After Miss Teese decided to express her gratitude to the old man by calling an interview with the Guò football newspaper, Carbine put down the phone and collapsed on the sofa again. The intensive training in the morning had drained most of his body, and the fatigue that had crept on diffused throughout his body, and his body gradually softened, his eyelids closed narrowly, and he fell asleep.

Since the official debut of PSV Eindhoven's youth team, Kabine has played many youth competitions. The strong and the weak you attack and defend, the strong and the strong bang bang each other, he has been in battle. This is true in reality, and it is also true in dreams:

[The coveted No. 6 suit, with the wide green battlefield, desperately barges and sweeps in the upper and lower areas of the midfield line, causing the enemy guards to insert in a desperate way, and the accurate and brutal interception in place, coupled with the helpless faces of the enemy generals behind them, this, this is not happy! ] 】

"Knock~~Knock~~Knock" There was a very strange knock on the door.

If you have a dream that you want to be in the middle of the scene, no one wants to wake up. Of course, Kabine didn't want to wake up, but he did, and a sudden knock on the door interrupted his sweet dream. He propped himself up and looked at his watch, and it was already dusk. The knock on the door was getting fast, and the people outside the door must have become impatient. Kabine left the couch and went to open the door.

Glancing out of the security eye on the door, Kirbine was a boy who didn't look older than him, with boxy black-rimmed glasses, long brown hair, and his head bowed outside. Kabine opened the door, and the boy looked up. Although the boy's face was not too childish, Mu Ne's expression and deep face made Kirbyne's heart sudden.

Anyone who has just woken up is lethal, and less provoking is the best policy.

Kabine's tone was not friendly: "Isn't there a doorbell?" Why knock on the door? ”

The boy replied, "I didn't like the sound of the doorbell, so I knocked on it." ”

Carbine glared at him and said, "It's your business that you don't like it, but you may disturb the normal rest of the people in the house." ”

"The sun has just set," the boy said, "and no one chooses to rest at this time, and now is the time for dinner." ”

Kirbine got angry and said, "But I haven't eaten yet, so I'm resting!" ”

The boy still said in a tone, "But I've already eaten, and I finished eating thirty minutes ago." ”

Kabine, who was called a "madman" by his clerical colleagues at the training base, became anxious after hearing this, and his feelings suddenly became irritable. With a bang, he shook the door with his left hand and said to the outside of the door, "Get out of here, madman." Otherwise, I'll call the police. ”

Outside the door of Kabine's new house there was a madman who didn't like the sound of the doorbell, and his long-lost anger burst out in an instant, and he paced back and forth in the house, thinking without any ground, and his lips were accompanied by expletives. Carbine had no idea who the man was, what the purpose of the man's visit was, or why he didn't like the sound of the doorbell. A qiē ridiculous thing never lacks an audience, so Kabine decides to give Van Khakit the squirrel a call.

"Toot ~ ~ Toot ~ ~ Toot" stopped in three sounds.

"Hey, Kabine? Is there something wrong? Squirrel replied.

"Mouse, tell you something, there's a madman at my doorstep." Kirbine quickly gets to the point.

"What madman?"

"A maniac who doesn't like the sound of a doorbell."

"No, is it the female fan who wrote you a courtship letter? Here she comes? So fast? ”

"Fart! I'm serious, there's really a madman on my doorstep. ”

Kirby told the mahirl about the [suspense drama] that had just happened. After hearing this, the squirrel laughed: "It's a small thing, I once met a fan in the city center and asked me to sign his butt." ”

"Did you sign it?" Kabine asked quickly.

"Definitely not." The squirrel was quick to answer.

"And what about later? Are the fans haunting you? ”

"He didn't pester me, and later told him that I would ask the club to send him a shirt of mine with an autograph."

"Oh~~! That's right. But the madman outside my house was different, he was really crazy. ”

"It's okay, it's probably just a little kid prank."

"Is it really that simple?"

"It's okay, trust me. I've been here for four years and know the style of the city very well. ”

Every city has its own style, and the people in the city also have their own style, is it a style not to like the sound of the doorbell?

When Kabine heard such a slightly illogical explanation from the squirrel, he could only give up. Saying goodbye and hanging up the line, Carbine stood up, moved to the door step by step, and aimed out with an anti-theft eye, fortunately! The madman was no longer at the door, and Kirbine breathed a sigh of relief.

All sorts of food take over the fridge, and it's Mr. Haas's masterpiece. Kirbine chosen, pulled out a box of quick spaghetti, tossed it into the microwave to warm it, and slumped comfortably on the couch while waiting for his dinner.

"~~~Tut~~~" The microwave oven has completed its [defensive counterattack] task. The fragrant spaghetti came to Cabine's mouth, and he sat down in the dining chair, forked up, and raised his mouth, threatening to wipe out half of the noodles.

"Knock~~Knock~~Knock"

Three knocks are normal in the eyes of ordinary people, and when you have a door, someone will naturally knock on the door, especially those crazy people who don't like the sound of the doorbell.

Kirby swings down the fork and closes the mouth. Looking at the door of the house, I was so entangled that I almost vomited. The first knock distracted his dreams, and the second knocked interrupted his tryst with Noodles. He left the table and walked to the door, putting his ear to the door, feeling no movement outside the door. But Cabine noticed that the movement under his feet was wrong, and when he looked down, he realized that he was stepping on a half-cut piece of white paper. He bent down to pick it up and opened it to see:

【Have you eaten now?】 A small line of crooked words.

When Kabine saw it, he exclaimed, "Damn, how long do you want to trick me?" After speaking, Huo Ran opened the door and looked out, but there was no one there.

Carbine immediately closed the door again, turned around and rushed to the kitchen, and started to use the firearm to light the white paper, and the fire burned, and Carbine felt that this little fire was not too good to burn, and the fire came into his eyes, and his heart was full of words cursing the madman.

A training session, a letter, a madman, two knocks on the door and a blank sheet of paper. Exhausted from the torture, he continued his tryst with the spaghetti and played a pleasant tune in the house, and soaked in the bath, when the tendons of the whole body were completely relaxed.

Going to bed early is undoubtedly beneficial to the athlete's body. Carbine slept so deeply that he prayed that there would be no dreams tonight, for he was afraid of a knock on the door and a blank sheet of paper, and he only wished to wake up to a very good morning.

The morning was incomparably good, and Kirbine woke up full.

He was holding a glass of water, and milk was swaying in it. Then he took the bread, and the bread was smeared with milk sauce. Then the TV was on, and the TV was broadcasting the morning news. Simple and quiet, the early morning is really beautiful.

Kirbine, with the milk in his hand, suddenly wanted to call Mr. Haas. I called Mr. Haas, who was used to getting up early.

"Morning, young man. Is there any training today? ”

"You're early, too, Mr. Haas. There is training today, and I will be back at the training base in a moment. ”

"Oh~~! So what's the matter? What about the old man? ”

"Oh! No, I have discussed the matter of the old man with Miss Teese, and we will do it later. ”

"Oh~~! So you call me early in the morning just to say good morning? ”

"Hmm~~! No, just wanted to ask if something special happened when you just bought this house for me? ”

"No! This house is the closest to the training center, and it is fully equipped, and I have been choosing it for you for a long time. ”

"Really? Hmm~~~"

"What's the matter, young man? Not used to living? Mr. Haas began to ask earnestly.

Kirbine didn't want to bother Mr. Haas too much, as the two of them were now separated. Just a word of nonsense:

"It's just that at night, it's too noisy outside the street and it affects sleep, so I'm afraid I'll miss training and competitions."

"Oh~~! That's right. I understood, and I called the real estate agent in a moment and complained to him. At the beginning, he assured me that it was absolutely quiet. Hum! ”

"Don't don't, I just got a bad night's sleep because I was harassed by the noise from outside the street last night. I will react to you. ”

"Well, that's it? Well, you live first, and if that's still the case, I'll help you find a house again. ”

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Haas. Good bye. ”

"Goodbye!"

Ending the call with his agent, Mr. Haas, Kabinay felt that the explanation he had just given was far-fetched, would Mr. Haas be suspicious? Will you be worried about the situation in Cabiné and come to Spain again? Although the two have a cooperative relationship, they are not bound by any contract. Mr. Haas was only making ends meet with a small amount of money from Kabine. And Mr. Haas treats Kirbine as a child, giving him careful care and patient training. Doesn't this transfer and the fridge full of food say anything about this?

Kabine didn't have time to think too much, because he had training to deal with today, so he quickly packed up his essentials, nibbled on half a small piece of bread, drank dry and two sips of milk, patted his sweatshirt, and went out.

Taking the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of the residence, Cabinet politely greeted the security guard good morning and was about to go out to stop the car to go to the training base, but was politely stopped by the security guard.

The security guard said, "Good morning, sir! ”

Kabine's face was full of morning vigor and he said, "Well, hello, is there something wrong?" ”

The security guard explained: "I often see you coming and going in this house, if I remember correctly, sir, you are a resident of room 601, right?" ”

"Yes," said Kabine. Is there a problem? ”

The security guard continued, "Sir, come with me. ”

Puzzled, Kabine followed the security guard to the mailbox where residents usually collect their letters. The security guard pointed to one of the mailboxes and said, "Sir, is this your mailbox?" ”

When Kirbine looked closer, the mailbox was packed with white paper, and it was about to pour out. Look again, yes, the mailbox is indeed engraved: [601]