I don't think so." Zhang Yang shook his head, "Of course, I don't hate cats either. I'm just affected by some and feel a little psychologically uncomfortable."

"Influence?"

"Yes, I have watched some Japanese horror movies before, and cats are all symbols of inauspiciousness, so--" he shrugged, meaning, sister, you know.

"Japanese horror movies? I haven't seen them, but this is really ridiculous scripts and ideas." Emma said a little angry.

"It's very ridiculous. The nation of that island country is just a ridiculous place." Zhang Yang said that he realized something here and quickly braked. What's wrong with him? He was actually unrestrained to a stranger. If this girl was a reporter and reported these words, he would be in trouble.

"Okay, I really should leave. I'm happy to meet you." Zhang Yang said goodbye to Emma again, waved goodbye, and after walking two steps, he turned his head and asked, "Have I seen you before? Why do I think your name is so familiar?"

"Don't you think this method of picking up girls is old-fashioned?" Emma suddenly felt happy. It turned out that he had heard of his name, but he said this with a smile on his lips.

"Haha, I must have remembered it wrong." Zhang Yang laughed and walked straight away, raising his arms, "Beautiful girl, goodbye, remember, my name is Zhang Yang, you will definitely remember this name."

"Arrogant guy." Emma Watson said poutingly as he looked at the boy's back as he gradually disappeared, but he was a little confused when he looked at the direction of his back.

A 16-year-old girl is in love and is easily curious. They believe in beautiful love and many things.

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I met a beautiful girl who was very pleasing to the eye early in the morning, and the girl seemed to be very interesting to me, which made Zhang Yang feel very good.

He hummed a song in his mouth, 'Beautiful girl, this may be a misunderstanding. We are just passers-by. Please forget me. It is not your fault to fall in love with me...'

As soon as he walked to the hotel door, Zhang Yang was surrounded. Seeing so many reporters, he was a little stunned. There was no one at the door just now. God knows where these reporters were hiding just now. Do these reporters all know ninjutsu?

"Zhang Yang, can you tell me the red card you got yesterday?"

"As a player who was sent off for smuggling yellow cards for celebrating the undressing celebration..."

"Zhang, do you have anything to say about your beating Abidal?"

"Fuck, who beat him?" Zhang Yang didn't plan to speak, but the question asked by the reporter was so painful that he became angry and asked directly.

When the reporters were happy to see Zhang Yang speak, they were most afraid of Zhang Yang. As long as this kid speaks, they will have a hundred ways to anger Zhang Yang and take out what they need from Zhang Yang's mouth.

The reporters became excited. They waited here for the middle of the night, wasn’t it just for this time?

However, their attempt failed. Marseille assistant coach Hiltney, who got up in the morning to check the rounds, did not see Zhang Yang in the room, and was looking for him. He saw Zhang Yang blocked by reporters from afar and rushed up.

While running over, he was still shouting, "Zhang, don't talk."

That posture was like three generations of loyal hometown generals, riding a sweat-blooded horse, holding a spear, and killing into the enemy camp, shouting, "Don't be afraid, Major General, a family is here," and coming to rescue the young master.

In this way, when Zhang Yang, a young man, was about to be angry and exploded by the reporters, Hiltney rescued him from the reporters' heavy siege.

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The two wiped the sweat from their foreheads together.

"Where have you been?" Hiltney asked angrily.

"I went to the park to train." Zhang Yang said honestly. He was also scared. He was surrounded by reporters just now and almost got furious.

When Hiltney heard Zhang Yang say this reason, Hiltney's complaints and anger just now disappeared. With such a hard-working player, as a coach, what else can you say?!

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang turned around and looked at the crowd of reporters who were still crowding, asking with lingering fear.

"What's wrong? It's not a good thing you did." Hiltney just got angry and said angrily when he heard the boy's question.

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't know that the things that happened in the away game between Marseille and Lyon yesterday became lively as soon as the game ended, and it didn't even wait until the next day, and it was lively that night.

The whole Ligue 1 is in trouble. I have seen players with personality, players fighting, and I have never seen such a powerful person. The over-shoulder fall is so handsome! This has made countless French people who have never really seen Chinese Kung Fu have gained their knowledge at once. It turns out that it is really so powerful.

Everyone was waiting to see the show and see how the senior executives of the Ligue 1 League handled this "fight" incident.

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ps: Please ask for red votes. I don’t know why I seem to have deducted hundreds of red votes by the system, so I ask for comfort.
Chapter completed!