Inside the bus in Barcelona, it is quiet at the moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The players were all sitting in their seats, some with their eyes closed, some with headphones on, some whispering to each other, and some constantly looking out the window at the crowd - around the bus, from time to time there were fans from small towns leaving the stadium, and without any accident, almost everyone would raise their middle fingers and curse loudly as they passed by the bus.

For the game that has just ended, the mood of the Barcelona players is very entangled. On the one hand, the team fought back from two goals down to eventually equalize the score, and although they couldn't get three points, they came out in a difficult situation, which was another level of victory.

On the other hand, everyone felt that this draw was a little less "glorious", and after the game, most of the players watched the scene that happened on the field, and they all knew that Busquets's performance was out-and-out, which made most of the Barcelona players feel a little shameless - who are they? They are the great Barcelona, when do they need to win games in this way? It's a shame!

Many of the players had ugly faces, and some people threw reproachful glances at the back row from time to time, and Busquets sat there with no expression on his face and was silent.

Busquets doesn't know what kind of mentality he is in at the moment, is he happy or lost? Gladly, he had finally taught the demon a lesson, and though the means were not so glorious, the result was good; And the loss, well, is not so much loss as fear, both afraid of the possible revenge of the madman, and afraid that the fans passing by outside the bus will suddenly go berserk, rush into the bus, drag him out and beat him up - as for the blaming eyes of his teammates, whether intentional or not, he naturally filtered it, even if his behavior was despised, but the team was able to maintain its undefeated in the end, and his credit was not small.

Yes, it's the credit, what others think, he Busquets doesn't care, but that's what he thinks.

If he weren't still in a small town at the moment, Busquets would definitely be very proud to share the good news with his friends, in the former La Masia, Fan Bizhuang was a demon-like existence, and there was no one who could make him suffer. And he, Busquets, has done it now, this is the capital worth showing off, and he can imagine the reverent gaze that his friends have projected at him when he returns to Barcelona.

Bojan sat next to him, glanced at Busquets, whose expression was constantly changing, but there was always a smug look between his eyebrows, shook his head, did not speak, and turned his head to the side.

This made Busquets a little frustrated, Bojan was also promoted from the reserves, it can be said that they were all members of the demonic oppression, originally he thought that Bojan would give him a thumbs up, but he didn't expect that the other party kept silent about it, and even wanted to deal with him at all, which made him feel a little angry.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, Kolkic?"

Busquets said.

"Why should I be happy? The team didn't win the game, it was just a draw, and it was in the middle of the game, and it was in the middle of the game, is it worth the gaunting and bragging? Bojan snorted back in an unkind tone, but still didn't turn his head, as if responding to Busquets's impatience.

"You ......"

Busquets pointed at Bojan a little angrily and was about to say something more, but Messi, who was sitting in the back, stopped him.

"Don't make a fuss, Sergio, Kolkic might be a little uncomfortable. Let him be quiet for a while. ”

Messi said lightly, he glanced at the silent Bojan, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart, not only that Bojan was uncomfortable, but he was not happy enough. He is a proud man, and Bojan is also a talented player in all echelons of La Masia, and he is also extremely proud, and in a way, the two men are very similar in temperament and personality, and have the same view of things.

It is undeniable that there are "grievances" between them and Fan Bizhuang, and they both want to embarrass each other. But that kind of embarrassment is to beat the opponent with strength on the football field, but everything that happened in this game is special...... What's the matter? Not to mention that they didn't win the game in the end, and even if they did, there wasn't much to be commended.

Busquets opened his mouth, stopped talking, and finally turned his head unwillingly, and snorted heavily.

At this time, Bojan suddenly turned around.

"Leo, I suddenly have a bad feeling."

Bojan said this, pointing out the window, on the corner of the street in the distance, a group of young men and women suddenly appeared there, each carrying a box in their hands, and the fans around the bus left with their middle fingers up, this group of young people was more like going up the current, approaching the bus quickly.

"It's ......"

Looking in the direction of Bojan's finger, Messi also felt that something was wrong, in Europe, there are often fans who lose their minds to do some radical behavior before or after the game, and today's game, it is obvious that the people in the small town will not be too satisfied, they have the motive to retaliate. And such a group of very eye-catching young people, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bad comer.

"Hasn't Coach Josep come back yet?"

Messi yelled at the bus driver, noticed that the young man not far away was getting closer and closer, and suddenly shouted: "Not good! Quick, drive! ”

But it's too late!

Someone was already about to walk to the edge of the bus, and a young man in the lead, his right hand raised high, the box in his hand flew out, and slammed it on the window.

"Watch out for bombs!"

"Close the window!"

Messi didn't know what the youth threw at him, and he thought of the fear that often appeared on TV. Horror attack, he screamed in horror and fell directly on his seat.

There are players who see the bad situation and he makes the same move.

But there was no expected explosion or the sound of glass breaking, Messi, who was crawling in the seat, looked up and saw that the window above his head was stained with a layer of black, yellow, black and yellow halo, like chocolate cake, but a foul smell was constantly emitting.

"This ...... This is...... Excrement? ”

Messi was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't have time to think too much, Busquets was still sitting in the direction of the window in a daze, and the window was not closed next to his head!

"Sergio! Get out of the way! ”

"Close the window! Get down! ”

It was too late for him to be reminded, and before Busquets could react, a cardboard box had flown in through the window, and the target was his stunned cheeks, and in his horrified expression, the carton peeled off and the black object smashed heavily on his face, blooming like a flower!

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"Guys, throw it at me! Throw it hard! ”

"Let these damn bastards see how good we are!"

"The team that dares to bully our team like this on our turf, hmph, this time, we have to let them know that although the town is small, it is not something they can bully if they want to! Brothers, throw all of our super cakes on them and let them have a good taste! Ha ha! ”

Ralph was the first to throw the box in his hand on the window, and then waved his hand, like a general commanding thousands of troops, and laughed triumphantly.

I have to say that the youngest son of the cake shop owner Ielson is really a talent, young and enthusiastic and full of ideas, Fan Bizhuang's request he can't do, after all, it's very late, even if the cake shop has some inventory, it won't be too much, so it's almost impossible to find dozens of big cakes.

However, he immediately came up with a good idea, and the prank he had created with Nihat and the others came in handy at this time. Yes, that's right, the super cake is back again, he and his friends, almost empty the stock of the bar toilet, a group of people are not too dirty and smelly, and they are excited to make dozens of super cakes, and then they pull and run over.

"I'll throw it!"

"I'll smash!"

"Haha, it's cool! Barcelona bastards! Let's have a delicious feast! It's your party, congratulations on winning a draw! This is our congratulatory gift to you! ”

"That's so cool! Lao Tzu's inventory was given to this group of bastards for free, ha, there is no waste! Ralph, your kid has a good idea, it's a pleasure, it's so exciting! ”

A group of young men and women yelled excitedly, while throwing the "cake" in their hands into the bus from all directions, on the car body, on the glass window, and even someone threw the cake into the car, a young man who played basketball well also threw the cake directly in Busquets's face, which won him a lot of cheers.

"Oooo It's so accurate! ”

"It's like a hollow net on a basketball court! Beautiful three-pointer! ”

"Hah! Ha ha! Hahaha!! ”

"Oooo Brothers, call it a day, flash! ”

In the distance, the shouts of the police came, and after a group of people threw away the "cake" in their hands, under the beckoning of Ralph, they all ran away without a trace.

Wave your hand, don't take away a cloud, turn around and leave, deep hidden merit and fame.

There was a mess left behind, and there were countless stunned onlookers.

The policemen were "late", they did come late, and the policemen in the small town were also wonderful, although the roaring and yelling never stopped, but until the young people had made enough noise and everyone had run away, they swayed and ran over to clean up the mess, and they almost didn't have a "I was deliberately late, what can you do with me" expressions on their faces.

This is also so cheap that no one is there!