Ye Yifeng was exhausted.

It wasn't long before I got on the plane from Milan and fell asleep.

I was confused when I got off the plane because it was the second half of the night, and the team simply found a hotel to stay as soon as they entered the city.

He fell asleep when he entered the room.

When he woke up again, he realized that he and Griezmann were sleeping in the same room, each with a bed.

After taking a shower, he picked up his phone and turned on it and looked at it. His inbox exploded.

Any number that can be saved in the address book sent him a message congratulating him on winning the championship.

What’s inexplicable is that there are strange numbers who send a congratulatory message and sign it: Pep Guardiola.

Who knows if it's a spoof?

Among the coaches, Penafiere's former coach Miguel Reil, Ranieri, Diet Black Gold, and some assistant coaches who have worked well with each other.

Many former teammates in Monaco and Wolfsburg also sent text messages.

He responded patiently one by one, and as for his family, it was very peaceful. Anyway, they only needed to read the news to know where they were.

At this time, Saul sent him a text message.

"Are you awake?"

Ye Yifeng directly replied to the phone.

Three minutes later, he went to open the door.

Saul and Coke tiptoed into the room.

He looked at Griezmann, who was still sleeping in the bed in the room.

"Are you two thieves or are you going to be a flower-picking thief?"

Cork made a quiet gesture to him.

Saul took out a small plate from the back that was held in the palm of his hand, with two kinds of seasonings on it.

Ye Yifeng frowned and said, "Why are you doing with mustard and tomato sauce?"

Saul whispered in Ye Yifeng's ear.

Ye Yifeng looked at Griezmann who was still sleeping on the bed and shook his head, "No, you are playing too much. If he is mentally fragile, this shadow will accompany you for the rest of your life. No, no!"

Saul and Cork were very surprised, but he didn't expect Ye Yifeng to disagree.

Of course Ye Yifeng disagreed.

He slept in a room with Griezmann.

Saul and Cock had to apply mustard on Griezmann's anus and apply some ketchup on the sheets to create the illusion that Griezmann was left behind.

This is on the 17th floor. If Griezmann is too excited and opens the window and jumps down, who can hold on to his speed and coquettish running position?

Take a step back!

He accepted it, he woke up, who was the fucking responsible for the second half of his life?

Saul and Cork had no choice but to give up.

Ye Yifeng had to warn them.

No matter how much you play, no matter how much you make a fuss.

Don't joke about Kikube!

I guess it was because I was so excited to win the championship that I had such a crazy idea of ​​pranking.

Saul settled for the second best, intending to apply mustard and tomato sauce to Griezmann's face.

hehe.

Ye Yifeng was invited to join. Ye Yifeng had just taken a shower and didn't want to get dirty, so he shook his head and refused.

They had a lot of fun playing, and gently applied the tomato sauce and mustard on Griezmann's face with a smile.

After finishing painting, he proudly took his cell phone and took a picture of Griezmann's big face.

As soon as they turned around, their smiles froze.

Ye Yifeng was sitting on another bed and recording the video on his mobile phone.

"Hello!"

Saul was anxious.

Ye Yifeng calmly put away his phone and said, "Don't think of lying on me, I have evidence."

Ah snee!

Griezmann was probably stimulated by the smell of mustard. He sneezes several times and opened his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, and then put the tomato sauce into his eyes!

Plop!

He screamed and fell to the ground!

"I can't see it! Ye Yifeng! What did you do to me?"

Ye Yifeng had to step on his butt and said, "Don't look up, be careful to hit the cabinet, follow my instructions, and lie down and don't move."

He took a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table that he had drunk half of his mineral water from getting up and handed it to him, saying, "Wash your eyes by yourself, move less, stop touching the mustard anymore."

Saul and Kok carefully stepped out of the room without making any noise as possible.

"Mustard?! You're going too far!"

"When you can stand up and talk to me, then discuss who is too much."

After Griezmann cleaned up the seasoning on his face, Ye Yifeng took out his mobile phone video and proved his innocence.

After reading it, Griezman looked at Ye Yifeng suspiciously and asked, "Why don't you stop them?"

Ye Yifeng replied naturally: "Because I want to watch the fun."

"you!"

"Look, why are you targeting me? If I hadn't taken this video, wouldn't you believe me? It's so sunny. If I hadn't blocked them, you would have been huddled in the corner of the bed, holding the quilt and screaming."

"Screaming? Why?"

"You try to squeeze some mustard into the Kikube to see if it will make you crazy and make you scream."

Griezman swallowed, feeling scared.

Those two bastards are so cruel?

When he went to the restaurant for dinner, Griezmann was unceremonious and attacked directly from behind, squeezing his hands and bag of salad dressing into the collars of their two people.

Saul and Cork turned around almost at the same time, and the last bit left was squeezed on the faces of both of them.

The picture is too beautiful to look at.

The other teammates and coaches couldn't help laughing, and many of them had obvious wretched smiles.

Griezmann, who had a good time, was very happy.

Saul and Cork dared not speak out.

If they are in trouble, they will definitely suffer.

Ye Yifeng was very satisfied with watching.

Oh.

If you often walk on the mountain road, you will encounter a tiger.

Being too bad for being a human being is buried early!

Deserve it!

Pack up your things and carry your backpack and go downstairs to check out.

Ye Yifeng was holding the championship trophy in the hotel lobby, thinking that when he was leaving the hotel, he must hold the trophy handsomely with one hand, and his smile should be in line with the beautiful weather today.

But when he saw Carrasco playing with the championship medal, he frowned.

Medal?

Yes, where is my medal?

He turned his head and asked Griezmann.

"Did you see my medal in the room?"

Griezman took out his medal from his pocket and hung it around his neck, shook his head and said, "My is here, I haven't seen you, so don't try to steal mine."

Ye Yifeng was sure that there was no medal in his bag. He remembered that the medal was still on his neck when he was on the plane in Milan last night!

When I woke up, the medal disappeared?

Damn it!
To be continued...