On Sunday afternoon, Zheng Zhi wanted to visit Yang Chen's house, but as soon as he walked out of the house, he saw a car parked at Yang Chen's door a hundred meters away. A woman walked out of the car. She behaved quite intimately with Yang Chen. She hugged Yang Chen's shoulder and walked into the house with a chatter and laughter.

Zheng Zhi stopped here. He couldn't make a light bulb.

But, why did Mao see this the evening before yesterday?

Every time Brother Yang takes home, it seems that the women he or she is different...

He lived here for two weeks. This was the third woman Yang Chen brought home. One had short hair, one had long hair, and the other had blonde hair, with a rich variety.

In this regard, he admires Yang Chen more...

Wu Di seemed to have gone to do hair in the morning and hadn't come back yet, so he had to go shopping alone.

He subconsciously wanted to take it...

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Unexpectedly, when walking on the streets of Frankfurt, there were fans who knew him. A male fan in his forties took the initiative to say hello to Zheng Zhi.

"Hey, Zheng, I did a pretty job yesterday."

"Hey, hello, thank you."

"It's a pity that you can't play in the next game, otherwise we would have been much easier when we played at home Nuremberg."

Zheng Zhi still knows a little German, so there is no problem saying hello, but he quickly explained in English that he is not good at German.

He didn't understand this sentence.

It was embarrassing, and the fan didn't understand the English he spoke.

Fortunately, another fan came at this time and then helped Zheng Zhi explain.

"Try Nuremberg?"

"Don't worry, without me, the team will win Nuremberg."

Zheng Zhi is still very familiar with the impression of Nuremberg. The relegation opponent that Frankfurt killed was Nuremberg. Nuremberg was ranked 16th in the end, while Frankfurt ranked 15th, just right in relegation.

"They started well, but their strength was limited after all, and we were improving. We now have 5 points."

...

It was just a very ordinary encounter.

With 7 points, Zheng Zhi suddenly realized that it was wrong. He didn’t have to relegate this time. Maybe his grades could be improved. How short-sighted is to be a relegation team!

Afterwards, Zheng Zhi walked into a supermarket and purchased some daily necessities. There was no competition in the next two weeks, and only training was left. The next ten days will be international competition days, and the team will not have competitions, even if

There are not many international players at the Frankfurt Club, so there is no holiday in the past ten days.

The opponent is another relegation competitor like Nuremberg, so Emmantrout must be prepared for a tough battle.

So far, the club's goal is to relegate and there are no other unreasonable thoughts.

But for Emman Trout, the most depressing thing is that Zheng Zhi was suspended from the red card, and he had to use other players in the midfield.

It would be great if Zheng Zhi didn't have that red card, and he would definitely win Nuremberg at home.

But now he can only follow the old path, and he can only choose one from other players to partner with Schneider.

Zheng Zhi cannot enter the main lineup, he can only be a sparring player.

The effect must be different from before. The effect with Zheng Zhi and without Zheng Zhi can be clearly seen. Emmantrout nagged the red card more than once...

Every day, after Zheng Zhizai finished practicing with the team, he ran to the gym alone for an hour to practice. He now wants to grow and become stronger.

He needs strength, and strength that can compete with any Bundesliga player.

Often, the gym staff get off work and Zheng Zhi is still training. Even Zheng Zhi is a little embarrassed, which will affect others' getting off work.

Finally, he discussed with the staff and continued to stay and practice more. He came back to clean and lock the door.

Anyway, his life is not as rich and colorful as Yang Chen, so he can only stay in the gym.

When he got home, Wu Di had already prepared the meal. Sichuan men could cook. The whole room was filled with the fragrance of dishes. Even Yang Chen would come here often to eat free meals, and he would bring different women to him every time.

Zheng Zhi has a lot of appetite and consumes too much energy on the training ground. He urgently needs nutrition. However, Zheng Zhi is very picky and does not eat everything. He also gave Wu Di advice to him strictly follow the nutritional recipes provided by the club and not always make Chinese food.

"It's better for professional players to have fixed nutritional supplies. Now that we are young, we may not be able to see it. When we get older, the gap will come out."

Yang Chen looked at Zheng Zhi in surprise and said, "You guy always speaks in an old and singular manner. He seems to talk to my parents. I really doubt whether you are eighteen years old."

"Why are you so harsh?"

"Even food is not delicious, so what's the point of living?"

Yang Chen felt disapproving of this.

"It is a kind of happiness to be able to eat good food in China abroad, and you can't kill this beauty!"

Regarding food, Yang Chen absolutely supports domestic products.

However, Wu Di did not blindly obey, and he felt that what Zheng Zhi said was more reasonable.

If he came to Europe to gilt, he would not have wade into this muddy water.

The next day, he quickly went to the club's nutritionist as Zheng Zhi said and ordered a recipe for three meals a day.

As a result, the tragedy was so bad that he didn't understand the Western food thing. But he soon hired a nutritionist from the senior talent market to cook for Zheng Zhi.

Since he wanted to do it, he would be the most professional. He put all his treasures on Zheng Zhi.

The salary is not cheap, but Wu Di is willing to spend a lot of money.

As a result, Yang Chen, who came to visit her for dinner that night, became depressed.

He also has a nutritionist, so Old Wu is too serious!

"Old Wu, did you really hire a nutritionist for him?"

"I'm done now, what will I eat?"

"How about this, he will eat his. I will eat with you? You won't eat Western food too?"

Wu Di smiled.

"Of course I have Chinese food."

"But I also asked the nutritionist to make you a Western food. I think Zheng Zhi's words make sense. As professional players, you should follow the rules of sports more strictly, otherwise you may lose your health at the age of 30."

Yang Chen was silent. He understood the truth, but he didn't take it seriously. He felt that as long as he lived a regular life, his health would not be bad.

It was originally like loneliness in Germany. Eating some food from the motherland was a kind of comfort.

But since Wu Di spoke, he didn't say anything more.

Wu Di glanced at him.

"I'll tell you something."

“About Schlapner.”

“Shlapner?”

"It's a bad thing, a little bad."

Yang Chen pricked his ears. He had such a good relationship with Schlapner, what bad things could be done?

Without Schlapner, he wouldn't have come to Frankfurt. No matter how bad things are, they can be bad, as long as they can play football.
Chapter completed!