"Silly boy, you can shoot accurately as a single sniper. Do you want this 98K?"
"No, I have it, give it to Xiao Di or Brother Lu!"
At 12 noon, British time, Mo Yang originally wanted to continue practicing shooting after lunch, but this guy Bai Lele bombarded him with phone calls and put him online.
Chen He was not here this time. After recording the program in the afternoon, he hurried to participate in business activities.
But Lu Han is here, and Xiao Di, a cute girl who loves to play and loves to play, can't be absent.
"I'm playing mini. I can't play alone as a sniper!" Lu Han refused.
"I don't play either. I can't hit anyone every time!" Xiao Di's tone was like a resentful woman.
"That's because you're too good!" As he became more and more familiar with the people in the group, Mo Yang didn't worry so much when he spoke, and the straight man's knife skills reappeared in the world.
"Grrrr!"
When Lu Han heard this, he looked back at Xiao Di, who was biting his red lips in the box, and burst out laughing, "Brother Yang, you won't get any votes if you act like this!"
"You idiot, you have such a mouth. If I can find a girlfriend, I will take your last name!" Xiao Di gritted his teeth into the microphone.
"Haha!" Mo Yang in the room scratched his head and laughed. He seemed to have said the wrong thing again.
On the other hand, after Lu Han heard this, he looked at Xiao Di strangely, and then had a meaningful look on his face.
When he came back to record the show this time, he often found Xiao Di playing silly and nervously on his mobile phone during his breaks in the past few days.
He took a few secret glances at Xiao Di while he was playing with his cell phone, and found that he was searching for reports related to Mo Yang several times. This was very interesting!
Since Xiao Di entered Running Man this year, the media has often criticized their CP, even if they say that they have noses and eyes. However, in his conscience, he has no thoughts about Xiao Di. The two are just good friends, and he already has a girlfriend.
"I seem to have seen Hanwazi's lonely old age!" Bai Lele, who was live broadcasting, saw the steely straight man making comments and also joked.
Now his live broadcast room has a popularity of nearly 400,000, which makes this guy extremely happy.
After the four of them searched R City and got into the car for a lap, Lu Han, who was driving, asked boredly: "By the way, Lele, why were you two given the nicknames Hanwazi and Tiewazi? What are the allusions to these two names in Sichuan?
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"Baby name?" Bai Lele asked knowingly, with a mean look on her face, "What is a baby name?"
"Lele, you idiot, your baby name is what others call you when you are breastfeeding!" Xiao Di angrily yelled at Bai Lele.
"Oh!" Bai Lele said in a long voice on the live broadcast screen, with an expression of sudden realization, and then suddenly became a little shy and coy, and said seriously: "When I was breastfeeding, others usually called me 'dead ghost'!
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"puff!"
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"..."
As soon as these words came out, the sound of water spraying suddenly appeared in countless rooms or Internet cafes across the country, followed by crazy squawking laughter.
On the highway, Chen He was sitting in the nanny's car. He couldn't sleep and was also watching Bai Lele's live broadcast. He never expected that Bai Lele would suddenly come up with such a fairy answer, and he immediately laughed so much that the car sprayed water.
The assistant and driver who were in the same car also heard it, and they all burst into laughter, and the car started to drive crookedly.
In the Internet cafe box, Xiao Di was so embarrassed that his pretty face was as red as blood, and he said angrily: "Bai Lele, you, don't let me see you, otherwise I will beat you to death for daring to molest my mother!"
"Grrrrrr!" Lu Han curled up on the sofa chair, his head buried in his knees, and his whole body was twitching, as if he was having epilepsy.
"The Evil Demon King comes up with another golden sentence!"
"The god replied, I am convinced. Great God Lele, I am willing to bow down!"
"I would like to respect you as the king of the demon world!"
"Your Majesty, I respectfully invite you to ascend the throne! Let's come quickly to meet our king!"
"..."
When Bai Lele saw the exploding screen, she smiled cheesily and didn't care about Xiao Di's threat. Wait until you see me. How big of a deal is that?
"That's not right! Your nickname is Tiewazi. When you were a child, your godfather wouldn't cry no matter how hard he whipped you, so you were given this name. When did you change it to a dead ghost!" Mo Yang's silly voice filled with doubts rang in everyone's headsets.
"Pfft!" Xiao Di couldn't bear it anymore and directly covered his face and lay on the keyboard.
"Hahahaha!" Lu Han wiped his tears and looked at Xiao Di playing: "Xiao Di, do you think I should explain the touching story here to Brother Yang!"
"How dare you!" Xiao Di straightened up suddenly and glared at Lu Han with a pair of beautiful eyes. Then his face changed instantly, and he curled his lips and said indifferently: "I don't care if I like to talk!"
Lu Han verified his guess and looked at Xiao Di with a very ambiguous smile, "Don't worry, I understand, I understand, I will never say anything!"
"A bunch of crazy snakes, I don't know what they are laughing at!" Mo Yang muttered.
"Oh my god! It seems like Mo Yang really didn't understand!"
"This is a strange item!"
"You can't be just pretending!"
"..."
"I'm sure this idiot really doesn't understand. I've been playing with him since we were kids, and I know him too well. There is only football in his world, and women will only affect the speed of his shooting!" Bai Lele saw after the comment.
Give Mo Yang a guarantee.
After the fun, the four people who didn't wait to enter the circle were directly bombarded on the road and were punished by God.
Mo Yang looked at the time, it was almost 3 pm, and said, "Brother He should be back soon. You four can play, I'll get off the game first!"
"Don't you have a holiday today? Why did you get off so early? Is there something wrong?" Xiao Di asked Qiao Qiao, not noticing that his tone was a bit strange.
Mo Yang, who was about to take off his headphones, was stunned for a moment and explained: "I'm going to Chinatown to buy some ingredients, and I'm inviting my teammates over for dinner tonight!"
"can you cook?"
Xiao Di asked, but Mo Yang had already put down his headphones, turned around and went out.
Bai Lele caught something unusual from the questions and answers of the two people, and immediately answered for Mo Yang: "Sister Di, I'm afraid you don't know what Hanwazi old man does. He is eight or nine years old.
I was forced by my godfather to start practicing spooning, do you think he can cook?"
Xiao Di didn't say anything, just took out his phone and fiddled with it.
As soon as Mo Yang got in the car, his phone rang. He opened WeChat and looked at it, then shook his head helplessly.
I took a taxi to Little China Town in Leeds and entered a Chinese supermarket. Oh my god, they actually had everything, including Sichuan hot pot base. Mo Yang felt so hungry that he had to look away.
More than an hour later, when Mo Yang returned home carrying large and small bags, he found Pere chatting and laughing in the living room with an old man he was very familiar with.
Michael Emenalo, Chelsea’s current football director, was the one who persuaded Mo Yang to quit Chelsea.
But Mo Yang didn't have the slightest resentment towards the African, but instead felt a little grateful. If it weren't for Michael, his personal file would definitely be recorded as having a heart attack, which would have a huge impact on him.
"Yang! Do you still remember me?"
When Emenaro saw Mo Yang was stunned, he stood up and walked towards Mo Yang, smiled and gave Mo Yang a warm hug.
"Mr. Emenalo! Long time no see!" Mo Yang smiled and stepped forward to shake hands, but Emenalo came up and gave him a bear hug.
After the two sat down on the sofa, Emenaro said sincerely: "Yang, I am here to apologize to you on behalf of Chelsea today. The damn medical department caused us to lose a midfield genius. Boy, are you willing to start again?"
Come back to Stamford Bridge? I promise to give you the best treatment!"
Mo Yang was stunned for a while, but suddenly he saw Pere behind Emenalo winking at him anxiously, which made Mo Yang even more confused. If you have something to say, just say it and play a hammer guessing game!
Mo Yang smiled, shook his head and said, "Sorry, sir, I may not be able to promise you."
Seeing that Emenalo was about to speak, Mo Yang stretched out his hand to stop him and continued: "Sir, I have clear plans for the future. What I need at this age is the opportunity to play, not the bench for a wealthy family!"
Seeing that Mo Yang simply refused, Pere quietly gave Mo Yang a thumbs up.
Perret is not opposed to Mo Yang going to a wealthy club, nor is he worried that Mo Yang will not be able to compete with other players if he goes to a wealthy club, but his premise is that the team can provide Mo Yang with stable playing opportunities, otherwise he will not agree.
After hearing Mo Yang's flat refusal, Emenalo did not continue to persuade him. He could not guarantee that Mo Yang would have sufficient playing time when he arrived at Chelsea.
The three of them sat together and chatted for more than ten minutes before Emenalo said goodbye and left.
"Yang, I think it's time to talk to you about your career plan!" Perre said seriously as soon as he returned to the living room after seeing Emenalo off.
"Perret, I will not leave Leeds United this season!" Mo Yang looked at Perret with extremely firm eyes.
"That's not the question!" Pere rolled his eyes, "I'm talking about your whereabouts after this season. Do you have any ideas?"
"Uh!" Mo Yang really hadn't thought about this problem.
"Yang, actually I don't agree with you going to a wealthy team now. It's too early for you. Few wealthy teams are willing to train young players. They are more willing to give opportunities to players who have matured and performed stably."
As Perey was talking, he suddenly smiled and said: "Actually, if Leeds United can afford to pay your salary by then, you can also consider staying!"
Although Perret said this, he actually had no hope at all. Staying in a small club for players like Mo Yang would only damage the club's salary system.
Although Leeds United is backed by an Italian tycoon, it is not a consortium. His purpose in acquiring Leeds United is to make money, not the bullshit football sentiments mentioned by the Russian at Chelsea.
Therefore, after Leeds United ends this season, Mo Yang will 100% be pushed into the transfer window in exchange for a large amount of funds.
"So the prerequisite for your transfer is to ensure that you have enough playing time in the team, otherwise it is better not to go."
"You are now used to the English Championship, so we should try to choose the Premier League. The two leagues have similar styles, which will help you adapt quickly, so I will focus your transfer on clubs like the Premier League!"
"No problem!" Mo Yang found that what Pere said coincided with his plan, and he agreed very happily.
Mo Yang looked at the time, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for tonight's dinner.
Looking at the busy Mo Yang, Pere narrowed his eyes with a smile. He is really a treasure boy.
He has gained weight these days living with this kid, and he doesn't know who is taking care of whom.
After a while, Bamford and the others arrived, and a large list of eighteen people came directly. They all gathered around the kitchen and marveled at Mo Yang's skillful knife skills.
At the hotel, Xiao Di was still awake. He was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, checking his phone from time to time.
"drop!"
When the WeChat message alert sounded, the sleepy Xiao Di suddenly became energetic. When he turned on his phone and looked at it, he suddenly swallowed his saliva.
"Dry-roasted fish! Couple's lung slices! Kung Pao chicken! Twice-cooked pork! Mapo tofu! Fish-flavored shredded pork!" With more than twenty dishes, Xiao Di was so hungry that he rolled on the bed. If he had known better,
Stop letting that idiot send her pictures.
PS: There is basically no chicken-eating plot in the back! There is also the heroine. In fact, it is just an embellishment for the football article. There are not many scenes, so don’t take it seriously.