"Pengpeng, just wait for me at home and don't go anywhere." Zhuo Yang pushed out his jade lion bicycle and walked out.
"Brother Zhuo, why are you going? We haven't eaten yet?" Pengpeng was standing on the small grass in front of the second floor wearing rubber gloves. He was very confused and his pants were covered with mud. He was planting flowers for Brother Zhuo.
Monkey Face Orchid, Pengpeng’s flower farming skills are passed down from ancestors.
"I'll go to the peninsula. You can order some takeout. Remember, don't go anywhere. Wait for me at home..." Zhuo Yang jumped on his bicycle and disappeared with a bang.
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The sun is shining brightly in spring, and even though Hannover is located far north, in late March, the trees that should be sprouting are sprouting, and everything that should be green is completely green.
The warm sun shines on the peninsula, and penetrates into the dormitory room through the gaps in the fresh green banyan leaves. The open moon-white shutter grilles on the windows split the scattered sunlight again, and throw it to the ground like messy glass. The windows
Next to it is a stack of four or five small cardboard boxes. It can be seen from the unpacked items that they are full of books. Next to the cardboard box is a purple red cotton guitar, with nylon strings stretched on the bridge.
Very neat.
All this shows that the owner of the room seems to be a literary young man, but in fact he is not. Although Klopp is rough on the outside and showy on the inside, he is a standard middle-aged greasy man who has nothing to do with literature and art. Many of the books are just about him.
I haven’t looked through the textbooks I read during my further studies at the university for a long time. I played the guitar every now and then, but it was only to the level of playing single strings, and only in the key of C major.
Uncle Zha was in a good mood today, nothing serious happened. When he had lunch in the club cafeteria just now, the butter served with the fried bread was very sweet and suited his heavy taste. It made him satisfied. A man's happiness is actually that simple sometimes.
At this moment, Uncle Zha was winking in front of the mirror in the dormitory, blowing two tuneless whistles from time to time, and happily cutting his nose hair.
As a middle-aged hunk with strong hormones, Klopp's hair is growing vigorously, especially his nose hair, which is extremely thick and squeezing out like vines blocking the tomb passage. Nose hair is not like a beard. When grown, it looks very sexy and manly.
I have never heard of anyone combing their nose hair into fancy styles, and no woman would like a man’s lush nose hair without a black plug.
Uncle Zha often has to trim the stubborn nose hairs in these two holes. He has used many tools. The first one he gave up was hair removal gel, which is the kind used by women to remove leg hair. Every time Uncle Zha used the hair removal gel to pull out the nose hair, he would
It feels like my brain and soul have been pulled out together, and I can't stop the snot and tears.
Later, Uncle Zha also used an electric nose hair trimmer for a period of time. The round stick-like instrument was inserted into the nostrils and stirred. However, this tool is suitable for people with dense but not long nose hair. It is suitable for dealing with supple nose hair like Uncle Zha.
It's a little helpless, and it burns my nose and eyes when it runs for a little longer.
My wife Ulla is a children's literature writer. She recommended a small scissor to her husband. It has a slender blade and a curved front end. It can just be inserted into the nostrils to sweep away the messy nose hairs. It is really a good idea for Klopp's home trip.
An indispensable tool for cutting grass and killing people. Uncle Zha sighed in his heart: "It's good that the times have developed. There are scissors specially made for nose hair, and they are so ingenious..."
Ulla rolled her eyes: "Dear, these are eyebrow trimming scissors for us women. They were available two centuries ago."
Regardless of what it was originally used for, there is no doubt that it has now become the natural enemy of Uncle Zha’s nose hair. After years of repetitive and monotonous self-trimming, Uncle Zha has become quite proficient in this craft, and not long after, a lot of it fell off the washstand.
It was covered with a layer of stubble, and some of the short hairs still had pickled things stuck to them. Just like everyone always looks back when they get up from the toilet, Uncle Zha looked at the stubble that he had conquered with great enthusiasm.
Sense of achievement.
The eradication operation has entered the final stage, and Uncle Zha's small scissors are carrying out the final stranglehold on a few die-hards who are unwilling to give in deep in his nostrils.
‘Bang!!!’ The door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Uncle Zha was so shocked that he almost pierced the septum of his nose with his scissors.
"Sir, sir, you think this will work..." Zhuo Yang opened the door with one palm, followed in a hurry, and shouted excitedly at Uncle Zha.
'Hiss--' Uncle Zha gasped and carefully took the scissors out of his nostrils, his teeth twisted and his face twisted. "Zhuoyang, your boy is now Mr. European Golden Ball, a prestigious figure.
, a great pianist, a doctorate..." Klopp was shocked and couldn't laugh or cry: "I asked you, can you be polite and knock on the door beforehand?"
"... Hehe, I don't think there is anyone else here." Seeing that his head coach was so frightened that he almost lost his face, Zhuo Yang scratched his head and felt embarrassed. "Last time I came here to borrow a guitar from you and knocked on the door. You
And you think I’m too busy. Anyway, I never lock the door...hehe."
"Oh, sir." Zhuo Yang said, looking at the hair on the washstand: "Your victory today is not small!"
"Go, go, go, I'm almost done. Just wait for me. There's freshly brewed coffee over there. Go pour it yourself. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later." Uncle Zha waved the small scissors at Zhuoyang twice and stopped.
I ignored him and continued to turn my head and look at myself in the mirror. "I am a big man now..."
After finally removing the last remnants, he used paper towels to pile the stubble into a pile, and took two more paper towels to put these things in the trash can. Uncle Zha washed his hands, patted his face and relaxed his skin before sitting on the sofa.
"What's up?"
"Sir, this is it. Regarding Pengpeng's matter, I have thought of a possible solution. Do you think it will work?" Zhuoyang couldn't wait to express his thoughts.
Regarding the conflict between David Luiz’s team’s defensive tactics and his personal offensive willingness, Zhuoyang has communicated with Uncle Zha many times before, but has never found a suitable solution. It’s not that Klopp is indifferent and stubborn, it’s actually
It was out of consideration for the advancement and retreat of the team's defense that he valued Pengpeng very much.
Zhuoyang will not make the same mistake as Lao Song again, shouldering everything on his behalf, and discussing with Uncle Zha to find a win-win solution. The biggest advantage of the central defender's forward penetration is the suddenness of the attack and the opening of the opponent's defense.
The disadvantage is that you lose the ball after being out of position and your opponent counterattacks with more hits and fewer losses. There is no football tactic in the world that can guarantee a profit without losing money. Finding a balance between offense and defense has always been the core essence of football tactics.
Uncle Zha and Zhuo Yang have been trying to find a balance point, a simple model that is suitable for Pengpeng's offense and can be quantified.
Chapter completed!