Chapter 9 I will have the final say in the dormitory
After lying on the bed for a while, Lin Supo finally saw his teammates. As soon as he entered, he felt that the whole room was much smaller.
It was originally a double room that was not too big. The Soviet architecture was very similar to the houses divided by domestic work units. This guy was still 1.9 meters tall.
"It turns out to be you, my new roommate."
Lin Supo looked at his roommate. His face looked quite tender. He had experience doing business in Russia in his previous life. He could roughly estimate the age of the Russians. His face was full of collagen and there were a few pimples.
About the same age as him.
Although the roommate didn't mean to introduce himself, Lin Supo still smiled and said: "Hello, I am Lin Supo. Please take good care of me in the future."
"Dmitri Epifanov, if you snore while sleeping, I will beat you. I also heard that you eat cats, which is not allowed here. From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the dormitory and going to the toilet."
I'm not allowed to use the toilet when I'm doing it. I have to squat to do it. I'm not used to sharing the toilet with others..."
You are a kid, aren't you?
Not to mention Russia in the 1990s, bullying was quite serious among young people in the country, especially among those engaged in sports, so Lin Supo was quite mentally prepared for this situation.
Epifanov has not played before and should be the team's substitute.
I guess he was bullied by foreign talents. This kind of substitute goalkeeper usually plays the role of serving tea and water in the team. After all, there are still opportunities for substitutes in other positions. The goalkeeper position is quite special and he doesn't move much unless he is really injured or in poor condition.
No, otherwise the substitute would be responsible for looking after the water dispenser.
"I'm talking to you. Did you hear me? I just went out on a date and I'm a little hungry. Go find me something to eat. Don't make it cold. I have a bad stomach."
Dmitry Epifanov lowered his head and looked down at Lin Supo. His tall and muscular body was indeed very oppressive.
Lin Supo picked up the wrestling gloves he had just drawn. The black close-fitting leather gloves were quite comfortable. After putting them on, he shook his left hand, which did not affect his activities at all.
"...Boy, do you want to cause trouble?"
boom--!
Without saying a word, Lin Supo punched him in the stomach.
Epifanov's tall body instantly curled up like a shrimp.
In the 1990s, the security situation was average, martial arts schools were springing up like mushrooms after a rain, and there were even many martial arts magazines.
In his previous life, Lin Supo had already started practicing martial arts at this time. He originally had a good physique, but after using Gattuso's template, his strength became 85, and with the bonus of gloves, this punch might not be as light as that of a professional boxer.
Even if Epifanov is an athlete, he will be injured this time.
However, Lin Supo still underestimated Maozi's ability to resist being hit. Epifanov straightened up and pointed at him again, "What a bastard..."
Before Epifanov finished speaking, Lin Supo punched him in the stomach again, then helped him up and punched him again, followed by a knee strike and then hit Epifanov hard with both hands.
Behind him, Epifanov's 1.9-meter body collapsed.
Seeing that he had no ability to resist, Lin Supo kicked him and said: "I will have the final say in the dormitory from now on. I don't have as many things as you, but you'd better not mess with me, otherwise I have learned this for 32 years."
Martial arts is about to be used on you."
"If you don't speak, are you dissatisfied with me?"
Lin Supo stepped hard, and Epifanov quickly begged for mercy: "You are the boss, you are the boss!"
"You are so good~" Lin Supo knelt down and patted Epifanov's face, "Since I am your boss, I will help you if anything happens in the future. Now I am hungry, go find me something to eat.
return."
Before Epifanov could get up, the door opened.
"what happened?"
Lin Supo saw the teammates coming over and said with a smile: "Dmitri and I just met today. We tried wrestling and he lost."
"Is that so, Demi?"
Seeing Lin Supo's fierce eyes, Epifanov, squatting in the corner, nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, that's it."
"Okay then, let's go back. You guys were in the room and were having fun. We thought we were starting a fight...Young people really don't know the importance of things at all."
"Okay, we'll pay attention."
Lin Supo sent his teammates away with a smile. Epifanov, who slowly stood up, was startled by him and quickly waved his hand: "I was wrong, don't hit me."
"I'm not going to hit you, but I want to ask, why are there still old players living in the dormitory?" Lin Supo was a little curious. Some of the teammates who came just now were obviously around 30 years old. In Russia, people can get married at the age of 14. After getting married, they should go back
Let's stay home.
"No money!"
Epifanov gave the answer.
"Some people are not from Moscow. It would cost a lot of money for their families to live here. In order to save money, they choose to live in dormitories."
"That's it. Okay, go get something to eat. It just so happens that you haven't eaten either."
Lin Supo waved his hand, and Epifanov quickly took a puff of smoke and ran away.
I didn't expect the Chinese boy to be so cruel. He almost vomited blood when he was beaten.
With just a few strokes, he had a long memory. Epifanov had no doubt that Lin Supo could send him to the emergency room if he pressed harder.
Lin Supo also didn't expect that Russian players are in such a bad situation now.
Europe and the United States are prospering again on the corpse of the Soviet Union. If you look at the ruble and the dollar from 1:10 to 1:5000, you can imagine how difficult life is in Russia now.
He didn't ask stupid questions like why he didn't buy a car. Although Russia has Volga cars, its production capacity doesn't seem to be high. With the player's income, he should be reluctant to buy such luxury goods.
You need to wait a few years to get better before you can buy a car.
Not long after, Epifanov came back with two plates.
You can tell at a glance that Linsupo is Solyanka, one of the traditional Russian foods.
Solyanka is a thick soup that is enough to serve as a meal in itself. The soup is made with a variety of meats, including sausage, bacon, ham and beef, as well as vegetables such as cabbage, carrots, onions and potatoes. Chopped
Pickles and traditional lemon slices give the food a more sour taste.
There is rice and fish on the plate.
Nowadays, even the four major leagues do not restrict players' diet.
Lin Supo didn't care even more.
After taking it and putting it on the table, Epifanov took out a bottle of kvass from his cabinet and handed it to Lin Supo.
Lin Supo was not polite. He opened the bottle and drank half the bottle in one go. Epifanov felt very distressed when he saw it.
"Don't be stingy. It's just a bottle of drink. I'll go out and buy two boxes for us to drink later."
"Um!"
Epifanov nodded vigorously, not expecting the new Chinese boy to be so generous.
The problem of beverages is still a problem of Russia's light industry. The light industry is underdeveloped and has insufficient production capacity. Beverages are still quite expensive these days.
But Lin Supo really doesn't care. Not to mention that his salary is higher than that of the substitute goalkeeper. His parents also left a lot of inheritance. There is no chance to deal with it at this time. When he returns to China, he will buy a few houses in the capital and Shanghai and demolish them.
