After Ye Chen calmed his mood, he sat down on the large deerskin sofa in the living room.

He looked at the instep of his foot and only felt that his foot was itching.

Picked it, still felt itchy.

"If only there was a football, I'm dribbling now, I really want to have a ball and try the foot feeling!"

Ye Chen is a training maniac, and when he was in the training base, thanks to the configuration of a giant club like Inter Milan, sufficient training facilities, and countless footballs, he could provide himself with training.

Therefore, Ye Chen's home does not have any football-related training facilities.

Not a single football.

Actually, this is not surprising.

Ye Chen lives in a high-end apartment in the San Siro area, not a villa with a single courtyard.

Some players live in villas, yards of three or four acres, build a small futsal field, in their spare time, with family and friends, and even their own dogs, playing ball on the grass, quite comfortable.

But the apartment does not have such conditions, even if it is a high-end apartment, it is impossible to build a football field for you to play at home.

Ye Chen scratched his head, thinking that he would not wait until he arrived at the training base tomorrow and try it again when he was training.

However, he always felt itchy.

His gaze looked at the unopened roll of toilet paper on the table.

Or do you want to try it with him?

Toilet paper is wrapped in light plastic wrap and looks easy to fall apart.

Ye Chen found the tape, wound it four or five times up and down, left and right, and tied the toilet roll.

Then roll the paper like a football and start tossing the ball!

Ye Chen was wearing slippers, not football boots, it stands to reason that it was not very good to flip the ball.

However, when the toilet roll ended the slippers noodles for the first time, Ye Chen felt that he had a score in his heart!

It was at that moment that the falling roll paper was gently bounced up like a football!

Click, click, click, click, click!

The football tumbles up and down, the sound of tape rubbing against the upper, regular and rhythmic, does not make it look like a roll of toilet paper.

"Hahaha, interesting!"

Ye Chen became more and more excited, and he turned three or four hundred with his feet in a row, and then with a little force on his toes, he turned the ball a little heavier, and he used his knees to start tossing and turning.

Toilet rolls, although wrapped with tape, do not fall apart, but the shape is still a regular cylinder.

Compared with the ball of football, the cylindrical roll has sharper boundaries at the upper and lower ends.

As soon as the sharp border touches the instep, an irregular rebound force is generated, which bounces off!

However, the roll paper was under Ye Chen's feet, but it was like a round sphere, no matter where it touched the instep, it could bounce up steadily, and there was no sign of bouncing off.

This is naturally due to the fact that after Ye Chen's dribbling was upgraded to 105, he had the most heaven-defying ball sense in world football, and he could always find the most suitable time to touch the ball!

Ye Chen was shaking, and there was a banging sound outside the door.

Don't think, it must be Barrera who came to visit the door!

This kid, when others came to Ye Chen's house, they all rang the doorbell politely, but Barrera never saw outside, and used to smash the door with his fist.

"Ye Chen, open the door, things are bought, open the door!"

Barrera's rough voice came.

Ye Chentuan was happy, he didn't want to stop, so he went to open the door while tossing and turning.

"Hey, I bought all the eggs and noodles you want from the Chinese supermarket, let's eat egg burritos tonight... Well, how do you toss the ball at home??

Barella carried a plastic strap and stood curiously in the doorway.

But in the next second, he found the clue.

Ye Chentuan is not a football, but a bucket of toilet roll!

"Yo, you kid still has two strokes, is this to learn those Internet celebrities who juggle balls!"

Barrera entered the door with a smile, put the eggs and flour in the bag on the dining table, and looked at Ye Chentuan toilet roll with interest.

The main midfielder of the Italian national team, usually on the court, also likes to play some unconventional juggling moves, such as scorpion tail swing pass, heel bumping, etc., the ball feeling is first-class stick.

Therefore, I am quite interested in Ye Chentuan's action of sanitary paper.

"Yes, the ball sense is good, at least dozens of them, you can!"

Ye Chen gave him a blank look

, "Laozi turned more than six hundred, you didn't see it!"

"More than six hundred, you brag about you!"

Barrera pouted.

Toilet rolls are not football, is it so good?

As a professional player, if you want to talk about the upside down ball, if you don't play fancy bump ball, it's so honest and upside down, as long as you don't feel tired, it's no problem to breathe a thousand.

But to say that the upside-down paper can be hundreds, Barrera felt that Ye Chen was bragging.

Really, I haven't usually played Orange Ball?

Although the tennis ball is small, it is still a sphere, and it is easier to control than this cylinder.

"Okay, then I'll start counting now, and you can give me five hundred to see!" Barrera didn't think so, and took out her mobile phone to record Ye Chen.

Ye Chen kicked the toilet roll onto the sofa.

"No upside-down, no difficulty, no fun!"

Barrera raised her middle finger at Ye Chen with a look of disdain.

"Just pretend you, I know you can't turn a hundred!"

He took out flour and eggs from the bag, "You said yesterday that you would make me a Chinese gourmet egg pouring flatbread, I brought you everything, how to make it, it's delicious, is this thing delicious, is it delicious in hot pot?" When

Ye Chen saw the egg that Barrera took out, he rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh!

"Bring me this egg!"

"For you, I bought it from a Chinese supermarket."

Barrera handed Ye Chen an egg.

Just as he was sitting at the dining table, frowning, and looking at the Chinese research on the flour bag, a strange sound sounded in his ears.

It was a slight, but very clear sound.

Barrera turned his head and froze instantly!

"Ah - what are you doing!"

An egg was on Ye Chen's feet raised back and forth, rhythmically bouncing, falling, bouncing, and falling again...

Ye Chen was actually tossing eggs!

The fragile eggshell made contact with the surface of Ye Chen's slippers, making the sound that it was about to shatter, but it did not shatter.

Because every time the egg fell, Ye Chen did not directly give it a counter-action force to bounce it up like a toilet roll paper.

Kicking like this is fine for toilet rolls and footballs, but for eggs, it will undoubtedly smash its thin shell!

I saw that when the egg fell, Ye Chen's instep followed the direction of the vertical fall of the egg, and at the same time pressed down, which was equivalent to a cushion that unloaded force, dragged the egg, and then gently raised it and threw the egg to a high position on the chest.

The fragile egg, at Ye Chen's feet, was obedient like an ordinary football!

This set of movements flows smoothly and looks like it has been practiced for many years.

It's not like playing with a ball, it's like a superb acrobatics!

Barrera watched in horror from the side!

He was afraid that if Ye Chen was not careful, he would kick the egg to pieces.

It's not that I feel sorry for the money for this egg, this money is nothing to a player like them.

But Barrera was extremely nervous, as if the egg was a bomb, which could explode at any time and blow up a foot of egg liquid!

"Lie down, be careful, be careful, don't break it!"

"Slow down, slow down, you're crazy you, it's awesome, how did you do it?"

"I'll give you a video, you insist, it's awesome!"

Barrera quickly took out her mobile phone, opened her own background homepage of the social software, squatted on the ground, approached Ye Chen, and carefully recorded Ye Chen.

Ye Chen glanced at Barrera's trembling hand, "Stay away from me, don't hit the egg with your mobile phone!" "

......

“998,999,1000！"

As Ye Chen turned the egg to 1,000, Barrera ended the 10-minute video with a shaking finger and hit the stop button.

Ye Chen was also tired, so he held the egg in his hand and put it on the table to rest.

Barrera grabbed Ye Chen's egg, looked left, right, and shook it up and down twice.

Then slap it on the table!

Haw!

The pale yellow egg liquid splashed his chest!

"Vozh, really eggs, real eggs!"

Barrera glanced at Ye Chen with the eyes of looking at the alien, and then immediately uploaded his video screen to social software, @ Bastoni, Lukaku, Lautaro and several other well-connected teammates in the dynamic.

[God, I witnessed a miracle, you guys come and see, Ye Chen actually turned the egg again! ] 】

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