King Bayern

Chen Mu understood that they were fans of 1860. Chen Mu had only heard stories about the confusion between rock stars and fans, and it seemed that the same was true in the football circle.

"It seems that the chaotic private lives of those Premier League stars reported by the Sun should still have a shadow."

"Chen Mu, they are big fans of the team, so I don't need to say anything else."

After speaking, Mark showed an expression that you understand, Chen Mu immediately shook his head, "I don't understand anything, Mark, I only drink, otherwise I will leave immediately."

Mark was stunned. He had seen a lot of players in private, but it was the first time he saw Chen Mu like this. Of course, Chen Mu also liked beautiful women, but he only liked Helen and Elena. The "player bus" has no interest.

"Okay, let's drink then."

Mark brought out two drafts of beer. In German bars, they are all of the super-large type. Those who have watched the Oktoberfest should know.

"If it's a man, just do it in one go, okay?"

Chen Mu smiled slightly, the man can say anything, but he can't say no, so he picked up a cup, only heard the gurgle, Chen Mu drank it in one go.

"sharp."

Mark couldn't be more cowardly, he raised his head, and downed a glass in one breath, "Have fun, Chen Mu, are you really sure you don't want those girls to accompany you? I've seen a few of them, and they look pretty good."

"Hehe, it's really unnecessary."

Both of them drank three cups, and Mark couldn't take it anymore. He really didn't expect Chen Mu to be so powerful.

"I didn't expect the Chinese to be so powerful."

"Hehe, I came from Munich since I was a child, so I can be regarded as half a Munich man."

"Forget it, I really can't drink," Mark raised his hands in surrender.

Chen Mu smiled slightly, "Mark, have you ever drank baijiu?"

"Vodka?"

"No, Chinese baijiu."

"What do you mean?"

"For example, Moutai and Wuliangye."

Mark was shaking his head like a rattle as if he was listening to a book from heaven. Chen Mu said, "Then come with me, and I'll buy you a drink."

When he came to a local Chinese supermarket, Chen Mu bought a bottle of Wuliangye, "If you can make a bottle of this, I will take it for you."

Mark is not stupid. If this thing dries up a bottle, he will go to the hospital. "You drink first."

Chen Mu took the attached paper cup, poured a little by himself, and then took a sip. Mark frowned, "Is this thing drinkable, you have that expression on yourself."

"I'm enjoying it so much."

"Why don't I believe it?" Mark thought to himself.

Chen Mu gave Mark a small half cup, "I'm so emotional, I'm bored."

Hehe, Mark smelled it first, and it was quite fragrant, so he took a sip boldly, and then without any accident, Mark's face changed and he stuck out his tongue, "It's not good, it's not good."

"Hahaha," besides preserved eggs, another kind of Chinese liquor that Westerners are not used to.

"Mark, if you're a man, let's drink half a bottle, do you dare?"

Mark's temper was like that, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare, I will."

So there were two strange wines on the streets of Munich. After drinking, Mark blushed and staggered when he walked.

"Mark, let me ask you, who is on our team and those girls...you know."

Chen Mu estimated that some people in 1860 should have "fell". Although Mark was staggering, he laughed, "I can't say that."

"cut."

"Actually, this is quite normal. There is no fuss. Those big clubs are even more chaotic. Haven't you read the gossip newspapers?"

"Seldom seen."

Chen Mu found that after chatting with Mark, his impression of this person changed. This is not a big boss. At least he has a good grasp of what can be said and what cannot be said. In this way, Chen Mu can rest assured that Mark is his own friends.

When parting, Chen Mu stretched out his hand, "Mark, will we be friends in the future?"

Mark held his hand up, "Of course!"

On September 9st, the European transfer window came to an end, and Rooney became the king of transfer bids this summer with 1 million euros.

The first two weeks of September are game days, but for a team like 9, basically no international players are taken away, so it has become a valuable opportunity for additional training and adjustment.

For Chen Mu, the good news is that another Chinese has returned, that is, Shao Jiayi who returned to 1860 after finishing his vacation after the Asian Cup.

Now Chen Mu has integrated into the team, but he is still used to sitting with Paul and Lenz when eating, and it is not a small group, but he feels that he has more conversations with these two guys.

But today there is one more person, that is Jiayi.

"We finally met. I saw your name on the Internet every day when I was in China."

When participating in the Asian Cup, Jiayi still pays attention to 1860 all the time, and watching 1860 news online every day is a compulsory course.

"By the way, do you really have that tattoo?"

Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves, Jiayi gave Chen Mu a thumbs up, "Niuuuuuuuuuu."

Paul asked: "How about the Asian Cup?"

"It's a pity, it's almost there."

Chen Mu also paid attention. The Japanese team defeated the Chinese team with a handball, and the Chinese team was a glorious defeat.

"Brother Shao, the game against Iran was soul-stirring."

Jiayi clapped his hands together, "That scene was really cool."

"Shao, maybe we will fight next time."

Unexpectedly, Jiayi asked blankly: "Aren't you unable to even enter the Australian national team?"

puff.

Chen Mu held back for a while, but finally laughed out loud, while Lenz didn't even hold back, Shao Jiayi wondered, he had no intention of speaking.

Paul looked unhappy, "There are still four years, I will work hard, okay, when Viduka, Kewell will have to substitute for me."

"Why don't you go to heaven," Chen Mu said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Shao Jiayi made up for it at this time, "I watched the video on the Internet, it seems that you can't play the game in 1860."

"Hahaha."

Paul picked up the plate, "I want to break with you, the three of you are bad people."

The three continued to eat, Paul stood still and did not leave, "Damn, if you don't keep me for a while, then I really want to break up the relationship."

Lenz waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Unexpectedly, Paul sat down, "Well, I forgive you, we are still good friends."

Chen Mu was no longer surprised. After all, there was a shameless originator in the family. At this moment, Hassler came and told everyone a bad news that sounded like good news.

"This two-week international football match day, our 1860 team will go to the Alps for special training!"