Chapter 26

The moment he turned around and left, the voice of System 33 rang in Zhou Liran's mind.

【Host, a love partner is detected now. Is it bound now? After binding, you will be given 100 points! 】

Zhou Liran was stunned for a moment, paused, and then he was grabbed by Xiao Xiao Luo who caught up with him from behind.

[Does the host want to bind?] Now you can bind! If you bind now, you can get free favorability! 】

Zhou Liran turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao Luo who was following him. After cursing 33 in his heart and telling him to get lost, he frowned and looked at Xiao Xiao Luo, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Liran's eyes were fierce, as if he was really angry. Xiao Xiao Luo quickly let go of his hand, but he felt even more embarrassed. He stuttered when he spoke, "I, I, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that."

"It's okay. You just don't know that I don't like this name." Zhou Liran shook his head gently. "It's not your fault."

"Then we are still friends, right?" Ronaldinho coughed softly. "Well, I'm really sorry, I didn't know. I thought you hated me like all the other English people."

【Host? Want to bind? This person in front of me has great luck...】

'Tie your mother! 'Zhou Liran felt that he was quickly becoming a person without quality under the pressure of the system,'Shut up. '

This rubbish system causes trouble for him every day. Binding, binding. Fortunately, it's him, he can still control himself. If it's someone else... Zhou Liran didn't dare to think too much and could only continue to scold the system in his mind to shut it up.

Xiao Xiao Luo didn't hear Zhou Liran say anything for a long time. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his head lowered a little bit. "I know."

Zhou Liran retracted his gaze, looked at Xiao Xiao Luo helplessly and said: "Does Coach Ferguson hate you too?"

"Of course not!" Ronaldinho immediately refuted. Ferguson's obvious preference for him gave Ronaldinho full confidence. "The coach doesn't hate me. I am his favorite player in the whole team!"

Zhou Liran glanced at Ronaldinho's curly hair and said, "So what are you worried about? Isn't the most important thing for you to play for Manchester United coach Ferguson? No matter how noisy the media is, aren't you still the starting main force? You don't need to care about those who hate you, right?"

"It wasn't like this before," Xiao Xiao Luo didn't know what he was thinking about. At this moment, his eyes were a little red. "They used to like me very much, but now when I go out..."

"Someone threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at you?"

"Ah?" The sadness that Xiao Xiao Luo had not yet gathered disappeared instantly, and was replaced by full surprise, "What? Rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs?"

"No?"

"Of course not, why would you throw this to me?"

"Because in ancient China, people usually threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at people they disliked."

"You, China?" As expected, Little Luo quickly grasped the key point, "Oh, right, I remember! You are Chinese!"

Zhou Liran nodded, "My current state is just like the Chinese proverb, Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror and is neither human nor human."

Xiao Xiao Luo didn't understand the first half of the proverb, but he understood the second half. When he was about to ask, Zhou Liran put his arm around his shoulders and took him to the sofa nearby.

Mendes silently sorted out his complicated emotions, bent down, took two bottles of water and walked up to the two people.

Zhou Liran was talking about his things, and Xiao Xiao Luo was sitting beside him and listening very carefully.

"My stepfather is a Chelsea fan. He is a real Englishman. He kept scolding you at home at this time last year. Every few times I went home, I would scold you too. After all, he is my mother's husband. They have finally been together, and I don't want their relationship to be affected because of me." Zhou Liran sighed softly. "But no one will scold you when I am at the training base, because if they mention it, I will take them to training. After a long time, they will run away when they see me, let alone say anything in front of me."

"You can also learn from me," Zhou Liran smiled at Mendes, took the two bottles of water from Mendes' hands, put one aside, and unscrewed the other and handed it to Ronaldinho, "If any player dares to grumble in front of you, just go over and tell him to let's see who's the winner on the court."

Ronaldinho took the water bottle, his whole brain was a little confused, "But, but the fans..."

"What are you thinking? How can this be solved?" Zhou Liran unscrewed the bottle of water that he had just placed aside and handed it to Mendes who was sitting opposite him, "Would you like to drink some too?"

Mendes blinked, his eyes swept back and forth between the two bottles of water that had been unscrewed in his and Ronaldinho's hands, his mouth opened silently, and finally closed slowly.

So, how should I put it, he, he learned a trick?

"There is no way around it," Little Luo didn't notice Mendes's expression. He silently squeezed the bottle tightly, frowning, "Is this the only way?"

Zhou Liran spread his hands with a confused look on his face. "What else can I do? They have their mouths on them. They just want to call me that. I can't just go up and cover their mouths, right? The more something is banned, the faster it spreads. This has always been the case."

"If you want them to change their opinion of you, you have to win the Ballon d'Or, win the World Footballer of the Year, become a world-class superstar, and become a star that all fans want to have. At this time, not only will they not hate you, but they will also try to make connections with you by saying that you became famous in the Premier League and that you are our Premier League star." Zhou Liran drew a crown in the air with his index finger, turned his head and blinked at Ronaldinho, "The King is crowned."

Xiao Xiao Luo was a little excited. He tilted his head and coughed a few times, then quickly raised the water in the bottle and took a few sips. "No, it hasn't come to that point yet."

"I believe that day will come."

Xiao Xiao Luo smiled a little embarrassedly, and when he saw that Zhou Liran wanted to talk, he quickly interrupted him, "Hey, stop talking about me all the time. What about you? What do you want to do with your words?"

"Me?" Zhou Liran raised his hand and pointed at himself. "I have two ideas. One is to tell everyone not to call me that, because I am actually the son of Ultraman, the Son of Light."

"Ah?" Xiao Xiao Luo was confused, "Ultraman? What is that?"

"He's a Japanese hero who specializes in fighting monsters." Zhou Liran scratched his head, "But I'm a little afraid that if I really say that, everyone will call me Iron-faced Ultraman from now on."

Mendes was drinking water and choked on the water when he heard this. He had been to many countries when he was casting a wide net to catch fish, so he also knew the name of Ultraman.

Ronaldinho glanced at Mendes who kept apologizing, and seemed to understand something. "This sounds even worse."

“Yes, with their moral integrity, they might be able to shoot a special drama about Ultraman Iron. When other Ultramen release beams and do flying kicks, my ultimate move will be to create an iron skin…” Zhou Liran stood up and made a gesture of using his ultimate move, “Ultraman Iron’s ultimate move. Iron-faced bullets!”

"In the end, the monster was sucked onto my face and then bounced away, and I saved the world again."

"Hahahaha..." Xiao Luo didn't want to laugh, but with this action combined with Zhou Liran's words and Zhou Liran's Sima face, he really couldn't help laughing.

Zhou Liran silently put down his hand and looked at Xiao Xiao Luo with a dim gaze.

Ronaldinho looked away with a guilty conscience, "Um, well, I, I'll help you! Didn't you say before that they wouldn't say that when you become a great goalkeeper?"

"Come on, come on," Ronaldinho quickly stood up and put the water bottle aside, "Let's go train!"

"It's a two-month vacation. Believe me, I've fed you balls for more than two months, how can you not make progress?"

Zhou Liran stood there with his arms folded and hummed softly. Xiao Xiao Luo walked up to him and dragged him back to the indoor lawn.

Mendes: ...

When Ronaldinho came before, didn’t he tell him that this was the last time he would touch the ball during the holidays, and that he should have some fun?