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    Feining's face froze there. After a while, he immediately walked to Gao Meng's side with a playful smile, put his arm around Gao Meng's shoulders and said:

    "Gao Meng, Meyer is right, he is a commander and the brains of the entire team. As forwards, we are just two knives in the hands of his entire commander. Gao Meng, you have to know that the entire team  There will only be one brain and one commander. Do you want to compete with Meier, a big brain, for power?"[]

    Gao Meng's eyes immediately revealed a look of fear, and he said cautiously: "How dare I? Our team has always had only one big head, now and in the future!"

    Meyer turned his face at that time, clamped Gao Meng's neck with his arms and cursed: "Who is the big head? It's the brain, not the big head! You two are vulgar Rufus, do you understand?"

    Gao Meng shouted to Feining: "Feining, there is something wrong with the team's brain. He is killing the team. Let's stop him quickly."

    "Yes! The brain is mentally ill, hahaha"

    Feining rushed up and pushed Meier to the ground together with Gao Meng.  Feining patted Meier on the head, turned to Gao Meng and said seriously:

    "Gao Meng, I think the brain disease is serious. Should we cut open his head and perform an operation?" As he spoke, he raised his palm like a knife and made gestures on Meier's head.

    Gao Meng suppressed a smile and said, "I don't think there's any need. He's only suffering from a temporary illness. He just needs to sleep for a while and he'll be fine."

    "But what should I do if he doesn't sleep?" Feining looked worried.

    "It doesn't matter, it's very simple. Just knock him unconscious."

    As Gao Meng spoke, he raised his fist and shook it in front of Meier's eyes, and said in a dark voice: "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

    "Pfft~~, hahaha" Feining couldn't help laughing anymore and burst into laughter.

    Meyer looked at Gao Meng and Feining speechlessly, waiting for them to torment him enough, and then said to Gao Meng with a grimace:

    "Gao Meng, what do you think of my proposal?"

    Gao Meng frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and then said: "Meier, the next game is a tough battle. Dortmund is not a soft persimmon. Only by using all our strength can we have a chance to defeat them. It is better to wait until Dortmund  , let¡¯s talk about it after these three games between Leverkusen and Bayern Munich!¡±

    Meyer said with a grimace: "I also want to experience my addiction as a striker in these three tough battles!"

    Gao Meng patted Meier on the shoulder, sat down on the grass, and said, "It's useless if I agree. Will Amin agree?"

    Meier shook his head and said: "I haven't talked to him, and I guess he won't agree. That's why I came to you first. As long as you agree, we will go to the boss together, and you can say that you want it too."  Give it a try and play midfield, maybe he will agree."

    Gao Meng jumped up from the ground with a "pop" sound, and while thinking about walking away, he said loudly:

    "This matter has nothing to do with me, you can talk to your boss yourself."

    After the training, Gao Meng looked at Meier's sad eyes, trembled all over, and quickly left the club.  He drove back to his apartment and parked the car. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw several people walking towards him.

    Gao Meng immediately felt that these people were here to find him. Each of them had a tough temperament, and their eyes released a vague murderous aura.

    Gao Meng immediately became alert and stood on guard, waiting for a few people to approach.  Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in his field of vision, and he instantly recognized that person as the Chinese he had rescued from the hands of several Germans.  His eyes quickly fell on a young man walking in the middle.  On the surface, that young man was not as tough as the others around him, but his restrained murderous aura made Gao Meng feel a little thicker than the others.

    Several people walked up to Gao Meng. The man who had been rescued by Gao Meng smiled at Gao Meng and said:

    "Gao Meng, this is our young master. Young master, this is Gao Meng who saved me."

    The young master in the middle stretched out his hand towards Gao Meng and said with a smile: "Gao Meng, I know you and have seen you play football. My name is Hong Shaobao."

    Gao Meng stretched out his hand and shook Hong Shaobao's hand, thinking to himself: "Braised buns? What a weird name!"

    However, he still said very politely: "Master Hong, nice to meet you."

    At this time, Gao Meng has changed out of his training clothes and is wearing all brand-name clothes. The most important thing is that he has not forgotten some of the etiquette he trained in order to attend Juliet's royal banquet a few days ago, and becauseThe time in the past is very short, and it comes naturally as soon as you come into contact with strangers.

    There was a slight movement in Hong Shaobao's expression across from him, but he still slowly tightened his grip on Gao Meng's hand.  Gao Meng smiled faintly, knowing that the other party was testing him.  See if you have the strength of the person who saved him from several Germans.

    However, Gao Meng doesn¡¯t care if the other person is there to hold him, but it¡¯s not his character to only be attacked without fighting back.  Therefore, Gao Meng suddenly exerted force in his hand, and heard a "quacking" sound in his ears. Hong Shaobao's face immediately turned red, showing a trace of pain.

    Gao Meng calmly let go of his hand, walked towards his apartment, and said softly:

    "I don't want to have anything to do with you. I only came to rescue him when I saw he was Chinese. You can go back."

    Hong Shaobao looked at Gao Meng's leaving figure and hurriedly took two steps forward and shouted: "Gao Meng, is it okay if I treat you to a meal as a Chinese today?"

    Gao Meng¡¯s figure paused for a moment, and when he was hesitating to refuse, Hong Shaobao had already walked up, put his arm around Gao Meng¡¯s shoulders familiarly and said:

    "Let's go, let's find a place to have a meal and have a good chat. To be honest, you play really well. It really makes us Chinese people proud. I am your fan."

    Gao Meng smiled helplessly. In this case, if he refused again, it would be enmity.  Therefore, Gao Meng nodded happily, followed Hong Shaobao into his car, and drove towards the bustling area.

    When I came to a restaurant, I saw that it was the kind of restaurant that people who were either rich or expensive could not enter.  Hong Shaobao asked for a private room. Hong Shaobao went in first, followed by Gao Meng, but found that the remaining people did not come in, but stayed outside.

    Gao Meng looked back blankly. Hong Shaobao saw Gao Meng's expression and said with a smile:

    "Mr. Gao, don't worry about them, let's sit down."
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