"This little rookie is really lucky!"

The game was over, looking at Fan Bizhuang who was celebrating with his teammates on the court, the little old man Juan chuckled and shook his head, and took a sip of tea comfortably. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He is an old fan now, and in terms of his years of watching football, Fan Bizhuang is indeed extremely lucky, since he came on the field, the performance has been mediocre, but he did not expect that a cross at the last moment directly caused Villarreal's goal. Although in the eyes of many, Riquelme's ingenious omission was the key to the birth of this goal, the fact is that the ball came from the feet of Van Bizhuang, and the assist data could not be escaped.

A fledgling little guy, a rookie who doesn't care about anyone, but in essence becomes a key figure in the game, it's not good luck, what is it?

But none of this has anything to do with the little old man, whether Fan Bizhuang's performance is good or bad, Juan doesn't care, he just sighed a few words, put down the teaglass, and slowly walked into the bedroom.

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At this moment, in a restaurant in another city, a middle-aged man dressed in a waiter costume is standing under the LCD TV in the lobby, with a happy smile on his face.

On the LCD screen, Fan Bizhuang, who was wearing a yellow jersey, still had a cold face, Nihat was talking with a bitter face around his neck, and the players around him were all laughing heartily.

"Although there is an element of luck, but Fan, you have really stepped into the circle of the top professional arena after all!"

The middle-aged man is naturally Contrares. Molina, he looked at the familiar face on the TV and was silent for a long time.

After returning to the Basque Country, Molina, who had already lost the opportunity to work for Athletic Club Bilbao, did not return to Villarreal to find Van Bizhuang after settling down with his family, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found a job in his city.

He has no other life skills, so he has to find a job similar to that of the bottom of society, and he now works as a waiter in a French restaurant, which is not a profession he loves, but the income here is not bad, and he can occasionally get a lot of money, at least, enough to support him and his daughter.

"Contrares! Damn, what are you doing there, hurry up, the guests at table 3 are waiting to be served, you get over to me immediately! ”

Not far away, such a voice sounded, and a big fat man with a fat brain was roaring at him.

He was the lobby supervisor of this restaurant, that is, Molina's top boss, this was not a good-natured person, he had a loud voice, he was mean, and the waiter of this restaurant was never humiliated by him.

The same is true of Molina, but he is not a bloody young man anymore, the edges and corners that have long been smoothed by society have taught him patience and restraint, although the other party's roar made him feel a sense of humiliation, but Molina still only responded lightly: "Here it is, sir." ”

He raised his feet and walked in the direction of the back kitchen, but before leaving, he glanced at the screen behind him again, and the young man's expression was still unwavering, as if he only wanted to do what he wanted to do, and nothing else could move him.

"That's good, Fan, be your truest self, and I hope you can keep doing this."

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"It's over! The game is over! Villarreal finally won 3:2 against the incoming enemy at the Love Song Stadium! ”

"It's really a game full of twists and turns, from leading to falling behind, and the last-minute kill, it's like a Hollywood action drama, thrilling!"

"The absolute protagonist of this match is the Argentine classical midfielder Román. Riquelme! One pass, one shot, and one brilliant flash of inspiration, he completely dominated the game! He has to be the best player of the match! ”

As the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, several commentators also made "final speeches", and the Love Song Stadium was boiling again, and the fans were cheering, singing, and praising and admiring their players with their voices.

The cameras off the pitch were also busy, and they focused their cameras on the meritorious players in the Villarreal team in this game, including Riquelme, Nihat, and Pires...... There is no Fan Bizhuang.

He's just a newcomer, an insignificant little character, and there's no presence in the center of people's attention.

Journalists are also in high spirits, they are ready, Villarreal players are celebrating on the pitch right now, and when they come down, they will immediately rush towards their target and get their first-hand information.

"It's really thrilling to win, I thought we could only get one point, ha, it's okay, it's finally a win!"

"Well done, Roman! You're the absolute protagonist today! ”

"Kach was not bad, he scored a crucial goal in the last minute! But...... I said Kach, isn't it chilly down there for you right now? ”

"Hahaha! Don't talk to him now, I guess Caher wants to die at the moment! ”

The teammates got together, or clapped and laughed, or encouraged each other, making trouble, and the topic was pulled to Nihat, who ripped off his pants in front of the camera, and pointed at Nihat, who lightly scolded himself for being a "fool", and a group of people were about to laugh crazy.

"Laugh what a laugh! Haven't you ever seen a bird this big? Do you have one? Do you have one? If you don't accept it, let's compare! ”

Nihat's face is indeed quite shameless, and he is going to tear off his pants again, pulling his teammates to compare with them whose bird is bigger.

The big guy's cheekiness is not as good as his, so he has to hold back his laughter and scatter.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards, they still want to be bigger than birds with me, let's go to the next life!"

Having driven away his unscrupulous teammates, Nihat looked like a victorious general, swaggering up his trousers and grabbing his arm.

"Little rookie, you can be regarded as making him miserable today! It's worse than last time! ”

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Nihat's face pulled down again, and he was so depressed, "I said you rookie, you are rotten if you behave, why did you suddenly explode at the last moment as if you had taken medicine?" and kicked such a beautiful pass, even if I wanted to deliberately fail to score, it was impossible, so close distance, I didn't dare to release the water. Alas, alas, it's really faceless now. ”

Fan Bizhuang glanced at his crotch and nodded, as if praising him: "It's not bad, it's not too small." ”

“……”

Nihat almost fainted, this bastard boy, I'm talking to you about something I'm depressed about, why are you mentioning this thing? I don't think I'm ashamed enough, do you want to play me to death?

Nihat made a gloomy and fierce look, trying to scare Fan Bizhuang and let him know that the result of pit himself was very serious, but Fan Bizhuang patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the stands not far away.

Nihat looked at him suspiciously, then his eyes lit up and he ran over.

The fans in the stands had not yet dispersed, most of them were female fans, and a group of girls were waving and screaming at Nihat in the night wind.

"Kach! Kach!! Your bird is so big, I love it to death! ”

"My body is hot, Kach, I will be yours tonight if you want to!"

"Here's my phone number, remember to call me, Kach! On this beautiful night, let's study this big bird that can be big, small and retractable, shall we? ”

For a hungry ghost like Nihat, the shouts of the sisters are like an intoxicating sound, and he is not ashamed to lose it at this time, like a fly seeing.

"I knew that Lu Bird would have such an effect, so I would have taken off my pants a long time ago, MD!"

Nihat's face showed lewdness. Zo's smile, obviously, he was already fantasizing about the wonderful ecstasy of this night.

Fan Bizhuang walked straight back to the players' tunnel, along the way teammates and coaches greeted him, some followed him on the shoulder and praised him for a good job today, and some reporters with long guns and short guns, but they didn't pay attention to Fan Bizhuang, just looked at it slightly, and then turned their eyes on star players such as Riquelme and Pires.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care, went straight back to the locker room, made out with the Spring Festival for a while, and then re-entered the players' tunnel with the Spring Festival.

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Conterra came out of the visiting dressing room to change and was immediately startled, and a large dog was sitting on the ground with his eyes puffed out, shaking his head and tail.

"Whose dog is this? Damn, there are still people who bring pets here in this competition venue, and the security guards here are all eating. , no one cares? ”

Contra yelled in frustration, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would make some drastic movements, so that the big dog in front of him would mistake it for a provocation, and if he was bitten by a dog here, it would be really funny.

"Spring Festival."

A voice came from the front, and the big dog wagged his tail and turned and ran, only to realize that a young face was directly in front of him.

Contras settled down, he naturally knew the owner of this face, and more than ten minutes ago, the two were still entangled with each other on the field.

"Your dog?"

Contra licked his lips, he hadn't forgotten that he had repeatedly provoked him on the court just now, and at this moment this little rookie came over with a big dog, what did he want to do? Seeking revenge? I'll it! It's a big joke!

He was really frightened, he was a tough guy on the court, but in life, he was extremely afraid of dogs, because he was chased and bitten by several vicious dogs when he was a child, and since then he has left a psychological shadow.

"You, you ......"

Contra cringed and pointed at Fan Bizhuang, wanting to say a few hard words, but Fan Bizhuang ignored him, walked straight to him, and reached out to push his fingers away.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you." Fan Bizhuang said lightly, glanced at the Spring Festival, and then turned his head to look at him, "Even if I want to trouble you, I won't let the Spring Festival help, I like to solve problems with my fists." ”

Although the words were bland, it was precisely because of this blandness that Contra actually felt a trace of coldness. He didn't speak, just looked at Fan Bizhuang, waiting for his next step.

Sure enough, Fan Bizhuang continued to speak.

"I just wanted to tell you one thing, didn't you ask me what nationality I am from?"

Fan Bizhuang smiled lightly, but his expression was extremely solemn and serious: "Remember, I am Chinese!" Decent Chinese! ”

With that, turn around and leave.

Contra stood still, believing that for him, this face, this sentence, would always be engraved in the depths of his heart.