Tomorrow is the day when the house is agreed to be delivered, and it is also the day when Sun Fengyang wants to send money to Debola.

In the evening, Sun Fengyang called Debola and invited Rongguang and Debola to stay at his house for a while.

Glory naturally has no objection.

Deborah's debt problem has been resolved, so he doesn't care about other things anymore.

Where to live is not?

So Sun Fengyang didn't ask Rongguang at all, but asked Debola directly.

What he was worried about was that Deborah would refuse or hesitate.

Unexpectedly, Debola agreed very frivolously: "Thank you, Mr. Sun."

Sun Fengyang was stunned for a moment before he realized.

"Well, you are Godot's daughter. Godot is Rongguang's agent, I am Rongguang's friend... so we are friends too." After Sun Fengyang said that, he felt that this relationship was really intriguing.

If you can say "You are the girlfriend of glory", then all the problems will be solved.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this.

After discussing the specific time of arrival, Sun Fengyang hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Debola walked to Rongguang's bedroom door, knocked on the door frame, and said to Rongguang who was writing a letter at the desk, "Mr. Sun asked us to stay at his house for a while."

Rongguang raised his head and glanced at Debola: "Oh."

Debola was a little surprised that he accepted it like this.

"Where is not living?" Rongguang spread his hands, "And it's better to live with the little fairy. I can ask him for advice at any time, and someone will accompany me to practice."

Debola is already very familiar with how Rongguang practices these days. In her opinion, this Chinese boy has only competitions and training in his mind. Sometimes she is really curious. Does this seventeen-year-old boy have no need to fall in love and find a girlfriend? Is he not interested in entertainment programs that Brazilian young people like at all?

Although she had read the diary left by her father, Debola still felt that she had no idea about Rongguang.

"Let's have a break today."

After saying that, Debola turned around and walked into her room, then closed the door.

Rong Guangtou didn't raise his head and continued to write: "...Sister, we are moving, so don't send a letter to this address in the future. I can't receive it... This summer, I promise to go back to see you and your parents."

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Rongguang had a dream, dreaming that he was running in a place where he could not even tell what it was. He ran very fast, very fast.

Then he heard Godot's voice coming from behind: "Rong, run slowly, wait for me."

He looked back and found that Godot was far behind, almost unable to see the small ones.

The fat man supported his knees with both hands and panted.

Rongguang hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran back to find Godot.

But as he ran, suddenly his feet were empty

"Dong"

Rongguang fell off the bed.

Then he suddenly found a severe pain in his legs...

This feeling made him feel terrified, as if his legs were no longer his. He couldn't help but scream.

The most important thing for a professional player is his legs. If there is a problem with his legs, his career will be over.

Rongguang sat on the ground, trying to stand up, but found that he couldn't do it.

He grabbed his right leg with his hands, staring at him tightly, as if he wanted to see the musculoskeleton and nerves below through the surface of the skin...

For a moment, many bad thoughts came to my mind.

A player, just when his career was on the right track, encountered such a blow...

He yelled again unwillingly.

At this moment, the bedroom door was twisted open.

Debola, wearing pajamas, appeared at the door and turned on the lights in the room.

"What happened?" She also felt a little panicked in her tone, obviously she was very scared by Rong Guang's two sounds just now.

"My legs..." Rong Guang said with a painful expression.

Only then did Debola notice that Rong Guang's hands were holding his right leg hard.

"What's wrong with your legs?"

"The calf... hurts..." Rong Guang couldn't even say anything painful.

Debola walked in quickly and grabbed Rongguang's right leg: "Where does it hurt?"

"Calp..."

Hearing this, Debola lifted Rong Guang's right foot and pressed it against her belly. She turned her feet to ninety degrees with both hands, and pressed her toes down with force.

After repeated several times, Rongguang soon stopped feeling pain.

"So amazing...why is this?"

Debola threw down Glory's legs and let his heel hit the floor directly.

"It hurts so much" Rongguang screamed again, and he rubbed his heels hard.

But Debola pretended not to see it: "It's just a cramp."

"Cramps? Just cramps?" Rong Guang was a little unbelievable.

"Of course." Deborah nodded.

"But why do I get cramps?" Rongguang couldn't figure it out.

"Because your body is developing, haven't you noticed that you have grown taller?" Because I read the diary left by my father, Debola is still clear about some basic situations of Glory. For example, she knows how tall Glory was when she first came to St. Paul. At that time, this kid was less than 1.6 meters tall. Now...

Rongguang climbed up from the ground half-believingly and stood in front of Debola.

Debola found that her eyes had to be slightly raised before she could see the cluster of hair on Rong Guang's head.

I am 1.75 meters tall, which means that the glory should be at least 1.78 meters tall.

It's only been more than a year, and it's been more than twenty centimeters...

Rong Guang walked around Debola and walked straight to the wall next to him. Then he stood with his back against the wall, and he asked Debola: "Where am I now?"

Debola went to the table to grab a pencil, then walked to Rongguang, reached out to draw a line on Rongguang's head.

The two were very close at this time.

Rong Guang kept his upright position, Deborah was right on his front, pressing one hand against the wall on the side of Rong Guang's head, and holding the pen with the other hand, trying to determine the position above his head.

She raised her chin and her pink neck looked particularly long at this time. The wide collar of her pajamas was torn apart, revealing her collarbone.

You can even vaguely see the groove inside... the towering chest is closer to him.

This position looks strange and a bit ambiguous. It's like Deborah is lying on Rongguang's body.

Because he focused on doing things, Debola's mouth opened slightly, her plump lips wrapped around her teeth, and her pink tongue tip was looming inside.

The tip of her nose spitted out warm moisture and sprayed onto her glorious face.

Her cheeks, neck, chest, arms... every corner of her body exudes a sweet smell, like a large fruit candy.

He suddenly remembered that when Debola pressed her legs just now, his feet were pressing against the other person's belly. His feet felt soft and softer than the best turf, making his feet almost sink in and unable to pull them out again.

For some reason, Rongguang felt his heart beat faster than before.

He couldn't help swallowing, and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Fortunately, Debola quickly determined the position and then drew a line on it with a pencil. The whole process took only a few seconds, but Rongguang felt that it seemed that it had been a long time.

Debola had just stepped back, and Rongguang also walked out of the wall. Then he turned his head and looked at the wall. There were already many lines similar to this one on this wall.

Debola pointed to the wall and said, "The one on the top."

It is about three or four centimeters taller than the next one.

The glory was drawn by Godot, or except for the top one, all the lines below were drawn by Godot.

From the beginning of his arrival in St. Paul, these lines recorded all the efforts that Glory had put into this unfamiliar place.

His strength is increasing, his position on the court is becoming stronger and stronger, and his height is gradually getting higher.

Rongguang still remembers the situation when Godot drew the first line for him. The fat man, who was 1.9 meters tall, bent down. Because his belly was too big, he struggled to determine the height, and then drew a thin line to mark his height.

After finishing the painting, he comforted the glory of being depressed because of his not high enough height: "It doesn't matter, Rong. Football is not a sport that requires too high height. Maradona is only 1.68 meters tall, and is also one of the best players in the world. The king of football, Pele, is only 1.7 meters tall."

Glory came back to his senses and pointed to the top line: "How high is this..."

Debola went out to get a tape measure and then measured it on the spot.

The number on the tape measure is "179".

It's 1.79 meters tall, even higher than what I predicted.
To be continued...