Zhu Xu nodded vigorously: "Of course, you are great, you will definitely be elected. You are in such a good state now. As long as you keep doing this, you will. Although the first half of the year is very important, it will have some impact in the second half of the year, right?"

This is a desperate bet, so this year Cristiano would rather fight for full attendance with injuries. He doesn't think honor can represent everything, but the robot feels like this, then he can only support it, and he thinks Cristiano deserves a Golden Globe Award.

He was just a little disappointed. Who forced the robot to this point and forced a proud person to fight for his future football career and win the Golden Ball Award and be recognized by the world. Cristiano's accusations against competition have always been only on the court, and the proud Portuguese hopes to fight back with awards.

Cristiano opened the car door: "Get out! Get off! Get off early, I will train you to go early tomorrow, don't be late as the holiday is over. Jose is very strict, and being late will be fined."

Zhu Xu got out of the car: "Don't you come in and sit?"

"No, I'm almost going back. I'm not here, that brat, I don't know what it is like." Cristiano seemed a little headache: "Why are you so naughty? Who do you look like?"

Zhu Xu yelled twice. Little C Luo's condition was similar to that of him, and no one was afraid except the robot.

On the 24th, Zhu Xu specifically told Joanna that she would call him half an hour earlier and go earlier after the holiday, so that Uncle Bird would be in a better mood!

Zhu Xu trotted all the way to the locker room: "Are you late? Are you late?" Then he looked up at the clock: "It's okay! He arrived, hell, I was half an hour earlier, but I almost arrived late. Usually, I would come out at that time 20 minutes earlier."

Damn it turns out that traffic jams are an international issue. He is pretty good. When he left, he looked back and saw that the jam was so miserable!

Ramos, this sexy bag, was combing his hair: "It's a traffic jam, but fortunately you came out early. Igor sent a text message saying that he was blocked on the road, so let's be smart. If Jose is blocked, we'll wait for him in the locker room and find some excuses to fool Kalanca."

"How do we know if the sir is blocked?" Zhu Xu asked while changing his clothes: "We can't go out." It was impossible to see that Casillas actually blatantly used his power for personal gain and asked them to be sheltering criminals.

Ozil explained: "We haven't gone out. If sir comes, he will definitely come to the locker room to check it out. It's cold, do you need to buy a hat or something? Let's go together when you choose the day, but you have to pay for it yourself."

"The robot took me there, hehe." Zhu Xu smiled very lewdly. He didn't spend a penny, haha!

Looking at Zhu Xu's smile, Marcelo immediately said: "Cris, Zhu Xu's income is not low now, much higher than me. Don't always buy things for him, so we are under great pressure. He will turn around and ask us to follow you."

"Hehe, Brother Ma, you really know me! Comrades, good news, I am about to welcome my first personal award in my career. To celebrate my selection as the most popular Asian player, I have a crush on..." Before Zhu Xu finished speaking, the locker room was opened.

Mourinho walked in with a little unhappy face: "Why are they all here?" He was lazy after a day of holiday. He waited for a long time but didn't see anyone. These boys need to be cleaned up.

Ramos' eyes rolled: "Zhu Xu said that in order to celebrate him, he was selected as the most popular Asian player and was asking us for gifts. We plan to finish our studies and buy it for him or not, and then go out."

Mourinho's face was a little gentler, and he reached out and flicked Zhu Xu's forehead: "This award has no weight, you are so happy that you are so happy. And you are selected, not elected, so you are embarrassed to ask for something?"

Zhu Xu laughed with her: "It is very likely that I will be the first one. I am very excited for my personal award. I am not going to be selected. Maybe I will be elected. Uncle Bird, right? Are there any more players in Asia than me? I am the first one to be selected. Hehe online voting, who has more compatriots than me? Hehe! This year's acting chairman of the AFC is Chinese. If I am elected, he will also have a face! Hahahaha." The more Zhu Xu thought about it, the more proud he felt.

Mourinho was amused and cried, shook his head: "Okay, okay, you can be elected, now all out! We need training! We need gifts to study slowly until the training is over." After that, he turned around and walked behind the door, and suddenly saw a footprint on the wall behind the door. Mourinho walked over: "Who did it? Is Zhu Xu you? I said that you are not allowed to kick on the wall! This kind of behavior will be fined."

Zhu Xu kept shook his head: "No, no! It was when you beat me that day, you printed it yourself." Mourinho took action himself that day, but unfortunately Zhu Xu dodged in time, so the snow-white walls were born on his behalf.

Mourinho looked at the footprints on the wall for a long time and felt that it was very likely. He immediately decided not to hold him accountable and turned around and was about to leave.

Bang! A huge impact sound! The door was knocked open! Uncle Bird had no time to escape and was stamped behind the door.

Real Madrid's first team, everyone was stunned, and their eyes were straight at the door.

Casillas panted: "Everything is here! It's great. It seems that Jose hasn't come yet. I'm so tired. It's a damn traffic jam. I ran all the way. Fortunately, I changed into sportswear on the road. If Kalanca asks, I'll say I've just gone to the bathroom."

No one speaks...

The door moved slightly, and Saint Cassi was very dissatisfied with everyone's performance and kicked the door back to the wall again: "What are you doing while staying? Why don't you leave quickly? When Jose finds out, it will be troublesome."

Everyone swallowed, then looked straight at the door, exactly behind it.

Casillas walked in with a blank look on his face, and the door moved a few times. Everyone felt the temperature drop, and Casillas slowly turned his head, then saw a pair of shoes, pants, then clothes, and a slightly flat face behind the door.

Cristiano quickly stood up and fled like a flying door. Everyone hurriedly followed. Even Ramos and other Spaniards left quickly without hesitation. There was not even a look of sympathy. This was the fragile revolutionary friendship!

At noon, everyone discovered that Casillas updated Facebook: "The beginning of this week is so bad... Many Madrid residents and non-Madrid residents encountered traffic jams, and I was fined by Mourinho for being late for training. The photos are evidence. PS. The good news is that we brought back 3 points from Malaga."

Attached picture: The picture is a traffic jam caused by Igor, who failed to arrive at Valdevivas in time. He uploaded it to Facebook with the text.

Everyone in Real Madrid left a message: You always put on the wrong photo! This photo is not convincing enough.
Chapter completed!