Chapter 139 Chapter 139 Thunder Tribulation
Kisling began a day of careful observation.
In the morning, Leandri took Kroos on a big motorcycle to the club for training. The two happily walked into the locker room and changed clothes together.
Everyone completed the training assigned by the coaching staff meticulously. Except for Kiesling who was distracted a few times because of important matters today and was yelled at by the coach, everything else was fine.
At lunch, Leandri's plate was still the healthiest and greenest, unlike other teammates whose plates contained chocolate and pork knuckles. Kiessling watched the pressed-pork goalkeeper eat according to the nutritionist's recipe without changing his expression, and then continued to chat with Morientes, allowing the center forward's baby German to gradually evolve to the level of a teenager.
After the afternoon training, Leandri threw his things into the locker room and rushed to school with his schoolbag on his back to experience the influence of mathematics. He came back a few hours later to hug Kroos, and then randomly asked someone to practice with him.
Finally, Kroos carried the exhausted Leandri and his increasingly heavy schoolbag back home on his motorcycle.
Kiesling observed for a day and found that Leandri's life was normal. He didn't find anything wrong. Kiesling comforted himself that he must have been overthinking.
In the 12th round of the Bundesliga, Leverkusen went to Hamburg to challenge St. Pauli. The lucky person who got the draw today was Helmes.
Kisling watched eagerly as Helmes washed his hands reverently, put on hand cream, and held the stick box, shaking it. A stick fell out of the box, and Helmes respectfully handed it to Leandri.
Leandri looked a little tired. He took a look at the lottery draw and told the expectant striker that he had a good draw today and there would be a good result.
Kiessling was a little worried when he saw the dark circles under Leandri's eyes. He still did not play today and spent 90 minutes on the bench.
Sitting in the best viewing seat, Kiessling clearly saw how Helmes missed all his shots. He took 5 shots, 3 of which were on target, but didn't score a single goal.
Fortunately, in the 81st minute, Leverkusen got a free kick. Vidal served the ball. They made a tactical cooperation and passed it a few times. Rolfes fed the ball to Helmes in front of the goal, but the ball hit the post and bounced back, and even touched Banetta's leg and changed direction again. Fortunately, Augusto made a successful follow-up shot.
The goal was scored, but Helmes had no assists and no goals.
Kiesling sat on the bench and sighed, the idea in his mind continued to take root and sprout. Finally, he couldn't help but poke Kroos, who was sitting next to him and was resting today.
"Is Ryan very tired recently? I think he didn't get enough rest today." Kiesling was worried.
Cross nodded. Leandri received an email from his teacher last night, asking him to do an urgent data analysis. This made the young man, who usually had a normal schedule, stay up late, which was unusual. Today, Heynckes was a little surprised to see the sudden dark circles under Leandri's eyes. He kindly asked the reason and whether he needed a rest, but was righteously rejected by the Chinese goalkeeper.
But Kiesling didn't know all these things. He only saw Kroos nodding and Leandri in front of the goal bending down to pick up his water bottle. Kiesling felt that his worries had finally become a reality.
"I told you last season that Leandri might be damaging himself by always drawing lots for us like this. When did you see him in such a bad mental state?"
Kroos turned around and saw Leandri waving his fist in front of the goal and interacting with the fans while walking towards him, his mouth wide open and looking very excited.
? Is there anything wrong with this?
Kiesling was unusually silent until Kroos, and took the initiative to grab a sports towel and handed it to the sweaty Leandri.
"Thank you." The sparkling eyes of the goalkeeper of the Russian Federation were considered a cover-up in Kiesling's eyes.
Holding the young man in his arms and walking towards the locker room, Kislin began to persuade him earnestly, "Actually, everyone is very nice and understandable. Ryan, you really don't have to force yourself to draw lots for us."
Leandri: ...?
"Do you think you've been drawing too many lots recently and have been hurt? If you try to understand the secrets of heaven, you will definitely be affected by cause and effect!"
Leandri was also silenced by the learned Kisling.
Seeing his goalkeeper remained silent, Kiesling felt that he had touched someone's heart and found his weakness. He felt that he must do something and not let his little brother who had left his hometown get hurt here. "I will tell them that I will not let you draw lots in the future. Look at how bad your mental state is today. You have made a lot of mistakes recently. I made two mistakes, and Helmes' luck in drawing lots was not good today."
Leandri scratched his head. He didn't know whether he should be touched by Kislin's thoughtfulness or speechless that Kislin didn't doubt his charlatan nature and even found an excuse for him again.
The two of them were talking loudly, and Friedrich, who had been listening all the way, was a little worried. "Lian, you are not really being attacked, are you?"
Leandri's mouth twitched, "Ah, yes, yes."
The two German big brothers looked at each other, what did this mean?
"Perhaps he felt embarrassed that we discovered him. After all, double affirmation indicates emphasis." Kisling confirmed.
“But this is a triple affirmation.”
"The degree of strengthening should be even greater." After all, Germans have academic qualifications requirements if they want to play football.
The two men spent a long time whispering about how to not hurt the young man's self-esteem while not hurting his body, until Kroos behind them couldn't stand it anymore.
"Have you ever thought of a possibility?"
The two not-so-bright good brothers pricked up their ears.
"He is cleansing his marrow and clearing his meridians, preparing to survive the catastrophe."
Kisling, who had looked up some g information before, suddenly understood.
There was suddenly lightning and thunder outside the window. Kisling and Friedrich in the bus saw the sudden change in the weather and hurriedly looked away.
Leandri slept a little uneasily because of the thunder. He leaned on Kroos with a frown on his face. Kroos was fiddling with his cell phone and reading it with great interest.
Xiao Kuan felt that there were so many people with wonderful ideas in this world. What he was reading on his mobile phone right now was not ABO, Sentinel, or doomsday CP stories, but what Leandri discovered when he was in school. There was a male college student with average conditions who worked to support his studies. Thinking of his own hard life in his previous life, Leandri took action. He paid the college student to translate some Chinese online novels for Cross every day to pass the time. He never thought about how a science student would torture himself to improve his writing skills in the face of such a generous reward.
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!" Kroos has already made up his mind that if he has to return to Bayern in the future and is still scolded by the management, he will say this to Hoeness to shock him for a whole year.
After this round of games, it was the national team match day again. Leandri flew to Portugal with the team. After a warm hug with his neighbors in Madrid, he sat on the bench with a pile of A4 papers and read his thesis.
Llorente and Fabregas, who were sitting on both sides of Leandri and wanted to test their ideas, were silenced by the mysterious symbols such as α, ∝, ㏒, etc. as soon as they leaned over.
"What are you doing?" Llorente swallowed and felt like he had seen the devil.
Leandri looked up and answered honestly, "I'm preparing my graduation thesis. My teacher asked me to hand in the first draft today, and I'm almost late." After saying that, he raised the printed thesis in his hand.
"Thank you for your concern. Fernando, you will definitely have a good performance today." Leandri continued to deliver emotional value as usual, then covered his head and scribbled on the paper. Everyone shut up, except for the data analyst who was recruited by Bosque this year, who occasionally came over to watch with interest.
Today's game was just a friendly match, but Spain was still hit hard by the fruit teeth led by Cristiano Ronaldo. In less than 60 minutes, Casillas' goal was penetrated three times. But friendly matches are meant to run in new tactics, and Bosque didn't care much about winning or losing. Leandri looked up in excitement because of Portugal's goal, but Bosque rubbed his head and told him to continue reading his paper, then replaced Ramos with Llorente.
Although the forward replaced the defender, no one knew whether this move was to strengthen the offense or the defense.
Bosque gave a hug to the substituted Alonso, and then asked Alonso to put him next to Leandri.
Ramos took a curious look at the paper in Leandri's hand. He felt that he might have a stomach cramp because he ran too much on the field, and he might have a slight concussion because of his header to clear the ball just now. The serious Ramos quickly called the team doctor, who advised him to read more books and try to graduate from high school as soon as possible.
Ryandre was still checking the writing standards word by word when he was suddenly hugged again, "Sweetheart, you are really my lucky star."
Llorente scored!
Torres' cheeks were flushed from running. He had just assisted Llorente to equalize the goal, and now he followed him to the sidelines, "Ryan, praise me, am I strong too?"
Before Leandri could say anything, Ramos had already grinned and said, "Fernando, you are awesome," and then patted the substitute goalkeeper on the back to remind him that he must recognize the talent.
Ryandelli, who felt that this scene was a little familiar, succumbed to the pressure from the national team's big brother and sent Ryan's blessing. Five minutes later, Torres started running all over the field.
Leandri wiped the saliva off his face angrily, and complained in his heart that Leverkusen and the Spanish national team would be doomed sooner or later!
Although they lost 3-2 to Portugal, the Spanish national team felt that they had found something more important than a friendly victory.
After rejecting Ronaldo's invitation to go out and have fun, Leandri worked hard on the computer to revise the work, and finally sent the first draft to his teacher at the last minute. The topic of the thesis was the advice given by Schultz on algebraic geometry, which is considered one of the most profound areas in mathematics, with many concepts obscure and difficult to understand.
It is precisely because of the bright and difficult pearl that Leandri has suffered so much this year.
Casillas, who came back from the party slightly drunk, saw Leandri asleep as soon as he entered the room, but the faint light of the screen still showed through his slightly curly hair.
Cassie didn't think much about it. She just pressed the lock screen button and put it aside to charge Leandri's phone. Then she covered him with the quilt and whispered good night.
On the other end of the phone, Kroos, who knew that Leandri was so sleepy that he had fallen asleep but had kept in touch with him, heard the sound of doors opening and closing. Xiao Kuan, who was also resting in the hotel under the German team, knew that his boyfriend's temporary roommate Casillas had returned.
There was a faint sound coming from the microphone, and Cross also heard the faint good night.
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