Second: Zhuo Yang was not good at studying in school anyway, but he still played the piano quite well;

Third: There is no reason, I have the final say!

As a result, Yang Hong and Zhuo Yang began a cat-and-mouse battle of wits.

Every weekend, Yang Hong asked Zhuo Yang to play the piano at home, and Zhuo Yang would come up with all kinds of weird excuses to go out and secretly play games. The way is better, the magic is higher. There is no cunning, only more cunning.

Jack Mouse outsmarted Tom Cat on TV, Zhuo Yang outsmarted Yang Hong at home.

In fact, Zhuo Yang doesn't hate the piano. He is willing to play it when he has nothing to do, but he can't say how much he loves it. Just like the curtain with red clouds, blue mountains and yellow coconut trees.

The days gradually came to 2002, and Zhuo Yang was seventeen years old. He went to school early and was about to graduate from high school. At this time, something unhappy happened, and it was because of a fight.

Competitive sports are originally an extension of war, and football is violence under the rules. Who doesn’t have some passion and fire in their heart? In China, you can start a chess game just by watching it on the roadside.

In folk games without the authority of referees, fights are commonplace. As a folk star who excels like the wind, scores goals like crazy, and is so coquettish that his odor can be smelled two miles away, Zhuo Yang naturally becomes a football star.

The ruffians are often the object of jealousy and attack. But Zhuo Yang is not a man who can swallow his anger. He has more temper than pimples on his face. So, trouble begins.

In a fight, Zhuo Yang would certainly not suffer a loss, nor would he strike too hard, but there would always be times when he would hurt someone.
Chapter completed!