Just after playing football, Da Tou walked in front of the members of the "Veteran Team", covered in sweat. Da Tou simply took off the white Real Madrid jersey that was soaked in sweat and mixed with dirty black ball prints.

I used to wring out the sweat on my clothes hard, and the sweat was like a trickle on the ground. I wringed out the jersey and simply threw the clothes on my shoulders. My upper body was bare. Looking at the strong muscles on my body, I knew that my big head was still intact.

It was a good habit to like to exercise when you were a soldier.

The big head led the "veterans" football team towards the exit of the viewing platform where Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu were. The players were all veterans who had just retired from the army a few years ago and liked sports. They were about 20 years old, and each of them was a long-term player.

Along with Datou, I naturally became very familiar with Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu.

"Brother Ping, Lao Ding, come and give me a hug!" Da Tou joked, covered in stinking sweat. He just opened his hands to greet Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu. The two looked disgusted and quickly moved away, their movements faster than monkeys.

All the veterans burst into laughter and shouted, "Brother Ping, Brother Qiu!"
Chapter completed!