Ye Yifeng was exhausted.
It wasn't long before I got on the plane from Milan and fell asleep.
I was confused when I got off the plane because it was the second half of the night, and the team simply found a hotel to stay as soon as they entered the city.
He fell asleep when he entered the room.
When he woke up again, he realized that he and Griezmann were sleeping in the same room, each with a bed.
After taking a shower, he picked up his phone and turned on it and looked at it. His inbox exploded.
Any number that can be saved in the address book sent him a message congratulating him on winning the championship.
What’s inexplicable is that there are strange numbers who send a congratulatory message and sign it: Pep Guardiola.
Who knows if it's a spoof?
Among the coaches, Penafiere's former coach Miguel Reil, Ranieri, Diet Black Gold, and some assistant coaches who have worked well with each other.
Many former teammates in Monaco and Wolfsburg also sent text messages.
He responded patiently one by one, and as for his family, it was very peaceful. Anyway, they only needed to read the news to know where they were.
At this time, Saul sent him a text message.
"Are you awake?"
Ye Yifeng directly replied to the phone.
Three minutes later, he went to open the door.
Saul and Coke tiptoed into the room.
He looked at Griezmann, who was still sleeping in the bed in the room.
"Are you two thieves or are you going to be a flower-picking thief?"
Cork made a quiet gesture to him.
Saul took out a small plate from the back that was held in the palm of his hand, with two kinds of seasonings on it.
Ye Yifeng frowned and said, "Why are you doing with mustard and tomato sauce?"
Saul whispered in Ye Yifeng's ear.
Ye Yifeng looked at Griezmann who was still sleeping on the bed and shook his head, "No, you are playing too much. If he is mentally fragile, this shadow will accompany you for the rest of your life. No, no!"
Saul and Cork were very surprised, but he didn't expect Ye Yifeng to disagree.
Of course Ye Yifeng disagreed.
He slept in a room with Griezmann.
Saul and Cock had to apply mustard on Griezmann's anus and apply some ketchup on the sheets to create the illusion that Griezmann was left behind.
This is on the 17th floor. If Griezmann is too excited and opens the window and jumps down, who can hold on to his speed and coquettish running position?
Take a step back!
He accepted it, he woke up, who was the fucking responsible for the second half of his life?
Saul and Cork had no choice but to give up.
Ye Yifeng had to warn them.
No matter how much you play, no matter how much you make a fuss.
Don't joke about Kikube!
I guess it was because I was so excited to win the championship that I had such a crazy idea of ​​pranking.
Saul settled for the second best, intending to apply mustard and tomato sauce to Griezmann's face.
hehe.
Ye Yifeng was invited to join. Ye Yifeng had just taken a shower and didn't want to get dirty, so he shook his head and refused.
They had a lot of fun playing, and gently applied the tomato sauce and mustard on Griezmann's face with a smile.
After finishing painting, he proudly took his cell phone and took a picture of Griezmann's big face.
As soon as they turned around, their smiles froze.
Ye Yifeng was sitting on another bed and recording the video on his mobile phone.
"Hello!"
Saul was anxious.
Ye Yifeng calmly put away his phone and said, "Don't think of lying on me, I have evidence."
Ah snee!
Griezmann was probably stimulated by the smell of mustard. He sneezes several times and opened his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, and then put the tomato sauce into his eyes!
Plop!
He screamed and fell to the ground!
"I can't see it! Ye Yifeng! What did you do to me?"
Ye Yifeng had to step on his butt and said, "Don't look up, be careful to hit the cabinet, follow my instructions, and lie down and don't move."
He took a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table that he had drunk half of his mineral water from getting up and handed it to him, saying, "Wash your eyes by yourself, move less, stop touching the mustard anymore."
Saul and Kok carefully stepped out of the room without making any noise as possible.
"Mustard?! You're going too far!"
"When you can stand up and talk to me, then discuss who is too much."
After Griezmann cleaned up the seasoning on his face, Ye Yifeng took out his mobile phone video and proved his innocence.
After reading it, Griezman looked at Ye Yifeng suspiciously and asked, "Why don't you stop them?"
Ye Yifeng replied naturally: "Because I want to watch the fun."
"you!"
"Look, why are you targeting me? If I hadn't taken this video, wouldn't you believe me? It's so sunny. If I hadn't blocked them, you would have been huddled in the corner of the bed, holding the quilt and screaming."
"Screaming? Why?"
"You try to squeeze some mustard into the Kikube to see if it will make you crazy and make you scream."
Griezman swallowed, feeling scared.
Those two bastards are so cruel?
When he went to the restaurant for dinner, Griezmann was unceremonious and attacked directly from behind, squeezing his hands and bag of salad dressing into the collars of their two people.
Saul and Cork turned around almost at the same time, and the last bit left was squeezed on the faces of both of them.
The picture is too beautiful to look at.
The other teammates and coaches couldn't help laughing, and many of them had obvious wretched smiles.
Griezmann, who had a good time, was very happy.
Saul and Cork dared not speak out.
If they are in trouble, they will definitely suffer.
Ye Yifeng was very satisfied with watching.
Oh.
If you often walk on the mountain road, you will encounter a tiger.
Being too bad for being a human being is buried early!
Deserve it!
Pack up your things and carry your backpack and go downstairs to check out.
Ye Yifeng was holding the championship trophy in the hotel lobby, thinking that when he was leaving the hotel, he must hold the trophy handsomely with one hand, and his smile should be in line with the beautiful weather today.
But when he saw Carrasco playing with the championship medal, he frowned.
Medal?
Yes, where is my medal?
He turned his head and asked Griezmann.
"Did you see my medal in the room?"
Griezman took out his medal from his pocket and hung it around his neck, shook his head and said, "My is here, I haven't seen you, so don't try to steal mine."
Ye Yifeng was sure that there was no medal in his bag. He remembered that the medal was still on his neck when he was on the plane in Milan last night!
When I woke up, the medal disappeared?
Damn it!
It's a big deal!
La Liga won't award, is the Champions League medal lost?
Fresh again?
He stood up and hugged the championship trophy and asked his teammates everywhere.
Have you ever seen my championship medal?
It looks exactly the same as what you are playing with in your hands and hanging around your neck!
Ye Yifeng was sweating quickly. When he turned around, assistant coach Boggs held a medal in his hand in front of Ye Yifeng and whispered: "No need to find here."
call!
Ye Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, it turns out you picked it up. I thought someone stole it."
Boggs shrugged and said, "I picked it up, but it wasn't stolen by someone, you threw it away yourself."
Ye Yifeng just hung the medal around his neck, but was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "This joke is not funny at all. How could I throw it away?"
I'm not Mourinho, and this is a championship medal, why should I throw the medal?
Boggs sighed softly: "Yesterday on the plane, you just fell asleep and took off the medal and threw it away. I guess you felt uncomfortable on your neck."
Ye Yifeng was covered in cold sweat.
Fortunately, they were chartered, and fortunately someone saw it and picked it up.
Otherwise, this wave of blood loss!
The check-out procedures were completed and the whole team left the hotel.
Before Ye Yifeng walked out of the hotel, he saw fans gathering outside, and the whole street was crowded.
When Ye Yifeng walked out of the hotel with a big ear cup with one hand high and smiled, God insisted on going against him. The light reflected by the sunlight through the trophy suddenly made him a little blinded!
Close your eyes hard and instinctively turn your head to the other side.
He stopped and rubbed his eyes. Griezmann took the trophy from him. When Ye Yifeng recovered his vision and looked for his trophy, he saw Griezmann put on sunglasses and held the trophy high!
The crowd around him immediately raised his hands and cheered.
Damn it!
Steal the show!
So professional!
Why the fuck you don't go to Barcelona?
It was not until before boarding the bus that Ye Yifeng ended up being picked up by his teammates in turn. He turned around and smiled at the fans and raised the trophy again.
The cheers that erupted were even more deafening!
Ye Yifeng was immediately satisfied.
Get in the car and go home.
When he stepped into the house, Tang Mo rushed over happily, and rushed over with a flying pounce to hug him. Ye Yifeng was almost knocked out of the door.
Fortunately, I have a good waist and can stand!
Ye Jianhua and Tang Wenbin have not yet gotten up.
Liu Qiaohong said to Ye Yifeng helplessly: "Your father and your Uncle Tang came back last night and drank some more, and they didn't go to bed until the morning."
Ye Yifeng actually doesn’t understand what drinking is good.
But I think it must be these two old men who are happy to drink.
The expectant mother-in-law Luo Qing was busy in the kitchen, and Liu Qiaohong also went to help. Tang Mo pulled Ye Yifeng to sit down on the sofa. Then she knelt on the side and took out her cell phone and gave a vivid report to Ye Yifeng.
Spanish media, media from other European countries, UEFA, Asian media, Chinese media, AFC and other media or official comments on the Champions League finals are important to how to evaluate Ye Yifeng's performance.
Both shots and one pass were all the way.
It’s okay not to mention Ye Yifeng. If you want to talk about Ye Yifeng’s performance, you must be able to summarize it in just one word: Like!
Or it would be a scolding!
European media's comments are relatively rational compared to AFC and Chinese media. For example, it is enough to raise Ye Yifeng to the height that can challenge Ronaldo and Messi.
After all, a Champions League championship is not enough to be on par with those two superstars who are league champions, scorers, and more Champions League champions.
But the AFC and Chinese media almost blew Ye Yifeng into Superman.
After hearing this, Ye Yifeng felt dizzy and turned his head to look at Tang Mo and asked, "It sounds like I have become the master of the world?"
Tang Mo's eyes were shining with a star-like light and nodded quickly.
Ye Yifeng blinked and said, "Rubb my shoulders."
Tang Mo hurriedly came over to rub his shoulders.
"Hit me your legs."
She bent down again and beat Ye Yifeng's legs.
Ye Yifeng tilted his head and said, "Come up and move yourself."
Tang Mo's face was flushed, he turned around and looked at the kitchen, then turned back and said with a charming expression when he came back, "Go back to the room."
Ye Yifeng exhaled.
The feeling of winning the championship.
Chapter completed!