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Chapter 224 1 Enkun Library

Chapter 224 The Nkunku Family

"Gao, hello, Chris has mentioned you in front of me a long time ago. Probably because he hasn't really had contact with Asians."

Gao Yuyang saw Nkunku's mother reaching out to him, and hurriedly bowed slightly. Now he will never see his arrogance on the court, and his expression is very surprised.

Because Nkunku's mother spoke Chinese!Although not very fluent, with a distinctly European accent.

Gao Yuyang was even more surprised: "Teacher, I didn't expect you to speak Chinese!"

"I used to work in China for two years. So, Gao, let me guess, you must not be a real Japanese." Nkunku's mother pursed her lips slightly, and joked very casually: "But don't pay back now. Don't call me teacher. First of all, you are welcome to come to the house as a guest, and call me Mrs. Nkunku or Laura, Laura Esmeralda."

Gao Yuyang was stunned for a second: "Teacher, are you a gypsy?"

In fact, what he was more curious about was whether Nkunku's father would look like Quasimodo...

Laura Esmeralda smiled even more, and turned her head to stare at Nkunku: "Chris, look at your teammates!"

"Mom, I'm a professional player!" Nkunku seemed very unhappy, and protested to his mother with a bitter face.

"Professional players can't learn, okay? Then why do your teammates know Notre Dame de Paris?"

"It's different, Mom..."

Just as Nkunku was about to speak, his mother glared at him, and the meaning of the eyes told him: In front of outsiders!Is that how you talk to your mother?

Greeting Gao Yuyang to the sofa, Mrs. Laura turned and walked into the kitchen, eager to cook a pure French meal for Gao Yuyang.

Nkunku sat down directly and pulled Gao Yuyang's shoulders, puffing his eyes and asked seriously: "Gao, did you have outstanding grades in school?"

Gao Yuyang smiled and didn't answer. He can guess the situation just now, not to mention that his grades are really not bad, but he is a professional player. Does it matter?

"Ahh! Why do people like you come to play football?!" Nkunku looked hopeless: "Gao, it is almost certain now...you will definitely become my mother's student, and I It will be miserable."

However, Gao Yuyang looked around the house: "Then you are also very good, haha! The best genius of Team B came to your house, why don't you let me see how you cultivated as a genius?"

Nkunku looked unhappy, but still brought Gao Yuyang into his room.

……

Nkunku's room is a football world.

There are various photos on the entire wall. Gao Yuyang can tell at a glance that this is Nkunku's career since he was a child, from immature to young, from young to now.In these photos, there is a fat-faced middle-aged man with slightly bald hair running through the photos of each period.

"As you can see, Gao, this is all about me. You are the first to come to my house and the first to know." Nkunku pointed to the fat-faced man in the photo: "That's my dad, I like him Football is because of him. At that time, my brother and I entered the echelon of Paris at the same time, but now... well, I am the only one who can stay."

Nkunku snorted softly, but Gao Yuyang turned his head and picked up a huge poster he had spread on the bed, a little surprised: "Huh? Christopher, at your age, shouldn't you have an enmity with Zidane?"

The protagonist on the huge poster is Zidane, one of the most legendary midfielders in the history of French football.

Gao Yuyang can think of what Nkunku usually does, what's the matter?Have to pull it every night to give yourself a backrest?

"Hahaha!" Nkunku turned around and smiled: "How can Zidane and I have a grudge? He is the best midfielder in France! My idol! But...Gao, don't you think Is it a pleasure to be under your idol? This is a science, understand? In the future, my goal is to surpass him and lead the French team to win the World Cup! Have you ever felt this way? Gao, yours Who is the idol?"

Gao Yuyang shook his head: "I don't have an idol, what is that? Can it make me stronger?"

This is the truth. Over the years he has been in football, he has tried to learn the stunts of many superstars, trying to learn from the best of all... although most of them have not learned.

But Gao Yuyang really doesn't have the concept of an idol.How many talented teenagers Melo is regarded as an idol in the world now?If the power of idols is really so strong, then the two heavenly kings should have been pulled down from the altar long ago!

Just as the two were talking, there was a knock at the door, and a loud voice yelled.

"Gao, it's my father who is back, come with me quickly, he will welcome you very much."

After listening to his son's introduction, Fagoli Nkunku looked up at Gao Yuyang and frowned slightly: "Asian? How long have you been in Paris?"

Gao Yuyang was stunned for a moment, but he answered honestly, but his first impression was not very good, the bald old man in front of him is quite aggressive!But you still have to sell your teammates a face.

"I know you, the top scorer in the Asian Champions League, but it seems that you can't stay in the first team. Like Chris, you were sent to the B team."

"Hey, Dad!"

Nkunku just wanted to protest, he felt something was wrong with his father today, but before he could speak, Gao Yuyang preempted him: "This is only temporary, I will never play in the B team for the rest of my life, and Christopher is the same, we all It's just as good."

Gao Yuyang's expression remained unchanged.

Fagoli smiled, walked over and stood on tiptoe, with a fat face that almost touched Gao Yuyang's face: "My son is excellent, of course I know. I know you are a striker, and you performed well in the last game, but in The first team, your opponents are completely different, Cavani and Ibrahimovic are real big stars, for you, Paris may be a wrong decision!"

The corners of Gao Yuyang’s mouth curled up slightly. He didn’t care what the other party thought, but since he was talking about football, he was as confident as ever: “I don’t need to judge whether my decision is correct or not. Time will tell. Wait until the day when Paris really creates a big scene.” .”

"Young man, don't talk too much!" A smile appeared on Fagoli's face: "What is a big scene?"

"Paris should win the UEFA Champions League. As the capital of France, it is unreasonable that there is no real giant that dominates European football. Moreover, if I can't even compete with an old man who is at the end of his career, Is there any point in talking about goals?"

At this time, the kitchen door opened, and Laura came out with a plate. Seeing this scene, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Old man! Don't treat the guests like this! Is it an occupational disease again?"

One sentence directly broke the defense, and Fagoli suddenly laughed: "I admire your courage, Paris lacks such strength! Welcome to Fagoli's home, young man!"

Before Gao Yuyang could figure out the situation, Nkunku hurriedly explained to him: "Gao, don't mind, my father is a commentator for France TV, and his professional habits...he just cares too much about Paris."

Gao Yuyang's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart, he is really destined to be with this family.

Just as he was about to serve the table, the door slammed. When Fagoli heard the sound, he immediately put down his knife and fork and stood up, his face becoming very ugly.

Nkunku's face also changed, and he gently pulled Gao Yuyang: "Gao, if you see something later, don't take it seriously, and please keep it secret for me."

"What's going on, who is it?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Nkunku's mother, Laura, walking quickly and opened the door. Gao Yuyang stood up and glanced outside, and saw a little black man with his hair dyed red.

To be honest, Gao Yuyang was startled by this skin color and red hair at night.

However, he noticed that Xiao Hei standing at the door had almost the same facial features as Nkunku, but he looked more sophisticated, but he was still a boy. Nkunku was already young, and Gao Yuyang reckoned that the person at the door was probably older than himself. How much, standing at the door with a guitar in his hand.

He saw Laura standing at the door and saying something in a low voice on purpose, but Fagoli suddenly slapped the table and roared almost hysterically: "Why are you coming back?! Get out! Dear Laura, let him get out! He has already been with you!" We're okay!!!"

When the boy at the door heard the voice inside, he almost turned his head and left. Laura quickly grabbed him. Gao Yuyang leaned slightly out of instinct, and saw Nkunku's mother stuff a handful of banknotes into the boy's pocket.

The door was closed again, Gao Yuyang kept staring at Nkunku, wandering on his face, the meaning was obvious: I really didn't gossip this time, but since we bumped into each other, we can't just say nothing, right?

"Gao... that was my brother just now... Shhh!"

Nkunku said something quickly, his voice lowered to the limit, and he glanced at his father again, as if he kept secret.

This time Gao Yuyang was really surprised. He remembered that Nkunku said just now that his brother had received training in Paris just like him, but the person at the door just now was clearly a wandering singer!

A person with a professional background in the Paris Youth Academy turned into a wandering singer? !

Gao Yuyang was really amazed to see you for a long time.

This family!

(End of this chapter)