The picture of Zhang Kuang eating Chinese food was posted to Weibo and Twitter, which can be regarded as promoting the Spring Festival culture of China. Of course, it is not very useful, but sometimes culture is the result of countless people doing this kind of 'very useful' promotion.
After eating, Zhang Kuang went to the home of team Middle East France, and the harvesting of Qi and Blood Points couldn't stop.
After harvesting, everyone was very satisfied. Matilda suddenly came up with an idea that made Zhang Kuang's heart tremble.
"Zhang, I have a few classmates who want to date you. They are Eastern Europe France Study-Abroad Squad. They are all very young. Do you want to give it a try?"
Zhang Kuang: "Tsk, how young are they? Can they withstand the hardship?"
Matilda: "Hey, I'll show you their photos later. I'll make sure you drool after seeing them. I didn't prepare any photos of them today."
Zhang Kuang took a photo of her large, elastic millstone and said, "Okay, I'll wait until I see the photo next time. Also, if you want to play, do it quietly. Don't expose it to the media and make it look like the whole world knows about it. If that's the case, don't play with me."
"Ha, you think all of them are like the four women you played with last time? You are so stupid." Aïssa laughed.
Lina shook his head. "You can't say they are stupid. I heard that "The Sun" gave them generous rewards, tens of thousands and nearly one hundred thousand euros. This is a lot of money for these France natives, so they can't withstand the temptation of money."
"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Zhang Kuang obviously didn't know that there was such a thing.
"Yes, I also saw it from the gossip. Nowadays, many women want to date you, and they also want to make that kind of money. It's tens of thousands of euros. Think about it. The salary of a local guy is only two to three thousand euros a month. They have to earn three years to make that much money." Aïssa said.
"Ah! Zhang, don't play with poor women when you play with women in the future. Poor women will easily betray you." Matilda reminded him quickly.
Zhang Kuang:"..."
Shit, you pick up a woman when you are playing with her, you are too poor to play with her? This...
Is there anything wrong with being poor?
Does being poor mean that one is deprived of sexual power?
Then China there are hundreds of millions of poor men, they???
Seeing Zhang Kuang's incomprehensible expression, Matilda quickly said with relief, "Don't worry, we will help you find some rich and beautiful women in the future. They are not too busy and just play with them. Don't contact poor women. They have no bottom line."
Zhang Kuang turned his head suddenly. "???"
Fuck, poor women have no bottom line? Do you rich women have a bottom line? If you have a bottom line, will you still play this kind of multi-player sport?
Damn, the morality of this world is so divided!
Forget it, forget it, he is just a football player, as long as he can score goals and have a woman, that's all.
Zhang Kuang: "Okay, if you pay more attention in the future, I will reward you well."
"Ha, it doesn't have to be a good reward, as long as you can continue to look for us in the future. I don't want to end this feeling of floating in the clouds and dying of ecstasy."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
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February 20, Ligue 1 round 25.
Auxerre challenges Lille away from home.
Lille is the traditional strong team of Ligue 1, currently ranked fifth, only one step away from the European Theater. Their home stadium - Lille Métropole Stadium - can accommodate 50,000 people, and is one of the most terrifying home stadiums for Ligue 1.
Zhang Kuang felt a different atmosphere when he walked into the stadium with the players.
It's not the fans' enthusiasm, it's the hostility.
Fans of Lille held up signs, shouted slogans, raised their middle fingers at Zhang Kuang, and sprayed all kinds of racial slurs.
Zhang Kuang turned to look at the fourth official French Football Federation, and asked the fourth official, "Will France Football Federation ignore this kind of racially discriminatory verbal violence throughout the audience?"
The fourth official's face was gloomy and he looked around the stadium. "Don't worry, I will write a report and report it to the Football Association."
However, just as Zhang Kuang was walking to the sidelines, something flew down from the stands--
"Be careful!"
Grichting shouted, Zhang Kuang also felt something was wrong. Fortunately, he was an immortal cultivator. Even though he was the lowest level of immortal cultivator, his reaction was faster than that of ordinary people. He quickly dodged something.
A brick hit the ground and broke into several pieces.
Zhang Kuang was stunned.
He raised his head and saw a strong man wearing a Lille jersey waving his fist at him and swearing in French.
"Fake! Come down and see if I don't beat you to death."
Zhang Kuang's anger suddenly rose.
He took two steps in the direction of the fan, pointed at his nose, and cursed back in French: "You got it! Let's fight!"
The fan was outraged.
He climbed over the guardrail, jumped off the stands, and rushed towards Zhang Kuang.
The security personnel tried to stop him, but failed.
The strong man rushed to Zhang Kuang and punched him--
Zhang Kuang ducked sideways and punched the strong man in the abdomen.
"Uh--"
The strong man held his stomach and bent down.
Zhang Kuang grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up - yes, lifted him up, just like a chicken - and threw him out.
The strong man fell to the ground, rolled around twice, and lay there motionless.
The onlookers were quiet for a second.
Then, five or six more people jumped out from the stands, all friends of the strong man.
"Kill this China man!" someone shouted.
Zhang Kuang didn't flinch.
He rushed up and punched the first person in the face, causing the person to fall down. He kicked the second person on the knee, and the person screamed and knelt on the ground. An elbow hit the third person's chest. The person covered his chest and took several steps back before collapsing to the ground.
In less than three seconds, all six people fell to the ground.
Zhang Kuang stood among them, looking at the team members who had just rushed up, and waved to stop them. It would be okay for him to fight alone, but it would be bad if they all participated.
This was broadcast live. What did the audience in front of the TV see?
Zhang Kuang fought one against six and knocked down all six big men in three seconds.
China Kung Fu!
Yes, everyone thinks of China Kung Fu!
"Oh, Shete, Lille fans are too radical. Just now an extreme fan hit Chinese Zhang with a brick, and then also racially abused Chinese Zhang.
Chinese Zhang yelled back angrily and wanted to challenge the fan to a duel. The fan jumped off the stands and was knocked down by Zhang Kuang with a punch, and then he was thrown out with one hand.
Then six fans jumped down and surrounded Chinese Zhang, and then Chinese Zhang knocked them all down in three seconds. Oh my god, Lille's fans were too excited, Football Association must punish them..."
Bart said excitedly in the commentary box.
Dugarry: "Yes, this is a very uncivilized behavior. If Chinese Zhang didn't know China Kung Fu, I'm afraid he would have been beaten by these extreme Lille fans..."
The Lille fans in the stands were excited. Security personnel, players, coaches, and staff all rushed over to arrest people and protect Zhang Kuang and protect Zhang Kuang.
"Fuck..." Grichting opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time.
Pedretti came over and patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder. "Are you... okay?"
"It's okay!" Zhang Kuang shook his head.
The extreme fans of Lille were also stunned. Originally, their plan was to anger Zhang Kuang, or injure Zhang Kuang so that Zhang Kuang would not be able to play. The worst they could do was to have the fans who hit him imprisoned, but they could win the game.
The result... one person knocked down six people in three seconds. This is reality, not a movie.