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Chapter 103 I'm Back

Chapter 103 I'm back (second update)

It's a long way to go. In a word, Zhang Yang's wild path cannot get a labor certificate to play football for the Premier League team.

Therefore, Arsenal's interest in introducing Zhang Yang immediately reduced a lot.

However, Wenger was a little unwilling to accept it. He watched Zhang Yang's game video carefully. Any head coach would not be moved by a scorer who scored 13 goals in seven Ligue 1 games.

Such a player is just a little famous now, and it should not be a big problem to win. As long as you train carefully, if you don’t get it well in time, you will be a world-class star. It is the kind of popular stock.

Fernandez has a good vision, and Wenger's vision is not bad either.

"We may try to buy this Chinese player first and then loan it to another league." Wenger said to himself, but he shook his head as soon as he said this. This plan is not advisable. The Marseille team seems to be unwilling to sell the player, and the players themselves will not be willing to take such risks. If it is said that playing football on behalf of Arsenal's first team is tempting, even if it is a substitute, it is tempting, but after joining Arsenal and being loaned to a strange team, the players will definitely not agree, because it is better to stay in Marseille.

But no matter what, I still have to try it. Wenger has a natural preference for the little demon, and Zhang Yang is obviously a little demon now. He scored thirteen goals in seven Ligue 1 games. What is he not the little demon?

"It is said that this player does not have an agent yet, so we can try to contact the players. I believe no one will refuse to play for Arsenal," said assistant coach Pat Rice.

Wenger nodded, as if he had agreed to this behavior. Although FIFA explicitly prohibited contact with players in private, few people actually abide by this rule, and no one even followed this rule at all.

However, given the problem of labor certificates and the concerns about Zhang Yang's single characteristics and lack of experience, Arsenal also focused on Adebayo's transfer. If Adebayo can join, then Zhang Yang's chances of joining will be even smaller.

But, before the winter transfer market ends, who knows what will happen.

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Sitting on the train and looking at the aunt opposite Zhang Yang was a little lost. He remembered the little beauty named Xia Yu he met on the way he came.

How does a person's fortune change so quickly? When he came, a beautiful little beauty sitting opposite him, and now a aunt with a tiger back and a bear waist is sitting opposite him. Please forgive me for being rude, but I can only describe this aunt with a "tiger back and a bear waist".

Although it is a "tiger back and bear waist", the aunt dresses up in a trend, and it is obvious that they are the ones who got rich first.

The aunt was a little embarrassed by Zhang Yang's sight. When she heard Zhang Yang's sigh, she blushed. She blushed, and Zhang Yang blushed even more.

When getting off the train, Zhang Yang felt that his clothes were being pulled. Looking back, he saw the aunt squeezing at him, but there was a note in his palm.

Zhang Yang was a little puzzled. He turned around and found a corner. He opened it and saw an address on it. It seemed to be the address of the hotel. There was also a saying, "We are destined to be passers-by. After tonight, please forget me. If you are destined to be a future...'.

Zhang Yang was sweating profusely.

I ran away with my suitcase just like running away. While running, I thought, this aunt is quite a literary girl, and I want to vomit.

The aunt who had been following behind and following the situation was stunned. Could it be that she was too direct and the young man was thin-skinned? What a pity that a boy was a boy.

When he arrived at Pudong Airport, Zhang Yang was relieved until he boarded the plane and took off. He was really afraid that he would be pulled out by a few strong women and violently.

After taking off, he leaned on the seat and laughed. Is this TMD considered an adventure? Is it a love luck?

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Marseille, Marseille youth team's apartment.

"Luis, what do you think Zhang Yang is doing now?" Yaxioi yawned boredly and looked at the big black man in disappointment.

"Listen, Yashioy, I don't have time to talk to you now, I'm reading!" Louis looked at the book seriously with a pair of big black-framed glasses.

"After Louis, do you really want to go to college? You are not that material. I think people will not be wrong. You should play football with peace of mind."

Yaxioi really couldn't stand the appearance of Louis. He was originally an illiterate person and pretended to be a civilized person. He also wanted to take the college entrance examination.

"We in the Louis family have never had a cultural person. When my grandfather passed away, his glasses were not closed. I can't let him down." Louis said seriously.

"It's really admirable. Then you might as well stop playing football and concentrate on studying." Yashioi yawned. Christmas has passed, and the two returned to the team early. To be precise, Yashioi returned to the team early because Luis has been staying in Marseille and has not returned home. He is trying to save money. The biggest change after Christmas is that Yashioi moved out of his home in Marseille and moved into the players' apartment. This is a very gratifying change in the eyes of Marseille youth coach Pierre. This is now beginning to slowly integrate into the team.

"No, I like playing football, this is my dream." Louis pushed his glasses and spread his hands helplessly, "But being a cultural person is my grandfather's dream, this is the contradiction."

Yashioi was stunned. He didn't expect that this big black man could still say such philosophical words. Contradiction theory?

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"So, your Louis family is really going to have a cultural person!" Yashioy said looking at the ceiling.

"Of course! I promise!" Louis said firmly.

"Okay." Yashioy turned his head and looked over and smiled. His stomach hurt so much that he almost rolled off the sofa.

"Don't you think it's rude to laugh at a scholar?" Louis was very angry.

"Haha, that, what I want to say is that your book is overturned." Yashioy said with a laugh.

Louis's face immediately turned black as if it was black charcoal. He yelled embarrassedly, scratched his head and said, "I'm talking, why can't I understand a word."

Yashioy smiled even more violently, rolling around on the ground.

"Boy, don't laugh."

"Ha ha."

"I said, don't laugh."

"Ha ha."

"Shut up, you have defiled my ideal."

"Ideal...haha, I'm so laughing."

"Ah, I'll fight you." Louis threw the book in his hand into the sky and rushed to Yashioy who was lying on the floor and laughing. I'm afraid he had wanted to throw away the damn book.

"You really come? Ah, I've fought with you."

"Don't touch me."

"Ah, it hurts, be gentle."

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At this time, the door of the empty room was kicked open, and Zhang Yang, who was pulling the suitcase and carrying a large and small bag in his hand, stood at the door, "Louis, I'm back."

His face instantly condensed, and Louis was pressing against Yashioi, and the two of them looked at the person who came in horror.

"I'm sorry, I've walked through the wrong door. You guys continue." Zhang Yang waved his hand to apologize, looking embarrassed.

“Merry Christmas, Zhang.”

"Merry Christmas, Zhang." Louis and Yashioy said in unison. Then the two guys looked at each other, realized the embarrassment of the posture, and jumped up with a strange scream.

"Damn it, don't touch me!"

"Damn it, don't touch me."

Zhang Yang sighed. What he was most annoyed now was that he did not take a camera, and at least this photo could be replaced with a meal for a week. This was a big profit for the stingy Zhang Yang.

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When Zhang Yang returned to Marseille, there was another person thinking about him, missing him very much.

"That damn bastard, he actually dares to take advantage of me! This hooligan, this hooligan! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!!"

In a villa in downtown Paris, the beautiful girl Melissa Terrio, who once appeared at the Christmas dinner of the Marseille team and was crying by the angrily anger, was pounding her pillow. It can be seen that the resentment is terrible.

Melissa Terrio was wearing a milky white pajamas, with dark brown hair scattered, and her very elegant face became more sexy.

She stood up, jumped under the bed, waved her fists in a demonstration towards a poster on the wall. It was a poster of the Marseille No. 27 player. Now, Zhang Yang's jerseys and posters are one of the best sales of the Marseille team.

It seemed that his actions were not very threatening. Melissa Terrio sighed, put himself down on the bed, turned over and threw himself on the bed, his two smooth little feet raised high, and his toes were scattered rhythmically. His little hands held his chin, feeling a little lost.

It seemed that I felt uncomfortable in this position again, so I turned over and leaned on the bed, took the pillow I had just vented, and hammered it over with fierceness.

"Bastard! Beat you to death! Beat you to death!"

The most beautiful anchor in France beat the pillow and vented enough. She snorted her cute nose, but didn't know what she thought of. The beautiful girl blushed and she hit her little head hard on the pillow.

He turned on the TV, but it happened to be om TV. He was playing some exciting highlights from the first half of the 2005/2006 season of the Ligue 1 League. It happened to be playing Zhang Yang's 12-second goal in the game against Monaco. This is the fastest goal record of Ligue 1 this season and the second-small goal in Ligue 1 history.

"Zhang Yang, he is the new discovery of Marseille in the first half of the season. This young man who did not spend a penny on Marseille was the biggest contributor to Marseille's start to bottom out and rebound when the season started unfavorable..." On TV, the commentator of om TV was giving Zhang Yang a great praise. om TV said that it was the official TV station of Marseille Club, and of course he would highly praise the team's popular shooters.

"Bastard." Mei Niu turned off the TV and irritated the quilt.

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Chapter completed!
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