"Bayern's new aid openly stopped training? The Chinese Dragon left again just ten minutes after entering the training base!"

"The locker room chaos has reopened? Bayern returns to the Hollywood era of Bundesliga?"

"The ironclad evidence is like a mountain! The Chinese captain missed the team training for four consecutive days!"

"Showdown! Ask for core position! Longshu fought fiercely against Heinx?"

"Henes and Rummenigge reiterated: No one can be better than Bayern!"

"Slide back to China for negotiation contract during the preparation period? This is the model of tmd professional players?!"

"Emma Watson's witch power! She lured a player example into a locker room bully!"

"Hermione's kiss is a gentle place, she makes the Chinese captain completely addicted!"

"The Son of God is no longer as brave as he was back then! The Chinese dragon has been squeezed out by his new girlfriend!"

"If you can't get it, you'll ruin him! This is all Chelsea's conspiracy! Emma Watson is an undercover sent by the Blues!"

...

When Long Shute was still using his wilderness to reclaim an unknown mysterious land in England, the German media had already produced a large number of explosive news!

These news were captured by reporters stationed in Germany by major domestic media, and then they copied it as it is or added with the fire, and then translated these German into Chinese and sent it back to China as soon as possible.

Between their lines, there was a feeling of regret for Long Shute.

They hated this tempting world, and they even gave the ruthless and vicious curse to the little British witch who had sunk the savior of Chinese football. They even felt that they might be able to pack their luggage and evacuate from Munich and return home...

Chinese football finally gave birth to a star of hope, but it was slowly rising and was about to illuminate the entire Europe, and was destroyed by a British woman!

This is God’s arrangement!

European Chinese team destroyed Asia and England!

-

Just as Long Shute tore open the second box of ultra-thin after a simple rest and was about to fight for another six rounds, the phone he threw on the sofa outside the door rang again.

He didn't want to pick him up, because he had to continue to conquer the mountains and hills, and let the little witch in England pay a heavy price for his previous contempt for himself.

But the noble little witch has now softened into a pile of soft mud, and she doesn't seem to have any strength. She just raised her little feet slightly and kicked her between his legs: "Go and answer the phone, do you want to exhaust me?"

Long Shute curled his lips:

"I didn't even say I was tired, are you falling down now?"

What answered him was a cold air between his legs...

-

"It's Tony, what's the matter?"

Long Shute picked up his cell phone from the ground, and sat on the sofa with his bare butt.

Tony Moretti, a broker far away in China, sounded a little nervous:

"Mr. Long, are you going to give up today?"

"Stop training? How is this possible? The head coach thought my physical condition was not at its best, so he allowed me to take a day off for a while... Wait a minute, is there another media catching up?"

Long Shute immediately reacted.

So his mind moved, and countless explosive news spread out like flowing water in front of him.

Looking at these terrifying titles, he couldn't help laughing:

"I always thought this way of reporting was a unique skill for the English paparazzi, but I didn't expect that the serious Germans would learn it..."

"Mr. Long?"

Moretti didn't understand what he meant.

Long Shute said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Tony, there is no problem between me and the head coach. I didn't stop training, didn't ask for any core position, and didn't fight with club teammates or senior executives in the locker room. Our new season is about to begin, and I won't mess with my time."

"That's good. If you expose these problems at this time, it will undoubtedly damage your image. I am very worried about whether the companies we are in contact with will have concerns..."

The agent breathed a little relieved and explained to his employer - after all, he was just a novice during his internship and was a little rude enough to ask his employer for personal questions.

But Long Shute interrupted him anxiously:

"Of course I know this. I won't damage my image at will. Do you have any more things?"

"Uh, what are you doing now? Are you driving? I called for half an hour before you picked it up..."

"Yes, I'm just driving, goodbye."

Long Shute threw his phone on the sofa again, and then returned to the bedroom excitedly.

At the age of 21, he has accumulated energy that he has nowhere to vent for many years, and coupled with his innate physical strength, how could a pack of six pieces of ultra-thin packs stop him?

"Hey? Baby...what are you doing?"

Then he was somewhat disappointed to see Emma sitting by the bed and was already choosing clothes in her suitcase...

"You asked me to answer the phone! Don't tell me that you also received a call from your agent, and you are going to Hollywood to start a new job now?"

Emma laughed out loud, and she spread the clothes in the box on the carpet while answering her boyfriend's complaints:

“I’m just looking for a bottle of sunscreen…”

"You're also going to be dark when we use this box, it's going to get dark, okay?"

Long Shute tore open the packaging, but his eyes suddenly paused:

"What is this? Is it new fashion?"

He bent down and picked up a piece of black silk from the ground, giving him a very silky and smooth feel, and it felt cold to the touch.

Long Shute, who has almost no ability to identify women's fashion, looked confused.

Maybe this is high-end goods?

Emma raised her eyebrows to help her boyfriend literate:

"Horgwarts magic robe dedicated to Hermione Granger, this is the commemoration of the end of the series..."

"Can you wear it and show me?"

Long Shute looked excited:

"I'm a big fan of Hermione. I was your fan more than 20 years ago!"

He was telling the truth, but Emma couldn't help but curl her lips:

"More than 20 years ago? I have never seen you as shameless fan as you, you can't even recognize your idol's clothes..."

But in the end she did not refuse her boyfriend's request and put on her own iconic magic robe...

The outer robe was a little wide, almost completely covering Emma's upper body curve, revealing only two round thighs, bright and slim forearms.

But...the uniform, the vacuum, is enough for Longshute.

"Ah! I didn't expect that you, a serious guy... are actually a pervert who likes uniforms!"

Emma couldn't help laughing as she looked at her boyfriend's body that had obviously changed drastically.

Her smile not only trembled and her hair shook slightly, but also made the magic robe press tightly against the body without external objects. Looking at this curved body, the flame in Long Shute's heart soared three feet out of thin air.

So he rushed forward viciously:
Chapter completed!