<h4>Chapter 316: A Sunny Holiday Part 2</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Shania giggled and turned to sit up.


    Twain got up and adopted a posture of inviting Shania to take his hand by reaching out. Shania was also verydylike when she held out her hand for Twain to hold. “Are we going to dance, sir?”


    “Oh no, just taking a stroll, mydy. As for dancing...” Twain grinned. “I’m afraid I’ll step on your feet.”


    “Even the blind lieutenant colonel could dance the tango well!”


    “Who was that?”


    “The leading man in Scent of a Woman. Have you have not watched it, Uncle Tony?”


    Twain recalled a Hollywood film called Scent of a Woman in which the film’s star, Al Pacino, portrayed a blind lieutenant colonel. This role won him the 1993 Academy Award for Best Actor. The scene where Pacino held a beautiful youngdy to dance the tango in the hotel was a ssic among the ssics.


    He scratched his head. “Of course I’ve seen it. But I can’t bepared to Al Pacino.”


    “But you look a little alike!”


    “An older man version of him?” Twain rolled his eyes.


    Shania smiled and ran away.


    “Let’s race, Uncle Tony!” She stood in front and waved.


    Twain looked around the strolling crowd and cleared his throat. “That’s silly.”


    “Uncle Tony...” Shania looked at him and Twain put his hands up in surrender.


    “All right, it’s good to exercise asionally... Wait till I catch you, you gonna pay for this!” Twain suddenly dashed. He wanted to catch Shania unawares. But, he forgot he was on the beach. He could not exert much force on the soft sand. It waspletely different from running on the firm ground. He immediately lost his bnce and fell forward to the ground. He even ate a mouthful of sand andid on the ground, coughing non-stop.


    Shania was in stitches. Unlike Twain, Shania grew up in Brazil and yed on the beach. She had a natural instinct for how to run on sand. Twain got up from the ground and continued to stumble after her. She skipped ahead like a small rabbit and even had enough spare energy to stop and tease him.


    The young girl ran easily ahead and turned back tough from time to time, while the middle-aged man struggled to follow with his hands and feet at the back. It was a sorry sight. This was somewhat of an odd scene on the beach, which attracted many people’s attention. But Twain did not care. He did not feel like his actions would look stupid. It was enough that Shania was happy.


    Tired of running, Twain sat on the beach. Even as the sea water rushed up to dampen his swim trunks, he just waved his hands weakly. “No, I’m not running anymore. I’m exhausted!”


    Shania turned back with a grin and sat with Twain in the sea water. “Uncle Tony can’t get up.”


    “Hey, to say a man can’t get up is the biggest insult to him!” Twain replied as he gasped for air.


    “Why?” Shania was puzzled.


    Twain had responded with a joke that had a Chinese undertone that foreigners might not understand. He could only beat around the bush to exin “That means a man can’t...”


    That exnation was worse than no exnation. Shania was more confused.


    “Can’t do it means can’t ...um, it means a man is...” Twain said in a low voice.


    Shania cocked her ear as she heard him. She covered her mouth and pretended to be shocked as she eximed, “That’s not decent!”


    Twain was a little embarrassed and suddenly gave a sharp cough to hint that they should stop discussing the subject. He quickly found something to distract him. There was arge crowd in front of them and they were shouting strenuously.


    “What is going on?” He pointed ahead and asked Shania beside him.


    Shania nced at it. “Beach football.” She knew that Twain’s addiction to football had reared its head again.


    And sure enough, Twain got up and walked unsteadily towards the crowd, “Let’s take a look.”


    Shania just pouted as she followed. She suddenly felt a little bit jealous of football.


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    Ahead of him was a beach football game that could be seen everywhere in Brazil and in Rio de Janeiro. There was no referee and nomercial sponsorship. It was just three or five good friends arranging to y with several other people in an open space on the sand. They would use clothes or shoes to create the goal and start the game with a football.


    This scene wasmon in the feature clip which introduced Twain to Brazilian football. This was a special feature of Brazilian football, or it could be said to be a ir of Brazilian football. ying football in the soft sand for a long time helped to enhance the yer’s physical flexibility and bnce, as well as his explosive force. The famous star yers in Brazilian professional football were often good at beach football. And here, regardless of whether they were men or women, the skills that they disyed amazed Twain.


    The yers who participated in this match had no distinction of age, gender, or upation. Children, women, and old people could all y. Anyone here could basically put the Forest team to shame with their footwork.


    When Twain squeezed in, a game was already over. The losers would step off and the new team on the sidelines would step up to challenge the winners. It was quite like a single-elimination tournament, where the winner stayed on till defeated.


    Although Twain’s football skill was lousy, he liked to watch people y. This was not an upational hazard as a coach, but his hobby as an ordinary Chinese football fan before he had transmigrated to Ennd. He critiqued others in his mind as he watched people y football. Why did he keep hisments to himself? Because he was afraid that it might cause a dispute if he said them aloud. He was always harsh.


    Among the five new yers, a tall young man caught Twain’s interest. He focused all his attention on the man because he felt that the person looked familiar. But he could not recall who the man was.


    He could only stand on the sidelines and observe the person’s every movement in the game.


    After ying for ten minutes, Twain suddenly smacked his forehead. He remembered!


    Kepler Laveran de Lima Ferreira!


    If anyone thought that that long andplicated name sounded too unfamiliar and had never heard of it, then he had another name which would be familiar to all gamers who had yed FM 2007 before.


    Pepe.