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Chapter 596 I Don't Go To Hell, Who Goes To Hell
Recalling yesterday's game, Yang Luo's expression became very ugly. The last shot was still fresh in his memory. If it wasn't for his extraordinary skill and lack of skill, he wouldn't have fallen in the end.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Luo's fall is a very normal thing in a football match, but in Yang Luo's eyes, it is just a sign of lack of skill.

Nana beside her was always observing Yang Luo's expression, and seeing that he was a bit lost and ugly, she probably had a sense of balance, she rolled her eyes, and said in a mischievous and cute tone: "Xiao Luo, you His skills are recognized all over the world, can you give Yang Luo some advice?"

Nana's eyes were full of anticipation. In the past six months or so, she didn't know if Ronaldinho taught Yang Luo football skills, but if he could learn half of his abilities, it would be enough for Yang Luo to become famous.

Xiao Luo shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "Of course, as long as he wants to learn."

Nana quickly glared at Yang Luo, "Yang Luo, why are you staring blankly, Xiao Luo promised to teach you something, don't hurry up."

Yang Luo was taken aback, knowing that it was Nana who was helping him, so he quickly nodded and looked at Xiao Luo, with a firm expression on his face, "Please give me some pointers."

"Do you know how I trained when I was a player?" Ronaldinho looked at Yang Luo and said.

Yang Luo shook his head. When Ronaldinho was a player, Yang Luo was still picking up junk in his hometown. He had never seen Ronaldinho play football. Even if there are videos now, he only saw his highlight highlights.

Seeing Yang Luo shaking his head, Ronaldinho picked up a ball next to him with his foot and started playing by himself.

Watching Ronaldinho continue to perform wonderful and difficult juggling, Yang Luo and Nana were dumbfounded.

These bouquet-like movements are usually nothing more than watching on TV, but now that Ronaldinho is standing in front of them, this shock makes everyone's goosebumps stand on end.

At the same time, it also showed Ronaldinho's superb and solid basic skills.

"You mean, no one has taught you extraordinary skills?" Nana asked curiously from the side.

"Basically, I researched it myself. To study a set of movements, I have to do it repeatedly. Some movements may be practiced thousands of times," Ronaldinho said while bouncing the ball.

Nana nodded, "It's called one minute on stage and ten years off stage. The truth is the same."

Yang Luo also nodded. Xiao Luo's words reminded him of something Ling Feng once said to him.

During the Campus Cup, in order to reach the national finals, Ling Feng once gave advice to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo remembers very clearly that stopping the ball has always been Yang Luo's shortcoming. However, Ling Feng demonstrated it himself and still remembered that it was a chest stop.

Ling Feng stopped very simply, and it looked very easy. Yang Luo thought it was very simple, but it was difficult to do it. Ling Feng said that he had practiced such a movement no less than a hundred times.

Therefore, everyone saw Ronaldinho's outstanding moves on the TV screen, but he practiced countless times in private.

"It only takes kung fu to grind an iron pestle into a needle," Yang Luo said.

"Yes, Yang Luo, you must work hard, I believe in you," Nana said with firm eyes.

Ronaldinho kicked the ball high, watching the ball fly into the sky, both Yang Luo and Nana looked confused, what was going on.

But the next moment, Ronaldinho's actions made the two of them gasp in amazement.

The ball landed firmly on Ronaldinho's shoulder, and Ronaldinho pinched it slightly with his face, as if the ball was sucked in. However, before the two of them were surprised, Yang Luo shook his shoulder, and the ball slid to his feet. Another kick, the ball Fly again.

The following actions, the two couldn't help but exclaimed.

The ball landed firmly at Ronaldinho's feet, light and crisp, without any sloppiness.

This made Yang Luo and Nana exclaim in surprise.

"Wow, god-level stop." Nana exclaimed.

Yang Luo was even more surprised, his eyes straightened. He thought that Ling Feng and Sandro's stoppage was already very good, but seeing Ronaldinho's stoppage was simply not at the same level.

Ronaldinho stopped the ball, glanced at Yang Luo, and suddenly brought the ball over: "Yang Luo, can you grab it?"

The fighting spirit in Yang Luo's bones suddenly emerged, and he rushed forward without saying a word.

But he couldn't grab the ball no matter what, Ronaldinho's extraordinary ability was simply too profound, every step Yang Luo couldn't predict, even the crotch was pierced by Ronaldinho several times in a row.

In the end, Yang Luo couldn't help but flew up to slide the tackle, but Xiao Luo didn't move, just flicked the ball, and Yang Luo flew out.

Seeing Yang Luo fell on the ground, Xiao Luo smiled, and suddenly, he made a bull tail.

This time, Yang Luo was stunned again.

"Actually, passing and stopping the ball is not difficult, it's just that you lack contact." Ronaldinho kicked the ball aside and pointed to the door of the house, "Demado prepared a gift for you, go and have a look."

"Gift?" Yang Luo became even more curious about what gift that alcoholic could give him.

Walking to the front of the house, a black plastic bag caught Yang Luo's attention. Under Xiao Luo's gesture, Yang Luo opened the bag and took out the contents.

Two sandbags that were much heavier than before appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"sandbag?"

Yang Luo was very surprised, obviously he didn't know what a drunkard meant, he already had a sandbag, so why did he give it to himself.

Did Demado get drunk? I have sandbags.

Ronaldinho smiled: "That's right, the sandbags on your legs can no longer bring you any improvement, so your training intensity has increased again."

Yang Luo was stunned for a moment, what does it mean that the training intensity has increased again.

"50 kilograms?"

Following Yang Luo's exclamation, the young players at the back of the room ran over curiously, chatting non-stop around Yang Luo.

Yang Luo wanted to die already. Now the two sandbags on his legs weighed 20 kilograms. Now that he didn't make a sound, he hung two 50 kilogram sandbags directly. Wouldn't that kill him?

"You can't run with this at all. How can you practice? Take it." Yang Luo felt that Demado was just playing with him. He was only a little over 130 kilograms in total, and he actually let himself hang a 100 kilogram sandbag. Then how to run.

A young player next to him took the sandbags curiously. Each sandbag weighed 50 kilograms, so as soon as he took it, the little player almost fell down, and his hands were tied to his legs with difficulty. Everyone was curious and took it. This little player exhausted all his strength, and his legs only moved a little bit.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The little player made a strenuous sound, his face was flushed, and finally he sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and then a few more young players wanted to try, but they all gave up in the end.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yang Luo looked reluctant.

"Is Demado trying to exhaust me to death, am I an iron man?"

Nana also looked surprised, but since this is what Demado meant, there must be a reason, she raised her head and looked at Yang Luo: "Yang Luo, if it doesn't work, try it, I think it will help you."

"That's right, how do you know it won't work if you don't try it?" Ronaldinho also said with a smile.

Staring at the two big sandbags on the ground, Yang Luo finally sighed: "If you die, you will die. If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

(End of this chapter)