mousepad-d2 Chapter 48 Copying Some CP?
Chapter 48 Copying Some CP?
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Li Jinggang took the dry towel handed to him by assistant coach Burgos.
Simone strode over.
The old man had no intention of maintaining any commander's authority; he simply spread his legs wide from a distance.
The moment Li Jing approached, Simone's right shoulder suddenly sank down.
"Bang!"
A dull thud of muscles colliding rang out.
Simone slammed his shoulder into Li Jing's in a very violent manner.
"That was fucking perfect, kid!"
Simone lowered his voice, but his raised eyebrows couldn't hide his smile.
He extended a finger and poked Li Jing's chest with tremendous force, speaking rapidly.
"Go back and wipe your sweat off! When the whistle blows, come straight to the press conference with me."
Simone grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.
"Sit on the bench and think carefully about how you're going to speak later."
"Remember, I want those outrageous statements that will blow up the entire La Liga, understand?"
After listening, Li Jing's lips curled up slightly. He casually draped the towel around his neck, said nothing, and simply made an "OK" gesture.
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Li Jing slumped heavily onto the soft chair on the substitutes' bench, panting heavily.
He simply lifted his soaking wet jersey, which was stuck to his body, and haphazardly hung it around his neck, revealing his well-defined abs.
My mind started racing, trying to come up with something truly shocking at the press conference.
Just as he had come up with half a line that would make all the journalists in Spain jump in anger.
"oh--!"
A huge gasp suddenly erupted from the stadium.
Li Jing looked up.
Kirk, who had just come on the field and was full of energy, received a back pass from Gabe in midfield.
It's like the kid tripped over garlic.
I don't know if it's because I'm nervous.
The ball stopped abruptly and landed more than three meters away.
The ball wobbled and rolled out of bounds.
Li Jing's previously smooth train of thought was instantly disrupted.
His eye twitched violently as he looked at Kirk, who was scratching his head and looking embarrassed on the court, and couldn't help but curse.
"That kid... his kicks are absolutely awful."
Li Jing rubbed his temples, his face full of disgust.
Some unpleasant memories flooded his mind, making him reminisce about his old friends and teammates from the East.
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Time slowly moved into the 85th minute of the second half.
The noise at the Anoeta Stadium did not subside as the game neared its end.
Li Jing has almost recovered.
"Li Jing!"
The voice was clear and crisp, completely lacking the muffled nasal tone typical of local fans.
Li Jing turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
A somewhat unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the VIP passage outside the barbed wire fence.
It's Yang Fengying!
Li Jing glanced at the woman and couldn't help but catch his breath.
This woman isn't wearing a stiff business suit today.
She was wearing a strikingly bright red Atlético Madrid home jersey.
Because her impressive curves were so exaggerated, the originally loose men's jersey was stretched to an extreme degree of deformation by her chest.
The sponsor logo, which should have been smoothly printed on the chest, was stretched into an exaggerated 3D arc by the pair of large fruits.
The letters that were originally straight now all have their own "fluctuation logic".
She attracted a lot of attention, and many eyes turned to her.
Such a figure is rare even in Europe and America.
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Yang Fengying held onto the barbed wire with her two fair hands, her long hair hanging down her shoulders.
Her fiery and powerful aura immediately attracted a lot of attention on the edge of the testosterone-filled football field.
The assistant coaches around them, who were looking down at their watches, stared intently at the other side of the barbed wire fence.
Gabi, sitting next to Li Jing, even forgot that he had just been marveling at the game.
He went berserk and stabbed Li Jing's ribs repeatedly with his elbow.
"Looking for you?"
"Hurry, hurry!"
Li Jing pondered for a moment, then got up and went over.
Then, Li Jing stood up, shirtless, and strode towards the barbed wire fence.
The photographers on the sidelines, who had been watching the stoppage time closely, were now as alert as sharks that had caught a whiff of blood.
They even abandoned the ball on the field, turning their cameras and microphones in unison.
The camera was fixed on the stunning Eastern beauty who wore the Atlético Madrid jersey with a visually striking, nuclear-level effect.
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Edge of the barbed wire fence.
Li Jing stopped and stood there shirtless, sweat dripping down his clearly defined muscles.
Outside the net, Yang Fengying's pretty face, with its distinctly oriental charm, came closer.
Yang Fengying's opening remarks were equally explosive.
"Are you trying to create a romantic pairing?"
Li Jing's brain froze for a full second.
My gaze involuntarily drifted down half an inch, freezing for half a second on the exaggerated 3D curve of the bright red jersey.
The Mariana Trench line down the middle of this shirt is so thick it practically rips the sponsor logo off the front!
Li Jing was bewildered by these outrageous words.
Then, subconsciously, he looked around.
I sighed inwardly: OMG, she's a real enchantress.
No wonder some people don't like playing football!
After winning just two big wins, he's already getting women of this caliber throwing themselves at him?
Li Jing silently admired Cristiano Ronaldo once again.
Similarly, one must maintain their economic status even when living in the depths of despair.
It really wasn't easy.
But next second.
Li Jing had a radar in his mind to guard against gossip.
Suddenly I became very perceptive.
This is Europe, after all. The paparazzi on Fleet Street are constantly watching every move on the sidelines with their high-definition telephoto lenses. Get a little closer.
Marca's front page is always filled with these erotic little essays that are tens of thousands of words long.
"????"
"With you?"
He obediently took half a step back, creating an absolutely safe social distance.
He then grabbed the half-wet jersey draped around his neck, shook it a couple of times, and pulled it over his head.
In just a few moves, he completely covered up his imposing upper body.
"No, no, no!"
Li Jing turned his face away, decisively shifting his gaze away from that abyss!
His usual aloof expression reappeared.
He wore an arrogant expression that showed disdain for succubi.
He absolutely cannot let his football career deteriorate like this!
Yang Fengying's forced mature and sophisticated aura crumbled instantly under Li Jing's relentless defensive maneuvers.
Two very noticeable blushes suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks.
"rogue!"
She bit her rosy lips and muttered a curse under her breath.
Immediately afterwards, she took a deep breath and suppressed her embarrassment and anger.
Her expression immediately returned to an extremely capable professional demeanor.
"What are you thinking!"
"I am currently in business operations for the China region!"
Yang Fengying pulled a business card from the bottom of the folder in her hand.
"Atletico Madrid has now handed over this business entirely to me, and we will be dealing with each other a lot in the future."
After listening, Li Jing finally understood the woman's intentions completely.
Yang Fengying puffed out her ample bosom and said in a very proud tone:
"I'm not going to copy your pairing!"
"I mean, I'll help you with marketing. If you want to break into the mainstream, having some carefully crafted gossip is essential."
"Let me ask you what you mean."
Li Jing understood.
He nodded very readily:
"Can.
For this kind of thing, you should contact my agent, Mr. Raiola; he's in charge of all my business interests.
Then, Li Jing handed over Raiola's phone.
Yang Fengying quickly took out her phone from her pocket and wrote down the phone number of the infamous vampire agent.
Her fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, then she looked up, her big eyes blinking.
"And what about you? In terms of business collaborations?"
Do you have any dietary restrictions?
"...Um, I mean preferences?"
Li Jingdao:
"Everything for the team."
"If it's reasonable, even Liu Yifei, Fan Bingbing, Kaley Cuoco, Bae Suzy, Ayase Haruka, etc..."
"I'm also willing to sacrifice myself for Atlético Madrid."
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After saying that, Li Jing didn't give Yang Fengying a chance to complain.
He turned around without even looking back and strode towards the sidelines.
Yang Fengying held the phone number and stepped directly into her high heels.
With her incredibly alluring hourglass figure swaying, she strode confidently toward the depths of the VIP passage.
As Li Jing walked, he also took the opportunity to think about the specific details.
"Judging from this woman's expression? No matter how you look at it, it's as if she's brewing some extremely dangerous and wicked idea."
However, Yang Fengying was only greedy for money.
He's not inherently bad, which is something he shares with Raiola.
Thinking of Raiola.
He knew Raiola's character all too well.
If these two were to collide, who knows how much noise they would cause.
In a sense, these two are also considered to be from humble backgrounds.
Before Li Jing could think it through...
On the field, the referee looked at his watch and put his whistle in his mouth.
With his cheeks puffed out, he blew hard to signal the end of the match.
"Beep—beep—beep!"
Three extremely rapid and loud whistles pierced the night sky above the Anoeta Stadium.
The match has officially ended!
On the large screen hanging in mid-air, those glaring red numbers were forever frozen at the humiliating 1:5 score for the home team!
The tens of thousands of Basque fans inside the stadium fell silent, heads bowed, and hurriedly left the stadium.
Only the highest area of the stadium.
The three thousand Atlético Madrid expeditionary soldiers, who had taken off their shirts, hugged each other and pounded their chests like madmen.
The Atlético Madrid anthem was playing with extreme fervor, echoing wildly through the Anoeta Stadium!
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Atletico Madrid dressing room.
The door was slammed open by Miranda, the last person to enter.
Within the space of several dozen square meters, an extremely terrifying howl immediately erupted!
Some people were smashing the metal cabinet with sneakers, while others were throwing towels from the ice buckets onto the ceiling.
"This is fucking awesome, guys!"
Just as Captain Gabi had pulled off his armband and was about to tell everyone to take a shower...
Simone strode in like a mafia boss, hands in his black trouser pockets.
The noise in the locker room stopped for half a second.
Without saying a word, the old man turned around and pulled something out of the tactical backpack carried by assistant coach Burgos in an incredibly unbelievable way!
A large bottle of champagne, still emitting white, cool air!
The entire locker room was completely stunned.
Simeone, who is known for his strictness and even tactical fastidiousness, doesn't even allow his players to have a sip of Coke.
They actually hid a huge bottle of champagne in the away game's locker room today!
"I'm not drinking that damn bitter mate tea today!"
Simone raised the champagne bottle high, pressed his thumb against the edge of the cork, and pushed it upwards with extreme force.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, liquid sprayed out wildly, accompanied by white steam!
Large plumes of white foam sprayed directly onto the yellowish ceiling of the locker room, then fell like rain onto the players' heads.
"We're making an exception today!"
Simone roared in a hoarse voice, "Everyone the hell needs to come up here and give me a sip!"
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the locker room instantly ignited to an extremely out-of-control level!
Falcao and Costa, those two South American beasts, howled and pounced on the large wine bottle in Simone's hand without even taking off their clothes.
A group of men were scrambling around in the locker room, jostling to gulp down the icy-cold alcohol.
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After half an hour.
The post-match press conference is about to begin.
Li Jing had just finished showering, with a white towel wrapped around his lower body, and was leaning against the metal cabinet.
He looked at the old man sitting in the chair, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol, and his brows furrowed tightly.
"Are you sure you can face those vulture-like reporters in the lobby looking like this?"
Li Jing pointed to the champagne stain on the old man's collar that hadn't completely dried.
"How about I go with you? After all, you gave me some explosive lines to prepare before the match. I have plenty of words in my head right now."
Simone suddenly raised his head, his eyes red.
He slammed the empty champagne bottle next to him heavily onto the table.
He waved his large hand domineeringly in mid-air, his pupils revealing extreme excitement and stubbornness.
"No need! You just stay here and take a proper shower! Dry your hair!"
Simone had been drinking and changed his mind at the last minute.
"I'm going alone this time!"
The old man stood up, too lazy to even button his suit jacket.
This old guy is currently harboring a raging fire in his belly that could burn through the entire La Liga, and he doesn't want to use anyone else's mouth.
He's going to personally blow up those Spanish media outlets!
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at the same time.
Press conference hall.
Hundreds of writers from major La Liga newspapers and columnists from sports channels had already packed the hall to capacity.
The cameras, long lenses and short lenses, were fixed on the main seat on the stage.
Real Sociedad manager Philippe was the first to walk onto the stage, pull out a chair, and sit in front of the microphone.
Faced with a barrage of flashing lights from the audience, the middle-aged man surprisingly neither shirked responsibility nor flew into a rage.
He rested his hands on the table, his eyes still red.
"This is a disaster."
Philip's voice was extremely calm, carrying throughout the hall through the microphone.
"But it has nothing to do with the players who fought hard on the field. I take full responsibility for the loss."
The reporters in the audience persisted, and someone immediately raised their hand to ask a tricky question.
"Coach Philippe! Why was the team completely outmaneuvered by Atletico Madrid's tactics at home? Didn't you have any specific strategies in place before the match?!"
Faced with this sharp questioning.
Philip shook his head wearily.
He looked at the group of reporters holding recording pens and left behind a remark that left everyone completely baffled.
"Now you may feel this is a huge disgrace..."
Philip's voice sounded a little unsteady.
"But perhaps, after some time, when you look back at this 1-5 match, you won't have such a big reaction anymore."
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