However, in the Netherlands team, if you De Jong dare to take the stage, I van Persie must outshine you. Robben sang German folk songs, I Sneijder must sing Italian rock.
No worries about the event not coming together.
Someone stuck close behind Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen immediately widened his eyes.
No way!
This pressure, and the height of oppression, he knew without turning around it wasn't Lily.
Better not be some player's wife.
Spain didn't even make Huang Kaiwen sweat.
But at this moment Huang Kaiwen was really panicking.
Damn.
If this isn't handled well, no need to play the finals.
He slightly tilted his head.
Smelling the familiar perfume, Huang Kaiwen breathed a sigh of relief.
He quietly pulled Shakira away.
After all, today the players are sleeping with their teammates, a coach being amorous would attract resentment.
"Why are you here, the finals' performing guest?"
"No, I'm a guest spectator."
Shakira said as she touched a pipe.
