i'm a superstar

Chapter 194 Yeah!Miraculously, it still works!
"Friends of the audience, hello everyone, you are watching the second round of the UEFA Champions League round of 16, Chelsea's match against Inter Milan at home."

From the TV in the hotel, there was a pleasant voice of the narrator.

He went on to say: "Now, the game has been going on for more than ten minutes. What is surprising is that Inter Milan, which is good at attacking, gave up the attack in this game and completely handed over the ball to the opponent Chelsea."

"Ah! Look, look, it's Abu, the Russian rich man Abumovich, he, he also came to the scene today."

"It's not surprising that Abramovich came to the scene! In the first round, Chelsea lost so badly away. Abramovich came in person. It seems that Ancelotti's coaching position is a bit dangerous."

"Yes, I heard that Abramovich is a boss who is very good at firing people. If Chelsea can't win this game, it is estimated that Ancelotti's coaching position will also be lost."

"Hey, your boss is really ruthless, and he will jump up to the head coach at every turn, isn't it just a loss, as for?" Seeing this, Zhang Han sighed.

"What's the point? Look at Real Madrid, they change their head coach every year!" Zhukova laughed disapprovingly.

"I understand. You are learning Real Madrid's business strategy. As long as you don't win the championship, change the head coach."

"Hmm!" Zhukova nodded without denying it.

"Good shot! Good shot! This ball is broken beautifully!"

While the two were talking, the court suddenly became lively, and the commentator roared.

"Mumtari! Muntari is beautiful! As one of Inter Milan's double midfielders in this game, his performance is still very stable."

"Yes, Inter Milan's steal formed an opportunity for a quick counterattack."

"Quick, this counterattack was too fast, Muntari passed it to Sneijder, Sneijder passed the ball, and just, tore apart Chelsea's defense, Quaresma received the ball and dribbled forward. "

"Ah! It's such a pity that the ball was crossed by Quaresma, Balotelli, Balotelli's head was a little bit straight, and it was thrown by Petr Cech."

In the 15th minute of the first half of the game, Inter Milan made a steal from the back and got a good offensive opportunity, but their luck was a little bit worse. Balotelli's header was saved by Petr Cech, and then, the side Terry made a big kick and cleared the ball.

"Ah! This ball can't be regarded as a clearance, it should be regarded as a pass. Terry's big foot directly found Drogba in the frontcourt. Now, Inter Milan failed to counterattack. Instead, Chelsea counterattacked and was caught off guard."

"Drogba hit the ball. A header passed the ball to Ballack. The German didn't stick to the ball. He passed the ball through. The ball went through the entire defense line of Inter Milan. Anelka became a one-handed player."

"Chelsea, Chelsea played too fast, too succinctly, with just three passes and the ball went to the most threatening area."

"Anelka, the Frenchman went one-on-one, he took the ball straight to the goalkeeper."

"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!! Anelka was too calm, shot a low shot, the ball went through Cesar's fingers and went straight to the left post."

"Beautiful! We scored again!" Zhukova slapped Zhang Han's thigh excitedly and shouted.

faint!Zhang Hanxin said, without making a sound, turned over and pushed the excited woman under him.

"You, what are you doing?" Zhukova yelled.

"The sky is turned upside down, you dare to hit your husband." Zhang Han said angrily.

"When did I hit you? You are only allowed to shoot me, but I am not allowed to shoot you? It's not fair, it's sex discrimination..." Zhukova argued plausibly.

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Zhang Han leaned over and blocked her mouth.

After finishing the work, Zhang Han carried the woman to the bathroom for convenience and took a quick shower. When he returned to the room again, the score had become 3:0.

"Look at you, look at you, just missed a wonderful goal.", being hugged by Zhang Han, like a child, Zhukova blushed and looked even more charming, and said angrily .

"It's okay, we'll take care of it while we're doing business."

After not seeing each other for several months, Zhang Han was fascinated by the turbid comfort, and wished he could stick to the woman all the time. He put the woman who had just showered on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then jumped onto the bed himself.

"You bastard!" Zhukova said softly.

"This goal is also very exciting! No wonder Ancelotti will send Deco, the Portuguese is still very good at organizing attacks."

"Why do I feel that Inter Milan seems to have changed the team! Chelsea's goal came too easily."

"YAY!!! WOOOO!!!"

Hearing the narrator's nagging, Zhukova celebrated with showing two jade lotus-like arms.

Zhang Han was very angry, the effect was very serious, he got up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Zhukova asked when she saw Zhang Han walking up and down the room, as if looking for something.

Zhang Han searched for a long time, but couldn't find what he was looking for, so he turned his face and asked, "Where is my mobile phone?"

"Why are you looking for a mobile phone?" Zhukova was even more strange.

"Call those boys, if they are scored again, I will flay them alive when they come back." Zhang Han said viciously.

"Haha!" Zhukova laughed, sat up from the bed and stretched out her arms, "Come on, my little husband, are you starting to get nervous?"

Zhang Han ignored her, and continued to search in the room, including the messy clothes thrown on the floor, but he couldn't find the phone.

"Don't look for it? Have you forgotten?" Zhukova smiled.

"What?" I was so confused by Zhang Han's face.

"You really don't remember? Last night?" Zhukova asked, shaking with laughter.

"What?" Zhang Han still looked confused.

"Look here?" Zhukova barely held back her smile and pointed to a goblet on the table in the middle of the room.

"Ah!" Zhang Han was surprised to find that his own Moro was taking a bath in the goblet on the table right now!
"How is this going?"

Zhang Han rushed over directly, and pinched out the motorcycle soaked in red wine with the screen glowing red with two fingers.

"You said your mobile phone is waterproof, I said no, and then you put it in." Zhukova laughed with a little pain in her stomach, stopped laughing, and pursed her lips.

"Oh my god! It's really a mistake to drink!"

Zhang Han yelled, found a tissue from the room, and hurriedly wiped his phone.

"My dear, come on! The game has started again." Zhukova cried out on the bed.

"Here we come!" After wiping the phone in twos and twos, Zhang Han climbed back onto the bed and covered his naked lower body with the quilt.

"Ah! Miraculously, it can still be turned on!"

Leaning on the head of the bed and turning on the phone, Zhang Han exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)