Chapter 132: Deng Kai's Kiss Smells of Fresh Grass (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Because the "Caesar" was shown on the big screen by the director.

He waved and signaled to the fans, exuding the aura of a superstar, just as indifferent as he looked when she saw him in the woods.

His gaze was firm, sweeping over the players from Netherlands, like a cheetah ready to hunt at any moment.

This was a ferocity Hathaway had never seen in the humorous, witty, polite, and encouraging Deng Kai.

Strange and familiar.

Caesar and Deng Kai.

This moment infinitely overlapped.

It was him!

It really was him!

Hathaway felt a warm rush through her body.

They had met.

But not in the stands, it was between the stands and the field!

Peep!

The whistle blew.

The match officially began!

"Oh! It's intense today! The midfield battle between Netherlands and Portugal is especially fierce."

"He who commands the midfield commands the world."

"It's a struggle between Van der Vaart, Sneijder, Viana, and Deng Kai!"

"Deng Kai is brought down by Sneijder!"