Fan Bizhuang said goodbye to his teammates at the gate and told them that he would not be participating in a match against a local college amateur team in a few days and that he would be returning to his hometown. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just an excuse, in fact, he's going back to Villarreal, the two-month holiday goes by quickly, the new season is approaching, the time for the squad to assemble is imminent, it's time for him to leave.

For him, he completely treats this amateur team as an insignificant station in his life, and there is no emotion, he is just a passerby, coming and going in a hurry.

Teammates don't know that he left, there is no chance to come back, for him can not play the next game with everyone, all feel very sorry, these nearly two months, everyone has long been accustomed to his charge on the football field, the Royal Football League has recently become famous in the amateur world, most of the credit is from Fan Bizhuang, he left, everyone is really not very used to it.

His teammates spoke up, some expressing reluctance, some asking when he would return, and others telling him that they would win the game and celebrate together when he returned.

Fan Bizhuang just smiled faintly and nodded, then waved to Mr. Lars, the coach of this amateur team, and turned around to leave.

Mr. Lars is clear about the identity of Fan Bizhuang's professional player, and Enrique did not hide this when he asked him, so he knows very well that Fan Bizhuang's departure is a real departure and will never return to this small place.

Thinking about it, he sees Fan Bizhuang's ability and level, and he is not at the same level as the players in the amateur league, and this small team can't accommodate him as a dragon at all. He didn't tell the other players the true identity of Fan Bizhuang, he knew what he did, he didn't know what he was, for them, Fan Bizhuang was just a passerby in his life, and the two were not in the same world at all.

"Even so, after all, we've been together for two months...... I wish you all the best, Van and hopefully you will be seen on TV every weekend in the future. ”

Mr. Lars sighed in a low voice, but his expression was a little stunned, and he saw a small player chasing in the direction of Fan Bizhuang's departure.

The young player's full name is very long and is called Francisco. Roman. Alakong. Suarez, everyone affectionately calls him Isco, not only because he is young, but he is also a very talented good seedling, with outstanding skills at his feet, although he is in an amateur team, but his ability is not bad, it is said that there are already many semi-professional and even professional club scouts are paying attention to him, except for Fan Bizhuang, he is a veritable second star in the Real Football League.

"Fan, are you leaving?"

Isco panted and chased after him, a little out of breath because he was running too fast, but his eyes were clear, and he looked fixedly at Fan Bizhuang, who was nearly two heads taller than him.

Fan Bizhuang stopped and looked at him as well. The big boy in front of him, who was nearly four years younger than him, was the most eye-catching player in this short station, although he was not very old, but he was really good in all aspects, and if he was trained, he might really be able to gain a foothold in the professional football circle.

However, whether the other party has potential or not has little to do with him, he will not be idle to change careers to become a scout, or recommend him to the club, everyone has their own way to go, he is just walking on the road, for others, he is not qualified to point fingers.

"Hmm."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, in response to his question. There was a wind blowing, and the long hair that had not been taken care of for two months was blown up by the breeze, flying scattered, Fan Bizhuang took out a hairband from his pocket and put it on his forehead casually, fixing the long hair.

This casual scene made Isco's eyes brighten, and there was undisguised admiration in his eyes. In fact, in this team, there is no one who does not worship Fan Bizhuang, although Isco thinks he is also a little genius, but in front of Fan Bizhuang, he can't raise the slightest arrogance, Fan Bizhuang will blow him up in all aspects, he will also regard the other party as an idol, while imitating, chasing.

But apparently this is not a good time for fans to become and scream, and Isco has not forgotten his purpose of catching up. His heart was a little gloomy, he was very smart, Fan Bizhuang said goodbye to the big guy, and he faintly felt that this was a real goodbye, a goodbye, and it was likely that he would never see him again.

"You...... Will it never come back? ”

Holding on to that glimmer of luck and hope, Isco asked uncertainly, with hope in his eyes, hoping to hear the answer he wanted.

The result disappointed him, and Fan Bizhuang shook his head.

"My vacation is over, Francisco, I need to go back to where I need to go."

After a pause, Fan Bizhuang looked at him and continued: "You are a very good player, keep working hard, maybe you can become a real professional player. ”

After saying this, Fan Bizhuang stopped speaking, nodded, and turned to leave.

"Can you tell me where you should go back?"

Isco's shouts came from behind him.

Fan Bizhuang continued to walk forward without looking back, his long hair fluttering in the air: "If you want to follow in my footsteps, you can come to Valencia District to find me." ”

The figure faded away, disappearing at the end of the horizon, and Isco still stood where he was. He clenched his fists tightly and whispered in his heart: "Valencia? I'll go to you, Fan, you're my idol and I want to fight side by side with you! ”

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"Welcome!"

There was a "bell bell bell ~" at the door of the bar, the sound of wind chimes shaking, the wooden door "creak~", someone pushed it open, Fidel, who was holding the newspaper in front of the bar, didn't need to look up, he knew that a guest was coming, greeted casually, and continued to read his newspaper.

A tall and thick figure appeared in front of him, Fidel finally raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him slightly, and pointed to the note posted on the wall: "If you want to drink, do it yourself." ”

This kind of understatement of service attitude made Andrew's eyelids twitch a little, and he felt a little resentful in his heart, but he still did not forget the purpose of his trip, he asked in a very calm voice: "I heard that Fan lives here, so I want to ask, ...... him"

Fidel picked up the newspaper in his left hand and pointed to the corner diagonally behind him with his right hand: "There it is." ”

Andrew's eyelids twitched again, and he looked up to look over there, the oriental boy he was looking for was staying in the corner, and there were two figures sitting next to him, his eyes were bright, and his bad mood was gone, he politely thanked him, and walked quickly over there.

"Another ...... Is this the fourth of the month, or is it the fifth? Alas, I can't remember exactly...... But again, a poor man who has been rejected, tsk. ”

Fidel muttered to himself happily and continued to read his newspaper.

After Fan Bizhuang returned to Barcelona, the place where he lived was naturally Tongs, and in the past two months, Fidel met many people who came to Fan Bizhuang, and these people all had an identity, that is, scouts, and the purpose was naturally self-evident.

It's just the result...... Tsk, do you still need to ask? Fan Bizhuang is a professional player in the top league, and it is strange that he can be interested in these amateur or semi-professional teams.

In the corner, Fan Bizhuang sat around Enrique and Villanova, talking softly. Enrique is very talkative, basically he is talking about it, and Fan Bizhuang and Villanova, the two cold-faced demon kings, are almost all listening to and singing a one-man show, and they make two "hehe" sounds from time to time, which is not cold.

"By the way, Fan, the opening of the new league season is not far off, and Villarreal's training camp is about to start, right?"

Enrique asked suddenly, and Vilanova looked at Fan Bizhuang, who nodded.

"I invited you here today to say goodbye to you, and tomorrow I plan to leave for home."

Enrique drank the liquid from the wine glass in one gulp, nodded and said, "It's okay, you walked out of La Masia, you can't lose face for me and Tito, you have to perform well in the new season." ”

Villanova also nodded: "Good luck with you." ”

Villanova is such a personality, almost two sides of the same mirror as Fan Bizhuang, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be looking at yourself. For his cold response, Fan Bizhuang didn't care.

"Don't worry, in the past two months, I feel that I have made a lot of progress, the new season will definitely surprise you, and when the time comes to return to Barcelona, it will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Enrique laughed and scolded: "How do you say this, life is better than death? Do you still want to score against us? ”

"Can't you?"

Fan Bizhuang's rhetorical question left Enrique speechless, but the corners of Villanova's mouth arced.

"Fan, I'm looking for you, I'm Andrew, we met this afternoon, I ......"

At this time, a calm voice suddenly sounded, Andrew had already walked over, he originally wanted to send an invitation to Fan Bizhuang again, but when he got closer, he saw the two people sitting around Fan Bizhuang clearly, and his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't say anything.

Louis. Enrique? Tito. Villanova?

How did these two Barcelona coaches get here? Still sitting with his target, what is the situation?

Could it be that Oriental No. 9 has already attracted the attention of Barcelona, and he was cut off by Barcelona? (To be continued.) )