After the whistle blew at the end of the game, Reeves ran off the field quickly, ready to hurry back to the locker room to change clothes, wanting to go back to see the beautiful woman early. But as soon as Reeves ran to the sidelines, he was grabbed by his teammates who rushed out of the bench and lifted him up, and then more players joined in and threw Reeves into the air.

After landing, Reeves was hugged by his teammates one by one to congratulate.

Reeves is not good at showing impatience, and at this time, the slightest inappropriateness will be considered carried away, and he can only force a smile to respond one by one.

After doing this, Reeves hurriedly ran back to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, but as soon as he put on his clothes, he was pulled by Puel to the press conference.

Reeves wasn't in the mood to deal with the enthusiastic and somewhat over-the-top reporters, and he just wanted to end this boring as soon as possible.

For all the problems are just a short sentence to deal with the past.

This came as a surprise to the reporters.

Shouldn't you be excited to post your thoughts after scoring such a wonderful goal?

How can anyone be like this, perfunctory, and in a hurry to leave.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly cooled a lot.

Fortunately, when a reporter asked a question about the gambling game, Reeves was a little more energetic, got up and looked at the reporters present, but did not see the figure of Butor.

"The reporter didn't seem to dare to come, and I have some doubts that he has the courage to fulfill the gambling contract."

"That gamble is really just a game, and since you won, there's no need to dig into it."

The female reporter of Rennes New Catholic asked tentatively, she had a night with Bhutor and wanted to help Bhutor out.

"Then you say that if I lose, will he dig deeper?" Reeves looked at the female reporter with some confusion, according to the nature of the reporter, shouldn't it be the best thing to get bigger and bigger?

"Well, maybe not." The female reporter's voice seemed unconfident, and according to what she knew about Bhutol, Bhutor would definitely chase after him until Reeves fulfilled his bet.

"And if Mr. Butor refuses to honor the bet, will you take action?" The female reporter from Wren asked with the last trace of luck.

"Of course, I went to seek the help of a lawyer, this is a legal society, and I can't force him with a gun."

"The bet itself is not legal, and it won't necessarily win if it goes to court."

"Won't necessarily win? Doesn't matter! I didn't think I was going to win, I was just helping him make a name for himself. "Reeves has never shown mercy to his enemies, and it is not his nature to repay grievances with virtue.

The female reporter of Rennes felt a little chilled in her heart, it seems that Reeves is not going to let Butol go, after the matter goes to court, it will be a big trouble, and Butol's reputation will definitely be ruined, and breaking the contract means the loss of personal credit, which is a very serious matter in the contract society. It seems that Bhutor can only fulfill the gambling contract, at least this will only lose face, and he can also win a good reputation for being willing to gamble and lose.

The topic came to an end with the death of female journalists.

Faced with other topics, Reeves reverted to his simple appearance.

The reporter had to turn around and move the subject of the interview to Puel, and only then did the atmosphere return.

When the topic was thrown at Puel, Reeves felt bad, Puel was a chatter when he was in a good mood, and tonight, Puel was obviously in a good mood.

It was already more than 12 o'clock at the end of the press conference, and Reeves was not in a hurry now, at this point Agron should have fallen asleep, and it was useless to be anxious.

After going back to the locker room to pack up their things, Reeves and his teammates met on the bus and took the club bus back to the club's training base.

The distance between the Lille Stadium and the Lille training base is not close, and it needs to cross the city of Lille, but at this time, there are few cars on the road, the road is smooth, the speed is also fast, and it will arrive quickly.

It was late at night, and the lights on the training base buildings had been extinguished.

Only the lights outside the gate were on.

Daddy Bliss stood in the dim light and waited for the team bus to return.

The bus slowly stopped at the entrance of the training base, and the players got out of the bus in turn to say hello to Daddy Briss, and then went to the parking lot to pick up the car and go home.

Reeves almost fell asleep in the car, the whole race consumed all his physical strength, plus he was too excited, until everyone got out of the car, only to wake up under the pull of Cabaye, Cabaye woke Reeves up, and then impatiently picked up the car, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, but for him, the nightlife had just begun, and he had an appointment to meet in a bar in the west of the city.

Reeves got out of the car drowsy and dragged his backpack and was hugged by Daddy Briss.

Daddy Brice slapped Reeves on the back with his somewhat rough palm, muttering, "Good job!" Well done! ”

As the club's biggest supporter of Reeves, Daddy Brice always believed that Reeves could get out of the predicament, and sure enough, in this strong conversation, Reeves managed to break the drought and scored a goal that Daddy Briss considered to be the best goal in the history of the team. This was very comforting to Daddy Briss.

Reeves is no stranger to Daddy Bris's hug, and all echelon players are no strangers to him, every time the youth team has a good performance, when he returns to the training base, he can always get a hug from Daddy Briss, and those who are out of order will pat their heads and comfort them.

Rain or shine, no matter how late it is, Bliss will always wait under the lights for the team's return, just to send this greeting.

He knows that this is Daddy Briss's way of encouraging young players, and although it seems cheap and dispensable to outsiders, Reeves enjoys this sincere encouragement, because this encouragement makes him more confident and stronger.

"It's not early daddy, let's go to bed quickly."

"I'll sleep when you're gone, I'm old, sleeping is a luxury, if I can sleep a little less, I will have more time to see the world and see you."

"Well, then I'll go first, you hurry into the house, it's windy outside, don't catch a cold."

"Well, let's go back to the house, hehe, but there's someone waiting for you in the house."

"Huh?" Reeves was surprised at first and then suddenly he knew who it was.

Following Daddy Brice into the house, Reeves saw Agron asleep on the table.

Reeves patted his head in frustration, thinking that Agron was waiting for him at home, forgetting that Agron did not have the key to his current residence, and that the apartment he lived in was rented by Reeves after Agron went to Paris.

Daddy Brice was about to wake up Agren when Reeves reached out and stopped him.

Reeves whispered, "Don't wake her up, just let her sleep, Sigrid usually goes to bed at nine o'clock, and it's past one o'clock in the morning." ”

With the help of Daddy Briss, Reeves carefully carried Agron behind him, and then let Daddy Briss put his coat on Agren's back.

Reeves bent over, slowly walked out of the dormitory, whispered goodbye to Daddy Briss, and turned to leave the training base.

The way home was exceptionally quiet, and the evening breeze became gentle.

Reeves walked in the dim light with Agron on his back, and the physical strength exhausted by the game came back a lot at the moment, and every step was so cheerful.

Victory, goals, lovers return.

The night couldn't have been more wonderful.

It's just that Reeves suddenly thought that Agron's weight seemed to be a lot lighter, and his mood became tangled again, and his life in a foreign land didn't seem to be so good, because he couldn't get used to eating and drinking? Or is it a heavy academic load? Still is......?

The warm light stretched Reeves's shadow sometimes and sometimes shortened, just like his mood.