There was a four-hour time difference between Spain and Argentina, and it was already 2 p.m. when the plane arrived in Barcelona.

Messi's father, Jorge, drove slowly down the streets of the Les Corts district in a sedan car.

In the back seat, Chen Mo, who was holding a travel bag, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the bright sunlight shining in from the window. Looking at Chen Mo, who was a little lazy through the rearview mirror, Jorge turned the steering wheel and said with a smile: "It must be very tiring to train with those big kids during this time." ”

"It's okay, the training in terms of physical fitness and physical strength is indeed much higher than La Masia, but Coach Pekerman doesn't demand too much because of my young age."

"Then this coach is very good, and he gave you so many opportunities to play, but it was also because you had the strength to seize the opportunity. Oh yes, you mentioned Leon in front of the reporters some time ago, and now we have re-signed the contract with Barcelona, and Leon's salary has increased a lot, and it's not good..."

"Please, Uncle Jorge, let's not talk about this, I heard my dad say that he and my mom were taken care of by you when they first arrived in Rosario."

"Hahaha, you kid. Okay, you go back to sleep, I'll call you to the restaurant. ”

Jorge is grateful that since the Argentine economic crisis and Messi's illness, the family has been very depressed. Although they came into contact with Barcelona last year, in fact, it was not until the end of the Nike Hope Cup that Messi showed extraordinary talent in the game that Barcelona began to bear the cost of Messi's treatment.

But even so, in order to pay off the debt owed by lending money to Messi for treatment, the family is still very poor, and what Chen Mo said in front of reporters made Barcelona feel the poaching crisis, and re-signed a contract with Messi with better treatment, which really helped them a lot.

"What a nice boy."

Holding the steering wheel, Jorge's eyes were full of emotion, but Chen Mo didn't take these things to heart, and was still half-asleep and half-awake leaning on the seat to make up for sleep.

Chen Mo opened his eyes slightly, looked through the glass window, and saw the majestic Camp Nou Stadium.

"Uncle Jorge, is there a game today?"

"Well, Barcelona against Valencia."

"Playing Valencia, the fans won't be so excited."

Chen Mo was puzzled, the fans at Camp Nou were very arrogant, and the entire La Liga only put Real Madrid in their eyes, and he was a little curious when he gave such a strong applause at this time, Jorge suddenly patted his head: "Oh! I forgot to tell you that today is Mr Guardiola's curtain call. ”

"Wh. What?! Curtain call?! Mr. Guardiola is leaving?! ”

Disappearing in an instant, Chen Mo's eyes widened suddenly, pulled on the back of the seat, Jorge turned his head slightly, and his forehead was headed: "Yes, not long after you went to the training camp, Mr. Guardiola announced that he would leave Barcelona at the end of this season, and today is the last game." Leon and I are still discussing finding an opportunity to treat him to a meal in the past two days and thank him for his cultivation during this time. ”

The last game?!

Jorge babbled, Chen Mo was a little dazed for a while, and stared at the Camp Nou stadium outside the window, "Uncle Jorge, pull over, I have to go see Mr. Guardiola." ”

"No problem."

Jorge stepped on the brakes, stopped on the side of the road, and shouted to Chen Mo, who was getting out of the car, with his shoulder sideways: "You'd better find a way to get into the dressing room, otherwise Mr. Guardiola should drive away directly after the game." ”

"Got it!"

Closing the car door, Chen Mo rubbed his cheeks, took advantage of the traffic not paying attention, and drove two long legs directly across the road to the Camp Nou stadium, there was no ticket, but as a famous local genius, the security personnel did not make it difficult and let him enter the stadium directly.

The pitch is easy to get into, but the dressing room is hard to get into.

Standing in the hall of the stadium, Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and went straight to the men's toilet, stepped on the toilet lid, took down the iron fence of the ventilation pipe on tiptoe, pulled his arms, exerted his waist and abdomen, and the whole person drilled into the pipe like an agent in Mission Impossible.

"Wardfa?!"

The British fans who were shivering with large machine guns in front of the urinal looked back and were directly stunned when they saw this scene.

There was a lot of dust in the ventilation duct, and Chen Mo crawled forward with his hands and feet. As a member of La Masia, it is natural to have a longing and curiosity about the dressing room at Camp Nou, and the grandson of the former vice-president, Pique, likes to be a demon, so they have entered the Barcelona dressing room in the middle of the night through this special passage a long time ago.

Crawling forward with both hands and feet, around a few turns, a new vent appeared not far away, and the sound of running water could be heard below.

"They're back in the locker room?"

Looking at the few bathing figures below, Chen Mo was embarrassed, everyone was showering, and at this time, a big living person suddenly popped up...

"No matter!"

As soon as he thought of it, Chen Mo pulled up the iron fence, hooked both sides of the pipe mouth with his backhand, and prepared to lower his body, but at this moment, the wall suddenly collapsed!

"Boom-"

"It hurts..."

The ventilation duct was bent, Chen Mo fell directly to the ground, dust sprinkled on his face, when he rubbed his buttocks and barely opened his eyes, he found four or five dumbfounded naked men standing in front of him, some were brushing their teeth, some were rubbing their hair, some were playing soap...

"My God, what's the situation?!"

"Oh! It's a thief! ”

"Catch him!"

Several people quarreled, and at this time, a sturdy player poked his head out of the crowd and saw Chen Mo's dusty facial features and his eyes widened instantly.

"Xiao Mo?!"

"Heh... Scold.. Mr. Enrique..."

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Five minutes later, Barça dressing room.

A series of players such as Kluivert, Petit, Overmas, Rivaldo, Enrique, Xavi, Iniesta and a series of players changed their clothes and chatted, smiling in the direction of the No. 4 wardrobe from time to time.

Chen Mo, who had just washed off the dust on his head and had wet hair, sat next to Guardiola, well-behaved like a baby.

"You guy, you've watched too many movies? Actually from the ventilation ducts..."

Guardiola put on a gray T-shirt and rolled his eyes, but there was more of a smile in his eyes, Chen Mo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, and whispered: "I can't help it, the management won't let me enter the locker room." ”

As soon as these words came out, the other players who were changing clothes next to him were all snickering, and the gray-eyed Lexage even laughed: "I have long heard Zach and Joseph say that you are a bold little guy, and now it seems that you are even more bold than we imagined." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rexage."

Chen Mo still has a lot of respect for Lexach, a kind old coach, and for Chen Mo, a little genius brought to La Masia by himself, Lexage is also very impressed, waving his hand and smiling: "Okay, it's not a big deal, just compensate for the maintenance costs." ”

“...”

Chen Mo had a bitter gourd face, and next to him was a sturdy young man with curly hair that looked like a teddy while wearing socks, he squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "Haha, this maintenance fee is just a small amount of money for you, a little genius who shines in the World Youth Championships, just take some endorsements or something." ”

"Oh, Pui, don't tease me."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes, Puyol is a Spaniard, Guardiola is also a Spaniard, and he belongs to the "Spanish Gang" camp in the Barcelona dressing room, and he was also a student led by Coach Zack Lao, so the two have also had some intersections.

The two chatted, Xavi and Iniesta, two old acquaintances, also joined in, and Rivaldo and Enrique next to him secretly observed in socks, Enrique smiled: "This little guy killed you Brazil at the World Youth Championships, don't you teach him a lesson?" ”

"Oh please, don't call me like a villain."

Rivaldo smiled and shook his head, but his eyes were looking at Chen Mo's side face.

The first time he heard the name Chen Mo was because compatriot Ronaldo had publicly praised Chen Mo, but he didn't care too much about it at that time, until Guardiola and Enrique frequently ran to La Masia, the reason was to play football with the two little guys in the academy, at that time, the name Chen Mo completely left an impression in his heart, I thought this was the limit, but some time ago this little guy actually helped the team beat his country's national youth team in the World Youth Championships!

As a Brazilian, he knows a thing or two about the young talent in his country, and the players are definitely top in the Under-20 team, and this 14-year-old can make a difference in that kind of competition!

"Coach Lexage is really a good seedling, but this character is a little too crazy, and he actually climbed the ventilation duct in order to enter the locker room..."