Chapter 43

"FUCK! How do you know?" Zhang Dongcheng rolled his eyes and kicked him angrily.

   "A fool can see that the two of them are interested in you!"

   "Not so much."

   "Why not? I knew that when the two of them ran to the airport to see you off."

   "SHIT, you bastard, this is not the time to discuss this, tell me what should I do?"

   "If it were me... I would be like this!"

  Adaman rolled his eyes, smiled obscenely, and whispered in Zhang Dongcheng's ear.

   "Uh, this idea seems a little unreliable."

   "Who said that? Absolutely no problem, go ahead and wish you success!"

Highbury Stadium is located in London, England. Stadium capacity: 38,500. Stadium size: 110yd×73yd. The fate of the shell blown up. He then became the center point of the area. In 1995, it was still one of the hottest stadiums in England.

  Arsenal was not lucky this year, and missed the championship early, but the battle with the century-old enemy Manchester United still attracted many die-hard fans.

  There was a crowd of people. Countless Arsenal fans wore uniforms, happily waved flags, painted all kinds of paint on their faces, and rushed into the stadium shouting and cheering for Arsenal.

It was 6:50, at Gate 9 of Highbury Stadium, Zhang Dongcheng was easily spotted standing under the streetlight, tall and slender, with his head simply crossed, wearing a red jersey, which is worn most by Arsenal fans , and under the jersey is a pair of extremely slim jeans with extremely long legs.

  The girl in front of her is delicate and charming, having the best time of a 20-year-old girl, warm and generous, cheerful and lively, even if she just stands there quietly, she is extremely eye-catching.

  The fans passed by her, secretly turned their heads to look at the unique her, and then their arms were severely twisted by their angry girlfriend, and then they reluctantly looked away.

   "Hey, Victoria, have you been waiting for a long time?" Zhang Dongcheng trotted to Victoria and asked.

  Victoria looked at Zhang Dongcheng in front of her, and her eyes could not help but light up.

Zhang Dongcheng was wearing a classic slim black round neck short-sleeved knitted T-shirt, paired with a light yellow belt, a pair of starched white jeans, and a pair of red sneakers on his feet. Full of sunshine and youth, full of dynamic feeling.

  Who is Victoria? That is the fashion guru in the future, the leader and idol of fashion trends. In the original time and space, he turned the sunny boy Beckham into a high-quality sportsman who swept the world. Her vision is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

   In order not to make a fool of himself in front of future fashionistas, Zhang Dongcheng searched for a long time before he found this outfit that was stolen from a fashion magazine in later generations. Unexpectedly, it really impressed Victoria.

   "Oh, God, I didn't expect you to wear clothes. You are quite philosophical." Victoria turned around in front of Zhang Dongcheng twice, rolled her eyes, and nodded in satisfaction.

   "Hey, isn't this to set off the hipster you are. I don't want people to say, oh, God, look, that beauty is accompanied by a bumpkin." Zhang Dongcheng said with a funny smile.

   "Haha, you don't have to worry now, but I didn't dare to call you a bumpkin!" Victoria was so amused by Zhang Dongcheng's grimace that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

  Looking at his watch, Zhang Dongcheng hurriedly took Victoria's hand, and ran quickly to the field, shouting: "Hurry up, I don't want to miss the game, time is running out."

   Yes, time is running out, and there is a beautiful woman waiting at the other door No. 4!

  As soon as they entered the stadium, the sky-shattering singing resounded through the sky. It was the fans singing Arsenal's war song and challenging the visiting team Manchester United.

  Finding a seat, Zhang Dongcheng and Victoria sat down excitedly, waving the small flags in their hands, and singing with the people next to them.

  The game is about to begin.

   "Arsenal, Arsenal!" Victoria screamed excitedly, and the small flag in her hand fluttered in the wind, while Zhang Dongcheng looked at the Manchester United players who appeared on the field, secretly rejoicing.

  HOHO~ Fortunately, there is no Beckham in Manchester United now, and Victoria will not fall in love with him all at once!

  Hey, why should I think so? Could it be that I really like her a little bit?

   Zhang Dongcheng took a peek and didn't notice himself. He only cared about Victoria, who was screaming crazily, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

  Looking at his watch, it was already three minutes past seven, Zhang Dongcheng stood up quickly: "Oh, my stomach hurts, I have to go to the bathroom."

   "What's the matter, did you eat something bad?" Victoria asked nervously.

"Uh, it seems so, I'll be right back, you wait for me here, don't go away, there are so many people here, I don't know where to find you after you leave." Zhang Dongcheng finished speaking in a hurry, before Victoria Agreeing, he ran out in a hurry.

  Running and jumping until he was out of breath and his brow was covered with sweat, then he ran to Gate No. 4 and found Halliwell who was waiting impatiently and was venting his anger with a pebble under his feet.

"Great, you're finally here! I was afraid you'd let me watch the game alone." Halliwell's blond hair was fluttering in the night wind, and seeing Zhang Dongcheng running crazily, he finally closed his eyes. He took a small temper and returned to his calm appearance.

   "How could it be? Since we promised, we must do it! Let's, let's go in." Panting, Zhang Dongcheng said intermittently.

  Halliwell didn't object, and rarely complained about Zhang Dongcheng's lateness. Instead, he took Zhang Dongcheng's arm and walked towards the court.

  …

   Zhang Dongcheng's nose wafted the smell of the girl's well-groomed perfume, and felt the feeling of his arms rubbing against the firm and towering beauty, and he became distracted for a while.

  The British girl's warm heart and bold performance made Zhang Dongcheng feel overwhelmed in an instant.

  Find a seat and sit down. The game has already started. A large group of people are scrambling around on the field. Halliwell, who is obviously blind, can't understand the loud shouts.

   "Oh, my God, the football field is really noisy, which is Arsenal? I can't even see clearly." Halliwell held Zhang Dongcheng's hand tightly, as if afraid that he would run away suddenly.

"Uh, the one with the red shirt is Arsenal, and the other team is Manchester United. The fans are singing Arsenal's team anthem. They are cheering for the home team." Zhang Dongcheng listened to Halliwell's words, He said very nonchalantly, and then secretly raised his hand, but he couldn't move it away no matter what.

  Because of the twitching, she was in more unscrupulous contact with the towering firmness, that feeling, hey, as if she wasn't wearing...

  However, it feels big and feels good in the hand.

   Zhang Dongcheng looked at the ball with his eyes, but his heart didn't know where it flew.

  Under Zhang Dongcheng's explanations, Halliwell finally understood a little bit. On the field, the Arsenal team made a fierce attack and kicked the goal, which shocked the fans in the audience. Unfortunately, they didn't score.

   Zhang Dongcheng stood up with his arms raised, but sat down speechlessly. He lowered his foot a little, and it was a world wave!

Looking at his watch, twenty minutes have passed. It is estimated that Victoria over there must be waiting impatiently. Taking advantage of Halliwell's inattention, Zhang Dongcheng suddenly pulled out his arms, held his stomach and said, "Oh, my stomach hurts." , I'm going to the bathroom."

   "Ah, let me go with you." Halliwell said with concern.

"No, uh...I mean the smell there is not very good. There are tens of thousands of people inside...haha! I'll be back soon, don't walk around, or I won't be able to find you." Zhang Dongcheng finished in one breath, even Jumping and jumping out, I was afraid that Halliwell would follow.

   "Oh, **** it, why did I listen to that unreliable idea from Adaman?" Zhang Dongcheng galloped across the court, heading straight for Victoria's area.

  Maybe, I really want to step on two boats with one foot, right? Zhang Dongcheng asked himself, but he didn't dare to answer, he just quickened his pace.

There is a distance of more than 300 meters between area 9 and area 4. The poor and happy Zhang Dongcheng ran seven or eight times in this game before he fooled the two girls. Khan, he decided not to listen to Adaman's old man's advice again, this is going to break his leg!