"How unusual is it? Tell more." Stones was gossiping, leaning in.
"It's just unusual," Agüero joked, "Recently, after training in the morning, I passed by the dical room and saw Gracie Sea sitting inside. I asked her why she hadn't gone off work yet, and she smiled bitterly saying she couldn't leave as she had to give Tang Long a massage therapy. This has happened several tis."
"The club should pay Miss Grace overti," Stones said.
"That's nonsense. Her dad's the mayor; she wouldn't care about a little overti pay," Agüero smirked, "She's happy, you see. She just loves doing therapy for Tang Long. If it were soone else, you'd see if she'd do overti."
Stones suddenly understood, clapped his forehead.
"That's why! No wonder once after training I went looking for her to cup , and she shrugged it off as being busy, telling to go straight to the Chinese clinic in Chinatown. Turns out all of Gracie's ti is given to Tang!"
In the locker room, everyone responded with a collective "Wow~" of wonder.
Captain Kompany shrugged and smiled, "Not surprising, who's asking Tang to be handso and play well? You guys shouldn't be jealous."
...
By the dressing room corridor window.
Gracie frowned deeply, eyes full of worry. She raised her hand to lightly tug on Tang Long's sleeve, motioning for him to move aside a little.
"What's up?"
Tang Long looked puzzled. At this mont, the team situation was very good.
West Brom was on the field like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to fight back, and he had already scored two goals, reveling in the joy of the ga, he couldn't fathom why Gracie was so tense.
"Play cautiously in the second half."
Gracie slightly raised her head, her pale soft hand slowly lifted, gently brushing Tang Long's brow bone, a gesture full of concern.
"You just played Bayern a few days ago, and this hasn't fully healed. Those West Brom defenders are typical English-style, quite rough in their play. If you piss them off, they'll definitely go hard on you. If an elbow swings and your brow bone gets hit again, it could really be trouble."
Tang Long froze slightly, instinctively looking at Gracie.
Her sapphire eyes, under the corridor lights, were like deep lakes, shimring and bright, very beautiful.
His mouth subtly turned up, revealing a relaxed smile, saying:
"No worries, if the brow bone breaks, it breaks. It's not the first ti. I'm tough, not scared. Besides, you're here, your dical skills are so great, you'll surely heal ."
Gracie's face instantly darkened, eyes full of urgency, her tone also more pressing.
"You, how can you not take this seriously! Repeated fractures of the brow bone can lead to bone overgrowth."
"Look at Manchester United's Eevee, his big crooked nose, as a dical student I can tell his nasal bone must have repeatedly fractured. Even if it recovers later, it'll be crooked, affecting appearance."
She paused, taking a deep breath, softened her tone, and continued: "We've basically secured the League Champion, no need to push so hard. You're still young, many days ahead, don't leave hidden troubles for your body because of impulsiveness."
Hearing these words, Tang Long felt a warm current rising in his heart, involuntarily putting his hand on Gracie's shoulder.
On the field, people often focus on their own effort or scoring numbers, but Gracie was the only one concerned about his tiredness.
"If I get disfigured, if my brow bone grows crooked, will you not like anymore and stop doing therapy for ?" Tang Long half-jokingly said, with a hint of tease in his eyes.
Gracie's face instantly flushed red, she pursed her lips slightly and gently pushed Tang Long's hand off her shoulder, giving a soft scold: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried you'll get injured again, affecting the upcoming Champions League match against Atletico Madrid."
Just then, Guardiola's figure appeared at the locker room entrance, he briskly passed by the two, inadvertently glancing over.
"Alright, no more chatting, the boss needs to discuss tactics." Tang Long glanced at the locker room door, then looked at Gracie, left the words and quickly walked towards the locker room, his figure soon disappearing inside.
...
Second half.
Manchester City, firmly in control, actively slowed down the pace of attack.
Tang Long clearly was playing cautiously, seemingly mindful that his brow bone hadn't fully recovered, he intentionally avoided physical contact with opponents, finding gaps. First, he reciprocated with a peach throw, using the outside foot to pass over Evans' head, with Bonazzoli heading a bounce-shot into the goal;
Then finally at the front, acted as a springboard, responding to Kolarov's cross from the left with a header flick, Agüero continued with a header relay, sending the ball into the net.
When the referee blew the final whistle, the score was fixed at 4:0.
Seeing Tang Long unhard, Gracie also let out a long breath, picked up the dical box, smiled, and left the field with colleagues.
Viewers in the live stream were satisfied too, closing the match.
-[Thrilling, this match was really thrilling, another 4:0 victory!]
-[Though Tang Long didn't score in the second half, these two assists were splendid, with two goals and two assists surely being the man of the match again.]
-[I suspect Tang Long's ho is packed with man of the match trophies. If he wants to send one, I'd happily cover the postage~]
-[Manchester City has really hit its stride in recent months. The players' collaboration is becoming more and more skilled; Atletico should watch out.]
-[Manchester City's success this season is inseparable from Gundogan, Mkhitaryan, Diego, and others, especially Gundogan, his enigmatic passing from midfield completely freed Tang Long.]
-[This is a good thing, although Tang Long is also very strong in midfield, a team's most crucial player is definitely a scoring striker!]
-[Agüero can step back, Tang Long is undoubtedly Manchester City's top output point this season!]
On the bus leaving the stadium, many teammates actively high-fived Tang Long to celebrate with him.
"37 goals! You've scored 37 league goals now!"
"Temporarily leading C Luo by 4, don't worry, that Portuguese guy doesn't stand a chance."
"Winning the European Golden Boot, are you gonna treat us to dinner?"
Gundogan "sternly" criticized Mkhitaryan and Diego.
"What about helping with Tang Long's assists as promised? Look, even Bonazzoli assisted!"
Mkhitaryan and Diego both awkwardly scratched their heads, saying they'll definitely assist in the next ga.
In reality, it's no bla to them, because after listening to Gracie, Tang Long withdrew a bit, left the penalty area, drawing close to Bonazzoli and Agüero, making these two more likely to score than himself.
This harmonious atmosphere also made Guardiola, sitting at the front of the bus, smile frequently as he looked back.
He thought: "These kids, when facing Atletico, you better bring your league performance, definitely don't make it as thrilling as the Bayern match."
Just as Manchester City players conclude the match and head ho.
At Spain's San Mas Stadium, ho of Athletic Bilbao.
C Luo was just exiting the player tunnel, about to start his second half.
During halfti, his good friend Marcelo already reminded him that over in the Premier League, Tang Long scored two goals.
"Cristiano, the gap between you two is now 4 goals; you better be careful, don't let the Golden Boot slip away!"
C Luo gritted his teeth, nodded, fists slightly clenched. His face was brimming with an invincible confidence.
The aura all around him was powerful, if you got near C Luo, even within 10 ters you'd feel the hot blaze from him yearning for every honor.
"Relax, I lost to Suarez last season, this year I won't lose to anyone again!"
Marcelo laughed, and whispered to Benzema beside him: "Get ready, the drama begins; our Portuguese Super Saiyan is about to explode."
...
Tang Long returned ho, quickly freshened up, sat in front of the computer watching videos for a while, then wanted to sleep.
Just as his head touched the pillow, before closing his eyes, Ronar called.
"What are you doing? I'm about to sleep." Tang Long complained.
On the other end ca the rhythmic beat sound, no need to think, Ronar must be out partying at the nightclub again.
"Sleep, at your age, you still think about sleeping?"
Ronar's voice faintly ca from the phone, audibly it's amidst loud music, Ronar's yelling through the sound.
"La Liga here, C Luo put on a hat-trick twenty minutes into the second half, now he's just one goal short of catching up to you!"
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