218, the little handsome guy in the bar
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The bar is probably quite famous, as Ronshit has seen some familiar stars coming and going here β and don't forget, he's trained in the Chelsea Academy for two seasons, and in his spare time, you'll inevitably see some of the stars in TV and film.
Among those stars, he has even seen several Chelsea players such as captain John Terry, Ashley Cole, Nicolas Anelka, and Terry's friend and former team-mate Scott Parker, all of whom are big names in the city.
It's just that these Chelsea bigwigs didn't notice Long Shute and the others, they went straight to the bar with familiarity, and then brought a group of women of all colors with heavy makeup and big hips......
A man like Van der Vaart, whose wife is like a fairy, is naturally immune to these people, but the young and vigorous Blind and Eriksen obviously looked at it a few more times, and then the two of them stepped on the left and right feet of one of the guests......
"I'll go! fxxkοΌ β
Both feet are stepped on at the same time, even the best cultivated person can't help but be rude, not to mention that the other party is just a young man in his twenties.
Take a closer look, this young man who squatted down in pain looks quite handsome, with sparse eyebrows, with a little embarrassing stubble, and has a melancholy color, at least in front of the appearance of Van der Vaart, who was once known as "Dutch Xiaobei", he is not inferior at all.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the two "perpetrators" on Ajax's side hurriedly helped the handsome little guy to sit down on the nearest sofa, "Are you okay?" β
Van der Vaart looked at each other with some concern, because he was familiar with London, he knew the fame of this bar, in addition to sports stars, those film and television celebrities also often came and went here, these people's temper was obviously not too good, in case this young man came to a big fight, and then was photographed by the paparazzi outside......
That's a bit too bloody.
The handsome young man wiped the tears that came out of his pain and finally stood up slowly.
Long Shute suddenly felt that this handsome face seemed to be seen before......
He called the recognition function of the system, but the incomplete system could only tell him that this guy was not a football figure.
He didn't recognize each other yet, but the handsome little guy recognized them, only to see his gaze fall on Van der Vaart: "You are Rafael van der Vaart from Tottenham?" β
"Yes, hello, brother." Van der Fara nodded, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Since you're a fan, it's a lot simpler.
Unexpectedly, the little handsome man's face did not have the slightest look of idol worship: "I am a Chelsea fan. β
It's embarrassing......
Van der Vaart coughed, as a big brother, he still had to kick the juniors out: "My friends just accidentally made a small mistake, I hope you forgive them." β
The handsome little guy swept Eriksen and Blind the same: "They are also Tottenham players? β
"Uh, no, we're Ajax players." Van Basten answered for them".
"Ajax?" The other party quickly reacted, "Champions League final? β
A crowd of people all nodded.
"Very well," the other man smiled, "if you can beat Manchester United hard, I will forgive you!" β
A group of people laughed at each other: this is really a childish little handsome guy......
"By the way, I recognize you, you're Luis Suarez!" The handsome little guy slapped his thigh, "Captain Ajax!" β
Bucktooth Su couldn't help but bloom, and there was a little pride: he was the only Ajax player who was recognized!
Lonshit was a little depressed: I punched Real Madrid, kicked Barcelona, and Liverpool and Milan were sitting under my ass, and you little guy didn't recognize me?!
'Thank you for teaching Barcelona a lesson, as a Chelsea fan I hate them immensely!'
The handsome little guy even reached out and shook Suarez hard: "I'm Alex......"
"Nice to meet you, Alex." Su Xiaoya nodded reservedly, "If you have time, we invite you to watch our Champions League match at Wembley Stadium in three days, and we promise to do our best to beat Manchester United." β
"Thanks," Alex smiled, and then suddenly remembered something, "Do you have any tickets?" I forgot to buy ......"
A group of people looked at each other speechlessly.
Although the club will give each player a few free tickets as a participant, and the location is very good, whether it is to entertain family and friends, or to go out and make a small profit, it is up to the players themselves, but now that the game is only three days away, almost everyone will save their tickets until now......
Suarez was a little embarrassed, after all, he had just sent an invitation to the other party when he was full, but now he said that he didn't even have a ticket, isn't it a bit too embarrassing?
"How many do you need?" Vice Captain Long Shute stepped forward.
Alex thought for a moment: "If you can have four or five tickets, I will thank you very much, and of course, I will pay for it......"
"No problem, this matter is not too difficult for us," Long Shute smiled, "You give me a phone number, or address, and I will send it to you after training tomorrow afternoon." β
"Tomorrow afternoon?" Alex nodded and wrote down his phone number and address on a note, "But I have a music video to shoot tomorrow, you can call our home when you arrive, just say it's my friend......"
"I see," said Ronshette, glancing at the address on the note in the dim light, a well-known and wealthy neighborhood in the City of London, "I'll see you tomorrow." β
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"You don't have any extra tickets right now, do you?"
After walking out of the bar, Suarez asked a little strangely:
"And I think you've given it to goalkeeper Tony, and a couple of other representatives from the fan association, are you sure you can still get a ticket right now?"
"Of course," Ronshit patted Blinder on the shoulder, "whoever steps on someone else's foot will go get a ticket, and that's a very simple thing, right, Daley?" β
Blind Jr., the son of a sporting director...... Can't get a few tickets?
At noon the next day, Blind picked up a freshly printed ticket from his dad and gave it to his roommate.
Then he stretched out his right hand to Long Shute and rubbed it: "Where's the ticket money?" β
"You're not mistaken, are you?" Captain Long took the ticket with one hand, and knocked off his obscene right hand with the other, "I'll settle things for you, you don't pay for your hard work, and ask me for money?" β
Blind smiled: "You shouldn't have a crush on that handsome little guy, right?" β
Long Shute's eyes widened angrily, and when he opened his mouth, it was a big word: "Get out!" β
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London is indeed a cosmopolitan city and the largest city in Europe, but it is not as large as China's megacities.
After finishing the training, Long Shute casually stopped a taxi, and then it only took half an hour to arrive in front of Alex's neighborhood.
Of course, the rich man's community would not let him enter at will, and the security guard at the gate unceremoniously stopped the Chinese captain in casual sports attire.
Long Shute had no choice but to dial the landline number on the piece of paper, hoping that Alex's mom or dad would hear it......
Fortunately, the phone rang only half a minute before it was picked up, and a slightly lazy and beautiful female voice passed into Long Shute's ears along the wireless waves: "Hello? β
It's just that Long Shute has already had a very strange determination in his heart: those who generally have a particularly good voice are generally ugly......
So he didn't even have a little wave in his heart, and directly explained his intention: "I'm Long Shute, Alex's friend, is he there?" β
βLongβ¦β¦ ShotοΌ β
"Oh no, I don't call it a long shot, although I'm a football player......" he expertly explained to the other person, because something like this has happened so many times that almost everyone jokes like this when they hear his name.
"Soccer players?" The other party was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "I know, you wait a minute, I'll call the doorman......"
Long Shute saw that the phone in the guard room rang quickly, and then the doorman, who was still very unkind just now, became friendly in an instant, and he politely opened the main entrance of the community and invited Long Shute in.
With the guidance of the doorman, he quickly found Alex's residence.
A three-story luxury villa, surrounded by empty lawns within a few dozen meters, and there are no signs along the way, if there is no one to guide him, he is afraid that he will need to wander around here for a long time to find ......
ββ¦β¦ Miss Wotzen's home is this one, Mr. Long, please. The doorman nodded at him, and then turned around and left.
The doorman's accent was so strong that even Long Shute, who had lived in London for two and a half years, could only vaguely hear a rough idea.
The door was opened early, but as a Chinese representing 1.3 billion compatriots, Long Shute still politely rang the doorbell.
"Come-in......" came the slightly lazy voice from within.
Ronshette pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Typical British style, simple but with a unique personal taste, it can be seen that the owner of this house is rich but not extravagant......
When you have the money to buy a big house, maybe you can ask Alex or his family to help you design a home style?
Thinking so, Long Shute followed the voice he had just heard to the living room, and then he couldn't help but stop.
It was a 21-year-old young woman, with blonde hair sprinkled casually on her shoulders, reflecting a faint halo in the afterglow of the setting sun, willow-like eyebrows slightly upturned, a pair of brown eyes that seemed to always contain a puddle of water, only a light layer of makeup on her face, and a little freckles were faintly visible on the sides of her nose.
And then......
It was the corner of the mouth that was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the air.
"We're meeting again, Chinese player, Mr. Long Shot."
In the face of such ridicule, Long Shute couldn't help but shake his head:
"Yes, we meet again, Miss Emma Watson."
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It occurred to me that I needed a little referral ticket