Fan Bizhuang knelt on the ground and pointed to the sky with both hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the eyes of others, his celebration was flamboyant and passionate, but only he knew that he was not celebrating a goal.

Nihart created a number of celebrations tailored to him, including 360-degree backflips, one-handed push-ups, and hip-hop moves...... And then at this moment, none of them came in handy.

Fan Bizhuang pointed upwards and stared blankly at the starry sky.

"You see, auntie?"

Nihat ran from behind, pinning him to the ground, like a frantic yelling, "Come in nicely, you're a rookie...... Hey, why are you crying? ”

Nihat felt tears glistening in the eyes of his companion beneath him, but before he could think deeply, he was crushed under him by the other teammates who arrived later.

"In! It's in!! The ball is in! It's amazing, Fan! ”

"Boy, I'm really going to be impressed with you, this shot is so beautiful!"

"Win! We're going to win! We're going to beat Real Madrid! Ha ha! ”

The teammates all flocked to play Arhat excitedly. Not far away, Real Madrid's stars shook their heads and sighed helplessly. Although it was just an ordinary league game, and losing three points was not the end of the world, it was always a bad feeling to lose, especially when the opponent was cheering for victory, and the mood was even more low.

With the intervention of the referee, the home team players ended their celebrations and returned to half-time and the game restarted.

Although there is still about a minute left in the game, in theory Real Madrid still has a chance to equalize, but in fact, Real Madrid's momentum was completely destroyed by Fan Bizhuang's sudden goal, they failed to organize a threatening offensive again, time passed in the blink of an eye, three minutes of stoppage time ended, the referee blew the whistle, the game ended, Villarreal in the love song stadium first conceded a goal, unexpectedly completed the reversal, defeated the strong rival Real Madrid.

The Love Song Stadium turned into a sea of joy, and although the first win of the new season came a little later, the fact that the three points were snatched from the mighty Galactic Battleship was enough to make the fans even more excited. Many people in the small town are fans of Real Madrid's superstars, and now that their team has beaten their favorite star, this feeling makes them not only novel, but also more confident in their own team.

"The whistle blows, it's game over! We came back from behind to win 2-1 at home to Real Madrid. It was a wonderful and incredible night. The last time we played Real Madrid here, we simply lost 0:3, and now we have won and we have kept strong opponents out! This makes me extremely proud to be a member of Villarreal! ”

"Thank you to the team, thank you to Mr. Manuel, thank you to Nihat, thank you to the lads and of course, thank you to Van! The young number 23 is amazing every time he takes on the pitch. This time was no exception. Yes, he is the MVP of the game, and he is the brightest star of the Love Song Stadium tonight! ”

Arces held a headset and a microphone in the commentary seat, shouting loudly, but no one was listening to what he was saying at this time, and his voice had long been drowned out by the boiling love song stadium.

"Rookie, you played so well with Casillas' one-on-one shot that I couldn't fault it. You kid can, I don't see you for a holiday, and your shooting kung fu is up, when did you practice? ”

After going around the field with his teammates to thank him for coming to the scene to cheer for the team, Fan Bizhuang and Nihat walked to the side of the field together, and Nihat walked around Fan Bizhuang's shoulders and asked questions with a smile.

"Well, my shooting skills are not bad, haha!"

Fan Bizhuang was obviously in a good mood, not only did he have an assist and a goal in the game, but he was also voted the best player of the match just now, and at the moment, he was holding a champagne that symbolized the MVP reward of the game.

The two of them were talking and laughing, but a figure walked up to them.

"Can I swap jerseys with you?"

Casillas put on his upper body and raised the jersey in his hand. In terms of fame and status, the Oriental teenager in front of him can't be compared with it at all, but he was deeply impressed by Fan Bizhuang's calm and powerful burst at the last moment, so he planned to collect the opponent's jersey.

Nihat touched Fan Bizhuang with his elbow and winked at him for a long time. Casillas is a double international player of Real Madrid and Spain, a well-deserved superstar player, and he took the initiative to ask for a shirt exchange, which is a very face-saving thing for a rookie like Fan Bizhuang.

What made his jaw drop was that the imagined look of joy that Fan Bizhuang would show did not appear, and even Fan Bizhuang did not mean to take off his jersey at all, he just nodded, and then shook his head in a flat tone and refused: "I'm sorry, this is a game of great significance to me, and I am going to collect the game jersey." ”

said sorry, but that indifferent tone didn't sound like an apologetic embarrassment. Nihat rolled his eyes speechlessly, Fan Bizhuang is this temper, anyway, I don't know you, and I don't need to have a good face.

Casillas looked a little embarrassed, most of the time, it was others who took the initiative to exchange jerseys for him, and it was rare for him to come forward once, but he was rejected, and what made him depressed was that the person who rejected him was still an unknown rookie.

Fortunately, Casillas had enough cultivation and no business, so he smiled regretfully, nodded, said goodbye, and turned away.

"I said a rookie, people are big-name stars, and they are willing to exchange jerseys with a newcomer like you, but you still dragged them up, are you okay?"

Nihat complained suspiciously, and Fan Bizhuang replied casually: "I told him that I want to keep this jersey for myself." ”

"Then it's not good for you to explain to others, I look at you, with a very impatient expression. What if your attitude is considered provocative and contemptuous, isn't this an inexplicable enemy? ”

"Huh."

Fan Bizhuang pursed his lips, what does he care about, who he loves, whether others like it or not, what does it have to do with him, he is not a euro, and everyone doesn't need to have a good impression of him.

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"Fan! Fan! I'm a journalist for Valencia Sport, can you give me an interview? ”

"Congratulations on your victory over the mighty Real Madrid, is there anything you would like to say as the biggest contributor to the team's victory?"

"An assist, a goal, your performance is decisive! Oriental boy, from today onwards, you will be famous in the Iberian Peninsula! I think it's important for you to talk to us about how you feel at this time, which will help you a lot to spread your popularity! ”

"Coming off the bench for 20 minutes and being voted Man of the Match, can you talk about how you practice?"

As soon as Fan Bizhuang walked to the sidelines, the reporters who had been impatient for a long time rushed over like cats smelling fishy, scrambling to ask their own questions, all the long guns and short guns aimed at him, and some even put the microphone against his stomach.

Although he has not seen his teammates being chased and intercepted by reporters, he himself has the experience of being surrounded by reporters, but it is the first time he has experienced such a crazy siege as today, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

He looked at Nihat as if asking for help, and the latter smiled, waved his hand very unjustly, and ran away. He scored a goal in the game, and the team won also to his part, and some reporters were also tossing him, but the number was much less than that of Fan Bizhuang, he was too lazy to take care of it, and disappeared into the players' tunnel as soon as he slipped away.

"I ......"

Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth, a reporter raised his spirit, and the microphone approached again, but Fan Bizhuang's eyes lit up, his finger pointed at Geng Ziyu in the crowd, and nodded: "You come and ask questions." ”

Geng Ziyu was stunned for a moment, all along, Fan Bizhuang has been unpretentious to him, he has a caring attitude, he knows that it is impossible to get Fan Bizhuang's exclusive interview, he is mixed in the crowd, and when Fan Bizhuang answers questions from other media reporters, he also recorded it, but he didn't expect that the surprise fell from the sky, and Fan Bizhuang directly asked him to ask questions.

Geng Ziyu was about to be stunned by this pie, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Is it me, Master Fan?" ”

Fan Bizhuang was happy and nodded in response: "En." ”

received an affirmative answer, Geng Ziyu was so excited that he was about to dance.

"It's not fair! We also need to be given the opportunity to ask questions and interviews individually, I am a journalist, I have the right to interview! I'm a journalist for Valencia Sport, Van and you have to answer my questions. ”

Fan Bizhuang named him, and many reporters looked at the middle-aged oriental reporter next to him with envy and hatred, and some people looked a little dissatisfied, and one of them, a reporter who claimed to be the No. 1 newspaper in Valencia, protested loudly.

Fan Bizhuang still has some impressions of this newspaper, if he remembers correctly, he spared no effort to smear and ridicule his own media in the newspaper, and among them is them, it seems that they are the most noisy. Fan Bizhuang is a very grudgeful person, referring to Geng Ziyu's situation that he has never been interviewed by him, you can know how small his heart is.

Not to mention that I don't want to be surrounded by so many people, even if it's only one of you newspapers to interview, Lao Tzu won't wait! MD, who spat on me before, now wants to get my interview again, go for it!

"That's right, you have the right to be interviewed, but citizens also have the right to refuse to be interviewed!"

Fan Bizhuang's expression cooled down, although in the eyes of many people, his expression has always been very cold, like a facial paralysis, but now his tone is more cold and more resolute, many reporters don't understand why Fan Bizhuang suddenly changed his attitude, but looking at the colleague of "Valencia Sports Newspaper", there is a look of good show in his eyes.

However, the show was not staged, although the middle-aged reporter with gold-wire glasses was very indignant, but Fan Bizhuang ignored it, turned around and left, Geng Ziyu saw this, and hurriedly followed under the envious gaze of his European counterparts. (To be continued.) )