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闵劲慢慢地向更衣室走去,微微低着头,额前挑染的几绺金发随着他身体的摇动而微微跳跃,有一点嚣张、有一点不羁,更多的是潇洒,头顶上是沸腾的呼喊着他名字的声浪,中间夹杂着清晰可辨的尖叫。就在数十分钟之前,面对着虽连折大将却依然气势汹汹的巴蜀军团,闵劲近乎残酷地在门前两度施手,他飞奔的身影后追随着狂热和沮丧两种目光,球衫上醒目的“7”号因为他挺拔的脊梁而变得强硬。“这小子真像贝克汉姆!”挑剔的沈阳记者掩饰着心中的欢娱装作无意地对身边的外地同行们说,眼里则闪着不容置疑的坚定光芒,回应他的是一排忙碌不堪的摄像机。贝克汉姆吗?闵劲低下头微微地笑了,有一点不认同、也有一点自豪,更多的是平静,金黄色的长发丝在额前潇洒地掠过,拥
Min Jin walked slowly to the locker room, slightly head down, forehead stained a few 绺 blonde hair with his body slightly jumped, a little arrogant, a little unruly, more chic, overhead Is the voice of his name boiled, with a clearly discernible scream in the middle. Just tens of minutes ago, in the face of even the general coup but still menacing the Balshe regiment, Min Jin almost brutally in front of two hands, he flew figure followed the two eyes of fanaticism and depression, the ball The striking “7” on the shirt became tough because of his upright spine. “This kid is really like David Beckham! ” Discerning reporter in Shenyang cover up the joy of the heart pretending to unintentionally around the field colleagues say, eyes flashing undeniable firm light, the response to his is a Busy camera row. Beckham? Min Jin bowed his head a slight laugh, a little disagree, but also a little proud, more calm, golden hair in front of the sketches,