Chapter 682: Gay Love at Stamford Bridge

"How's it going? How's it going? Have you taken the photo?"

Yang Huan asked excitedly to Paul Yaro, the background emperor beside him.

The fat guy from London was holding high his Canon flagship SLR equipped with a super telephoto lens and pressing the buttons non-stop. There was a series of clicking sounds which were very pleasant to the ears and looked very professional.

But Master Huan was not happy when he saw it.

"Hey, Paul, who are you photographing?"

“Kaka!” Paul Yaro’s eyes never left the SLR camera, still chasing after Kaka who was celebrating with his teammates and taking photos. “I was lucky enough to capture the whole process of his goal. His reaction was so fast.”

"I feel that Kaka is in very good shape tonight and is very active. He will definitely perform even better!"

But as he was talking, he didn't hear any movement from Young Master Huan, which was a bit strange. He took his glasses away from the camera and looked over, only to find that Young Master Huan had a look of indignation on his face, as if he was going to throw him off the stands.

He immediately realized, oh no!

"I fucking told you to take pictures of Abrahimovic in the opposite stands, why were you taking pictures of Kaka?" Yang Huan was almost pissed to death by him.

Paul Yaro knew he was in the wrong, so he immediately smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Huan, I'm a die-hard fan of Kaka, right? So, when I saw him score a goal, I couldn't help but get excited!"

"I'm going to push your head, aim at Abramovich and take a clear picture. Even the vegetable leaves left on his teeth from last night, you have to take a clear picture for me!" Yang Huan burst into laughter when he said this at the end.

"Take the picture right now, I'll take the picture right now!" Paul Yarrow quickly put his eyes closer and aimed the super telephoto lens at the opposite stand, muttering, "Damn Russians, if I don't take a picture of your **** tonight, I'm not Paul Yarrow!"

Charlene Lahri, who was sitting between the two men, was already laughing so hard that she was bent over. She seriously suspected that when it came to pranks, Master Huan must be the ancestor of Paul Yaro!

Otherwise, why would they give someone a flagship SLR worth thousands of euros for no reason, just to take a few ugly photos of Abramovich across the stands as a prank?

Speaking of which, Paul Yaro is really something, he doesn't understand the point at all!

Master Huan upgraded your equipment for no reason. Was it just to let you take photos of idols?

Don't be silly, okay?

Master Huan wants you to shoot more footage so that you can make more spoofs of Abramovich when you go back home at night!

"I say, Master Huan, how did he offend you recently?" Charlene Lahri asked with a smile.

"No, I just don't like him!" Yang Huan said righteously.

Charlene Lahri almost fell down, could this be a reason for Master Huan to play a prank on her?

But it makes sense when you think about it. Paul Yarrow is ready-made and can be called upon by Young Master Huan at any time. As for the flagship SLR camera worth several thousand dollars, it is just a drop in the bucket for Young Master Huan.

Besides, Master Huan is also a major shareholder of Paul Yarrow's company. He didn't lose out by buying the flagship SLR for the company.

Charlene Lahiri turned her head again and glanced at the fat man next to her. It turned out that he really looked like a professional photographer.

Just look at him holding up the SLR, constantly adjusting the focus, constantly changing the angle, and taking pictures continuously. If someone doesn't know him, they would definitely think he is a master of photography.

"How is it? How was the shoot?" Yang Huan asked with interest.

Paul Yaro's hands felt a little sore, so he put them down and said, "I took dozens of pictures. Master Huan, take a look!"

Yang Huan reached out to take the SLR camera he handed over, and was immediately delighted when he took a look at it.

Abramovich deserved his bad luck. Probably because he saw Kaka score a goal, he was furious. His body movements and expressions were quite rich. In this mode of taking more than ten photos per second, some of the expressions captured were quite funny, which made Yang Huan laugh.

Even Charlene Lahiri, who came closer, was giggling.

Unexpectedly, Paul Yarrow was not only a spoof of people, but even the photos he took had a spoof flavor.

"Hey, Master Huan, show us!"

"Yes, show it to us, Master Huan!"

The group of rich second-generation fans in the Saints fan club behind them who were eager to create chaos in the world also became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

As soon as they took it, everyone burst into laughter again.

"Fatty, just shoot like this, you don't have to do anything else during this game, just focus on Abramovich and shoot him to death!"

"Ah?" Paul Yaro's face suddenly turned bitter.

"Master Huan, we have already agreed that I am here to see my idol..."

"Oh, what's so good about Kaka? I'll give you tickets later and you can watch his training every day. Just keep an eye on Abramovich today, okay?"

Paul Yarrow almost cried.

He thought Young Master Huan was good to him, gave him tickets to watch his idol's competition, and gave him a flagship SLR, but...

"Hey, Master Huan, you're not planning to blackmail him by taking pictures of him like that, are you?" John Coke and others at the back also felt curious after a burst of funny laughter.

"I blackmailed him?" Yang Huan laughed, "Is he worthy of it?"

Isn't this a bit too impressive?

But when everyone thought about it, it was true. With Young Master Huan's current wealth and status, let alone one Abramovich, even two, oh no, three, might not be able to catch up with Young Master Huan.

To call it extortion is really an understatement to Master Huan!

"Then what are you doing..." Hugh Grosvenor was also very puzzled.

Yang Huan sighed deeply, as if he was wondering who in the world could understand him.

"I just saw that everyone and the netizens are bored recently, so I wanted to add some humor to everyone!"

After a pause, Master Huan turned around and asked proudly, "How is it? Am I a Lei Feng?"

"Tsk!" Everyone gave the middle finger and burst out laughing.

As for Master Huan, whoever believes what he said is a fool and an idiot!

"Charlene, you say, they don't even believe me, an honest person like me. Please be fair!"

Charlene Lahiri did not doubt him and immediately responded, "I don't believe it either!"

"Really? We know each other so well, and you don't believe me?"

"Who knows you in depth..." Charlene Lahiri said halfway, and immediately realized the ambiguous wording of this guy and retreated immediately.

There is no way. As the saying goes, a tree without bark is doomed to die, and a person without shame is invincible!

This Young Master Huan is invincible!

"Oh, I figured it out!" Paul Yaro on the side suddenly slapped his thigh and jumped up.

"What did you think of? Shamanism?" Yang Huan asked.

Paul Yaro didn't know what the shaman dance was, and thought Master Huan was praising him, so he immediately nodded and said, "Master Huan, take a look at these photos."

Yang Huan leaned over and saw the photo of Abramović in the SLR camera. He couldn't tell what she was cursing, but her mouth was shaped like a circle.

"Look at this one again!" Paul Yaro switched the photos with a sense of humor.

This is a photo of Mourinho. Not long after the game started, the Portuguese madman pretended to be cool with his hands in his pockets and his body leaning back slightly.

"Ah!" Charlene Lahri reacted immediately and glared at Paul Yaro with embarrassment and annoyance.

Isn’t this too outrageous?

On the contrary, Yang Huan looked cheerful but innocent and simple, "What's the matter? It's just two photos, what's the big deal?"

Charlene Lahri was depressed. She wanted to grab Master Huan's clothes on his chest and ask him harshly, "Can you swear that you couldn't hear Paul Yaro's subtext at all?"

But she soon thought again that even if she pointed a gun at Master Huan, with his thick skin, he would say without hesitation that she was too naive and could not understand at all!

As expected, shameless people are still popular in this world!

"Master Huan, I have even thought of a title for this episode." Paul Yaro said with a smile.

This guy is also a person who has no bottom line when it comes to making pranks. Anyway, he can never enter the British upper class society. At best, he can only entertain the general public.

"Really? Tell me about it!"

"It's called the gay love of Stamford Bridge!"

"ah?"

"Hey, don't you think it's quite interesting?" Paul Yaro asked for credit.

"Isn't this too vulgar?" Yang Huan frowned, "For a gentleman like me who has so much connotation, depth, and taste, I think..."

The people around almost gave him the middle finger again.

My dear Master Huan, it seems that the spoof of Paul Yarrow was also originated from you, right?

Oh, now that you have stopped making jokes, you start saying that you have substance, depth and taste?

Still a gentleman?

When did this gentleman become like you, old man?

However, everyone almost laughed until their stomachs hurt, and they could only keep these words to themselves, because even if they said them, Master Yihuan was so eloquent that he would definitely find a way to leave them speechless.

Just when they were laughing so hard that they fell over, Yang Huan made an unexpected turn.

"Tsk tsk, but this is the kind of vulgar entertainment that the general public needs. You are an expert in this area, and I am a layman, so don't ask me about this kind of thing. Just figure it out yourself!"

Charlene Lahri laughed so hard that she leaned on Master Huan's shoulder and felt like she could hardly breathe.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as Young Master Huan.

This is too shameless, he is just telling lies with open eyes!

But Paul Yarrow was depressed.

Usually what the leader means when he says this is, I think your idea is feasible, so go ahead and do it, but make it clear first, if there are any problems, you'll have to take responsibility for it, and it has nothing to do with me.

How could someone as innocent and self-disciplined as me have such a vulgar and vulgar idea?

Thinking of this, Paul Yaro sighed deeply.

What else can he do?

As the saying goes, one who receives favors from others will be grateful, and one who eats from others will be soft-hearted.

He took Young Master Huan's flagship SLR, so could he not do something for Young Master Huan?

Well, how about making two episodes this time, one is about the heavy-tasting gay love at Stamford Bridge, and the other is about the fresh and clean story of the prince's resurrection. It'll be a bit hard, just consider it as a commemoration of my idol Kaka!

Okay, let’s do it!

Just when Paul Yaro made up his mind, the situation on the court suddenly changed again.

In a counterattack after Southampton's midfielder intercepted the ball, Sturridge dribbled forward on the right, but Chelsea's defense was also very fast. As a last resort, Sturridge could only pass the ball back to Oscar who was following behind.

Oscar saw that Chelsea had gathered a large force on the right, so he took two steps sideways and saw Suarez stop outside the penalty area, so he immediately passed the ball to him.

Suarez stopped the ball, but David Luiz did not rush to grab the ball immediately. Instead, the Uruguayan striker went to the middle and hit a curved ball with his right foot.

The ball drew a curved arc and went straight to the upper right corner of the goal!

All the Saints fans who came to the away game burst into enthusiastic cheers again.

Paul Yaro was well prepared this time. He aimed his camera at Abramovich and Mourinho in front of the home team's coaching bench, capturing a bunch of photos that would probably make them want to kill!

2-0, less than 30 minutes into the game, Chelsea already looked defeated.