"Hey,"

"Who is that?"

“Isn’t this car the latest Volkswagen W12?”

Deisler's eyes were staring at the yellow convertible, forgetting that the two skewers of barbecue in his hand were almost stuck to the charcoal.

Barack narrowed his eyes and looked at it.

"It should be Zheng,"

"This guy said he's driving here today."

"Ah, he is so rich that he can afford w12. I think I have to save for a year to afford it." Desler looked miserable. He was the most outstanding young player in German football. But if he wanted to buy a sports car, he would not dare to think about it now. Unless the club immediately paid him a salary, he would not dare to play like this.

"Is it..." Barack licked his tongue, then took a bite of the meat skewers.

"So we have to transfer, go to big clubs, get a salary, buy sports cars."

While chatting, Zheng Zhi and Kloze had already put the car off, walked out of the car, and walked towards them.

"Who is that guy next to me?"

“Don’t know.”

Speaking of Klose, no one knew each other. Barack also took the initiative to go forward to greet Zheng Zhi.

"Hey, man,"

The two of them fists right, "I'll introduce it,"

"Sebastian Deisler, my good brother."

"Zheng, I have talked to you many times before, and he also advised you not to rush to come back."

Zheng Zhi smiled and stretched out his right hand, and took the initiative to hold it with Sebastian Deisler. Deisler, who is also only 18 years old, has a beautiful face and a clean and clean spring water, as handsome and elegant as his style of play.

"This is Miloslav Klose. My club teammate and friend."

"Hey," Klose waved his hand, looking quite shy. In front of two top German rookies, he suddenly felt that he was quite humble. His career and life track were different, but Zheng Zhi pulled him into this circle.

"Klose? Oh, I remembered it. I watched your game yesterday. You played in Frankfurt for the first time. Congratulations, for becoming a professional player."

Barack took the initiative to extend his big hand...

In this way, the four of them became familiar with each other.

"Sebastian, didn't your girlfriend say she wanted to bring a few sisters? She won't let our plane go?"

"No, they're on the way."

"Ah, I can't wait." Barack looked up at the sky, "Let's have some beer first."

After saying that, he walked towards the foam box and brought four bottles of beer from it.

"Beer, barbecue, beauty, perfect weekend, just one beach short of..."

He threw a bottle in each direction of Zheng Zhi and Kloze. Kloze opened the beer cover and started to dry out in one gulp.

Drinking beer in the middle of winter and wanting a beach, what kind of thinking is Barack’s mind, and he can’t keep up at all.

"Zheng, is German beer not in your appetite?" Barack frowned.

"No, no, no, beer is good, it's just bad for the body, I rarely drink unless I encounter a pretty celebratory day."

"Then the four of us are here, which is a day worth celebrating?" Desler smiled.

Zheng Zhi was slightly stunned and thought it made sense. It was never imagined that the four of them could stand together here.

"Okay, you're right, then I'll just drink a little, just a bottle?"

“I have to be responsible for my career.”

"Okay, we are not drunk either, but today is indeed a good day. Congratulations to Sebastian on returning to the training ground and wishing injuries to stay away from us forever."

Barak held up the wine bottle.

Only then did Zheng Zhi and Klose realize that life was so special.

Perhaps Klose has a very shallow understanding of Desler, but Zheng Zhi is familiar with Desler.

Desler, who was also born in 1980, is half a year older than Zheng Zhi. He has played as a right-hand forward and midfielder from the youth training camp of the Football Club in Germany. Just this year, Desler was promoted to the first team of Borussia Mönchengladbach to start his career. His outstanding performance in the previous few games immediately attracted the attention of all Germany. He is also known as the future leader of German football and the successor of Mattus...

Well, Mattus has indeed many successors, Schneider, Deisler, and Barack are all.

Originally, Zheng Zhi wanted to ask Schneider to come with him, but Schneider wanted to accompany his girlfriend, so he missed the opportunity to have a new generation of core gathering in Germany...

Unfortunately, Desler retired at the age of 27 because of injuries and depression caused by injuries.

Zheng Zhi looked at the three people in front of him with a complicated look. Desler was the saddest, Barack was the saddest, but Klose, who was late to become a big man, was the most perfect.

If life can be re-written once, I hope everything can be better.

He also raised the bottle of wine in his hand and echoed:

"May the injury stay away from us forever,"

"May we all have a great career!"

"May we all have a great career!"

"cheers,"

"cheers!"

...

Soon, a group of beauties came over. The cold weather didn't seem to feel cold. They were all wearing tight jeans and dressed up in a colorful manner. They twisted their waists and walked towards this side. But their eyes were soon attracted by the w12 parked beside them, and they all watched.

Barak immediately whispered.

"Oh, Buy,"

"Look,"

"Men need sports cars,"

"Looking at their eyes, they are hotter than the sun in the sky. I bet that if I walk by and take a photo of their pig, they will not resist."

"I don't believe it." Desler shook his head, "You will definitely be beaten."

"Sebastian, look at it, I bet with you that I will take pictures of those two blonde girls at the same time, absolutely no problem."

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

"Zheng, give me the car keys, don't miss it, just say that the car belongs to mine."

Zheng Zhi threw the key into his hand.

Barack grabbed it in his hand, then whistled, and walked over with a smile...

The other three were waiting to watch the show to see how Barack was slapped in the face by the two blonde women in a while.

Seeing Barack about to walk behind the two blonde women, Barack stretched out his palms from left to right.

Bang,

Bang,

Almost at the same moment, two big hands slapped them hard. The beauties immediately subconsciously shrank and dodged, and then turned around.

At the same time, Barack was like a magic trick, with a bunch of keys on his left hand.

The three guys behind had already stretched their necks and waited for the following.

"Hey,"

"Beauties,"

"Do you want to try my new car?"

"I can take you for a ride."

ah?

Zheng Zhi and the others were shocked, and the next scene was not the same as they expected.

There was no scolding, and no slap in response...

In front of the tall Barack, the beauties turned into docile little lambs.
Chapter completed!