The Chinese may indeed not have played table tennis, but Zhuo Yang really can't.
When he was high, he was forced to play the piano by his mother before he was high. Since then, he is destined that he and the motion that might be damaged missed. Why did Yang Hong dislike his football in those years?
? The deepest reason is because I don't want to make my son hurt his hands.
Coupled with Zhuo Yang really not interested in table tennis, I really haven't played it at once. The genius is always like this, either to do it or not.
"Luo, where can you see that I will play table tennis?"
"Aren't you Chinese?"
"Will the Chinese be playing table tennis?"
"Of course, use Nima to ask?"
"You are Portuguese, will you grow grapes?"
"Of course! I bought another thousand acres last year, and I am now the owner of the big plantation."
"Okay, congratulations, we are rich and expensive, then I will call you Luo Yonggui in the future."
"I don't like Jie name."
"Then I call you President Luo."
"甭“ “, hurry up with me two tricks, I have been looking forward to playing with the Chinese." C Ronaldo's expression of excitement can see the stars in the eyes.
"President Luo, I really don’t know."
"Impossible! Zhuo Yang, don't be humble, hurry up and come to us to point each other."
Yo, are you still working hard? Zhuo Yang held his chest with his arms and let the small ball stunned.
"President Luo, it is better to have two tricks on boxing, it is OK."
Cristiano Ronaldo did not hesitate to say, "No, then I can't beat you, I confess defeat."
People are quite bachelor! But ... "Hurry up, you still have a horizontal board, you like to pull or like to cut it? Hurry up, I can't wait!"
"President Luo, I won't fight, you let me go!" Take such a chance, the young man, Zhuo Yang is also okay.
Cristiano Ronaldo did not believe: "Do you look down on me? Zhuo Yang, Jie is your wrong, I invite you to dinner, you can't show both hands?"
"I didn't eat it either? I still took a bottle of wine for you!"
"After playing table tennis, you put the wine back, I don’t drink anyway."
"Then I still accompany you to train!"
"I still invite you to bubble the pool!"
Zhuo Yang: "..."
Zhuo Yang walked over to hold Ronaldo's shoulder: "President Luo, let's look."
"I never read a book! Well, don't read it."
"Then you always watch TV?"
"Look at it."
"Okay, President Luo, now you tell me, which TV says that Chinese people must play table tennis?"
C Rodumi was so excited: "Which one? Every family is! The TV staged you in China, even the old lady split the big corner on the stage, too nima!"
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"President Luo, then you tell me, what should I make you believe that I really won't play table tennis?"
"I don't believe it!"
"President Luo, you are so entangled, I will call your mother to comment."
After ten minutes ...
"Zhuo Yang, can't you really?"
Zhuo Yang Shen nodded: "Really no!"
"You swear?"
"I swear! I want to lie to you. If I will play table tennis, I will let Wu Lei bombard me."
Cristiano Ronaldo is full of disappointment in his eyes. You can never know the expectations and joy of a master when he meets his opponent, nor can he know that when everything becomes the loneliness and emptiness after the bubble.
"Zhuo Yang, you destroyed my faith!"
"Aren't you not drinking?"
"I want to go to China to play the tour."
"How many dishes for dinner?"
"As a Chinese, you don't even play table tennis. What is good for me to say you?"
"You should eat more fish, that thing can make up for the brain."
Cristiano Ronaldo looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes and was all scorn. Zhuo Yang felt that he was a fool. He would not be a table tennis, but it turned out to be big.
"President Luo, otherwise you see what other items are there, I will continue to practice with you."
"No, it's gone, table tennis is the last one. Let's go to the sun?"
"Well."
The sunshine in Madrid in October was still very charming. The two lying on the lounge chair by the outdoor pool, and did not feel cold. Zhuo Yang hoped that the embarrassment of table tennis was scattered as soon as possible, but Ronaldo could not forget.
He laughed and gradually became angry from a sneak laugh.
"Who believes it? Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang ... can't play ... Table tennis? Ahahahahaha ~~~"
Zhuo Yang didn't feel funny at all, but Ronaldo almost laughed. Zhuo Yang didn't expect it. Since then, this has become a stalk in Real Madrid: Zhuo Yang is spicy, but he won't be table tennis!
The sun gradually moved west, and some cold .c Luo looked at the table: "Do you want to go in and sleep for a while? Open dinner after an hour."
"Don't eat it, I'll go home!"
Zhuo Yang wearing a neatly came out of the door of the Ronaldo's courtyard, and heard the sunny and sunny: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma, I don't believe you, Zhuo Yang will not be table tennis ..."
Then, then
Zhuo Yang still walked in the direction of his home with his hands on his back. The rustling sound of the deciduous leaves sounded comfortable.
At this guest, CNAANA did not know how to look at it, but Zhuo Yang's purpose was achieved. He had to observe from his life and see what kind of person Cristiano Ronaldo.
Confidence, self, publicity, self -discipline and self -satisfaction, firmly believe in your own values ​​and outlook on life, will reveal the heart of preventing people from time to time.
On his face. However, he still has the most basic boundaries and etiquette.
Such a person, just don't step on his pain, don't let him pride to cover the inferiority, it is not difficult to deal with it.
Rafinka is a closed area. Zhuo Yang walked all the way to silence. Only the leaves under his feet rang.
Passing through the door of the Dutcu family, the lights are brightly lit, and the shadow is obviously good. Zhuo Yang Xinbu walked into his brother's house. Sure enough, all kinds of guys in the barbecue stove were really appropriate.
De Tu, Kaka, Marcelo, He faced, Eye, five people applauded warmly, and he welcomed him to come and come.
"Is it delicious? Chicken breast meat?"
"His salad is really authentic salad, right?"
"Rush on the gym, right? Ahahaha ~"
"Zhuo Ge peeing in the swimming pool? I sprinkled it last time."
"Hey, who did you win table tennis?"
"Actually, I can't play table tennis." Zhuo Yang scratched his head.
Several collectives of brother, then laughed.
Chapter completed!