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Chapter 829 Yang Luo's Evaluation of Zhao Hu
After a brief chat between Yang Luo and Ronaldo, they were attracted by another wave of attractions.

On the other side of the Sardine Stadium, apart from the players from Real Madrid's second team, there are players from Racing Santander on the opposite side. I haven't seen them for two years. There are not many old players in Racing Santander anymore. Yang Luo glanced at the stranger, but suddenly A figure blinked exceptionally.

With yellow skin and black hair, his body shape is similar to his own, but there is a domineering aura between his eyebrows.

"Ling Feng!!!" Yang Luo was overjoyed.
Ling Feng also saw Yang Luo, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Ling Feng kicked the ball to his teammate and ran over.

Ling Feng's personality is very cold, and he doesn't take the initiative to greet people. Yang Luo knows this characteristic, so he greets people proactively: "You are finally here, how do you feel here?"

Ling Feng's psychology is actually very happy, but because of his personality, he is not used to letting go too much.

"Well, it's very good. The rhythm here is much faster than in China, but I like it very much."

Yang Luo nodded: "The domestic rhythm is indeed slower than here, even though this is only a Spanish second-tier team." After speaking, Yang Luo quietly asked: "When you left Rongcheng Industry, what happened to you?" An old stone is not mad."

Ling Feng knew that the old stone Yang Luo was referring to was Shi Zhendong, the head coach of Rongcheng Industry.

However, Ling Feng's answer surprised Yang Luo: "No, my contract has almost expired, I just didn't renew it." After speaking, Ling Feng still said what was buried in his heart: "Yang Luo , Actually, I can stand here, thank you very much..."

"Stop, don't say this kind of thing in the future. You can stand here because you fought for it yourself. If you didn't have the performance in the World Youth Championship and the World Cup, how could you appear here." After finishing speaking, Yang Luo pointed The court said: "The players here are very gentle, you just stay here and wait for the opportunity to go to a more powerful team."

"You mean Real Madrid?" Ling Feng's eyes flashed with excitement and fascination.

"...Let's talk." Yang Luo didn't dare to guarantee it. What he wanted to express was to go to a stronger team, but he didn't know which team it was.

"Perform well, the strength of Real Madrid's second team should not be underestimated."

"I know." Ling Feng said.

Yang Luo patted Ling Feng on the shoulder and was about to go back, but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"Yang Luo"

The voice was crisp and familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but Yang Luo suddenly turned around, but stood there in a daze.

A red baseball cap, long hair, and eagle eyes.

"Nie Long!!" The name that had disappeared for a long time suddenly burst out from Yang Luo's mouth. Yang Luo was shocked to the extreme, how could he be here.

Since the end of the World Youth Championship, Nie Long disappeared from the sight of the world as if he had evaporated from the world, and there was no news of him, so how could he appear here.

"Yang Luo, let's compete again if we have a chance to see if your shot can penetrate the gate I guarded." Nie Long challenged Yang Luo with a murderous look all over his body.

Yang Luo was still stunned. He took a closer look at Nie Long's jersey, and his reaction became stronger.

"Nie Long, why did you join this team?" Yang Luo pointed at Nie Long's jersey.

"Stop talking nonsense, when will we compete?" Nie Long's tone was very aggressive, and he didn't give Yang Luo a chance to speak at all.

At this time, two figures came over, Yang Luo turned his head, tears rolling in his eyes instantly.

"Yang Luo, long time no see."

"Yeah, how does it feel to come to the Sardine Stadium this time?"

In the picture, two middle-aged men appeared in Yang Luo's field of vision, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat. They were Portugal and Pires.

"Mr. Portugal, Mr. Pires." Yang Luo was very happy and excited. Seeing these two mentors again, Yang Luo felt an indescribable feeling.

Portugal is still the same as before. Despite his age, his sportswear shows his vitality, but it has to be mentioned that his courage is still a bit stressful.

"Yang Luo, long time no see, you have changed too much." Pires liked to joke as always.

Yang Luo was like a shy child, touching his head with his hand showing a shy look.

"Yang Luo, the two friends you recommended are very good, I like them very much, and I think we have a good chance of reaching the first class this year." Potugal looked at Ling Feng and Nie Long and said.

Ling Feng and Nie Long are newcomers, and they are not so proficient in foreign languages, so they don't understand the meaning of Portugal. If Nie Long understands, they will explode again.

Yang Luo was very pleased, showing a row of white teeth: "Coach, their strength is very good, and I am also very confident that in the new season, they will definitely achieve very good results." After finishing speaking, Yang Luo looked at the court. Andy warming up, and Sandro resting in the rest area.

These are all good players who have come out of Portugal.

Today, everyone is here except Donggu, and a warm current passes through Yang Luo's heart. Although time can no longer be turned back, everything in front of him is still so beautiful.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense, the game will be played later, you go to work first," Portugal said and walked outside the field with Pires.

Ling Feng respects Yang Luo very much now, without Yang Luo's recommendation, he would not have come to Zhongneng, let alone stand here, so he is very grateful to Yang Luo in his heart.

"Yang Luo, we have to prepare well," Ling Feng said.

When Nie Long pointed at Yang Luo, his expression was very cold: "Yang Luo, remember, I will challenge you."

Yang Luo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever," he walked to the sidelines and sat up with Sandro.

In fact, Yang Luo was very curious today, what kind of level Ling Feng can play, and now there is another Nie Long.

Although Nie Long is a little arrogant, but his strength lies there. Among his peers in China, Nie Long dares to be the first, and no one really dares to be the second.

In a word, Nie Long has the capital of arrogance.

Speaking of arrogance, Yang Luo thought of another person, Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu's own conditions are very superior, he has body, speed, strength, and his golf skills are also very good, but this guy just has a stinky face and a personality that makes people spit shit, which makes Yang Luo a little bit None of them like him.

When he saw Zhao Hu before, he was a little scared, but now he can look at Zhao Hu's level without looking at him, thinking that he has left Zhao Hu behind long ago.

Yang Luo shook his head, feeling rather regretful.

Maybe Lippi saw Zhao Hu's unsociable character at the beginning, so he was not called into the national team. This guy, it's a pity.

(End of this chapter)