Shenfeng Wuying

Chapter 40 Answering reporter questions
PSV's coach smashed the remote, just like our cranky Joey.

Luther Bruder sat in his seat, speechless for a long time.It is estimated that in our words, it is peeing.

Wahlwijk's players were all slumped in their own half, and the last minute made them feel more tired than the whole game.

Jurgen Weavers sat down slowly, leaning against the goal post, as if all his strength had been drained.It was like being slapped in the face.In fact, he didn't know that it should not exceed the third time, not stop after the third time.

Ronald Koeman, who was jumping and yelling just now, rolled down the stands extremely quickly, as if he had never aged.He was in a hurry to throw He Xu into the sky with his team members, this kid is like no one else!

The dull pain from the head has subsided, and He Xu is enjoying the feeling of flying, while shouting loudly: "Are you like this? It's not the final of the Champions Cup! Okay, guys, let me down!" ...Asshole, I'm afraid of heights! Hey, are you still throwing it?"

Zhang Yao had covered her mouth with her hand at this time, tears welling up in her eyes.

The fans around her didn't have time to care about what happened to this little beauty. The fans of Valwik were only focused on cursing.

……

In the TV replay, the scene of the football hitting the net as if cutting through the air was being played again and again.Little Reggie in front of the TV clapped his hands, "He's so handsome! Brother No. 99! He's even more handsome than Garrincha who made me win the bet!"

Brother Susan turned off the TV contentedly, "Not bad, it seems that I have enough chips."

In the stands, Liang Yuan, who was wearing a peaked cap, turned his head to look at the tall man beside him. The tall man was also wearing a hat and sunglasses, and the two of them looked like underground party joints.

"What do you think? Dude, is it worth your while to do me a favor?"

The tall man nodded, "But I really don't want to help you with this. If he is Dutch, it would be perfect."

Liang Yuan smiled, "How can there be so many perfections? If you can meet such a player in your lifetime, it is considered perfect enough! Be content! Dude..."

The tall man, dubbed "San Marco," stretched his legs, "I'll fight for it, you know I'm not so content."

"It's up to you, old man, everything depends on your ability and luck!"

The tall man patted Liang Yuan on the shoulder, "Do you want to hand over your nephew to me?"

Liang Yuan rolled his eyes at him, "I don't think there's any need for this? Isn't my nephew and I just right?"

"There are no absolutes! How do you know if you don't try?" The tall man smiled "insidiously".

Liang Yuan rolled his eyes at him, and simply didn't make a sound.

The tall man looked at the watch in his hand, "I finally came to your place, you are the host, why don't you treat me to a meal?"

Liang Yuan said angrily: "I have found such a good disciple for you, why don't you give me some favors?"

"Hmph, it's nothing more than asking me to make a wedding dress for you! It's so noble! I'm deeply worried about your nephew!"

Liang Yuan said loudly: "Bastard! Wait, see if I don't waste you today?!"

The tall man laughed loudly and said, "Your treat, I'll admit to vomiting blood! That's it! Let's go, there is a very good restaurant here, with good food and wine."

It was only then that Liang Yuan came to his senses, damn it, you are the real host!asshole……

At the press conference after the game, Koeman deliberately brought He Xu who played extremely well today. This is the first time that He Xu has directly interviewed reporters in this life.

If he played so well, sooner or later he will have to face the reporters!Although he is still young, it is better to get in touch with some things earlier.

At this time, He Xu deliberately acted very embarrassed. After all, if a newcomer is comfortable with dealing with reporters from the beginning, the chance of attracting reporters is too high.Until I can perfectly use my abilities without showing any flaws, I'd better keep a low profile.

When the reporters saw He Xu, they completely abandoned Coman, who they had seen enough for a long time.

"He! I know you are Chinese, and your football is not very strong. Is your current strength the result of training since childhood or talent?"

"This..." He Xu pretended to hesitate, and turned to look at Ronald Koeman as if asking for help.

At this time, Koeman is still immersed in the excitement of the almost last-second lore, and he is more and more fond of this player who had a lot of dissatisfaction at first.But when faced with questions like reporters, players still have to deal with them independently.

Seeing that Coman was pretending to be deaf and dumb, He Xu knew that he should be able to play freely, and seemed to clear his throat nervously, "Well... I think the talent of playing football is important, but hard training is not good for people like me. Players are the first condition to be able to make progress."

Although the answer is not perfect, it is watertight. It neither belittles the football of its own country, nor deliberately attracts hatred to exaggerate itself.

"By the way! It is said that before the game, someone in Wahlwijk said that nothing is more than three, and you will never let you score in the fourth game. What do you think about this?"

He Xu smiled secretly: Did the news spread so quickly?Even the reporters knew about it.

He looked at the reporter who asked the question, and replied: "This! In my country, the so-called 'events are no more than three', it should mean that the incident will not exceed the third time, not the first three times. So this is for the already As far as I scored goals in three games, it should not be considered against me. So I will not express any opinions on this.”

At this time, another reporter suddenly said loudly: "Hey! Do you have anything to say about your compatriot in Feyenoord? His performance is also very good, will he pose a threat to you?"

He Xu was taken aback, fellow Feyenoord?Could it be...that Chen Bo?He's in the first team?This question is quite venomous, He Xu said calmly: "This question! Since you have already said that he is my compatriot, Mr. Reporter, then it is impossible to say whether there is any threat or not! As a compatriot and a fellow , we should support each other!"

At this time, a reporter in the corner suddenly asked: "We are amazed at your rapid rise and progress. You have shown extraordinary speed and reflexes in several games. Some experts said that your reaction The speed is extremely fast, and the frequency of movement is beyond ordinary people, is your reaction innate?"

He Xu, who has always had one thing to say, this time's answer is worth pondering. "Mr. Reporter, do you think if it wasn't born, how did it come about?"

"..."

It seems that if it continues like this, there will be countless strange questions waiting for He Xu.Koeman had to speak out to stop the question. After answering a few more questions as the head coach, he ended the press conference.

In the locker room, He Xu's teammates were still celebrating this not-so-meaningful victory.They all talked about how coherent He Xu's free throw without the ball and the volley that seemed a bit unexpected and tested his reflexes were done in one go.

And in Wahlwijk's locker room, everyone was discussing, of course, how that wicked Chinese kid, how the damned No. 99 kicked that last kick.

Dustry Mulder was rubbing his aching knee, thinking about how his leg got tangled up with that kid, and he fell down.Of course, this is nothing. The most annoying thing is that this kid actually changed his jersey after the game.

Jurgen Weavers seemed to have forgotten the nonsense he had let go at this time, and he just lamented with his teammates how terrifying and fast He Xu's last shot was.

This is actually the case for many people. A little setback becomes an excuse for them to break their promises or forget their original intentions.

Although we have won, life still has to go on, and we can't stand still in front of a little joy.Knowing this well, He Xu took a shower as usual, put on dry clothes, and prepared to leave the locker room with his teammates and go to the team's bus back to the hotel.

After leaving the locker room, in the mixed interview area, another group of reporters stretched out various weapons in front of He Xu, but this time He Xu kept his mouth shut and walked towards the bus in silence.This also disappointed many journalists.On the contrary, Garrincha was as excited as ever, waving to the reporters, and repeatedly posing for the camera in a vulgar pose of scissors, which made his teammates very helpless.

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Back in Amsterdam, Koeman still chose to give the team a day off. After all, relying on such a few players to fight on the third line, the pressure is too great.

When He Xu returned home, Zhang Yao, who looked at him with a changed look, was waiting for him in front of the door.

He Xu ignored her nympho gaze and asked, "Did you just arrive?"

"It's been half an hour..."

"Then why don't you go in?"

Zhang Yao said bitterly: "Did you forget that you didn't give me the key?"

"Ah, yes! This place doesn't belong to you. I think it's better for you to go home."

Originally, he wanted to express his admiration to He Xu enthusiastically, but it was drowned out by a basin of cold water.

Zhang Yao looked at He Xu aggrievedly, but He Xu who had no choice but to lower his head to open the door didn't look at her at all, the affection in his eyes was all in the empty space, Zhang Yao couldn't help but grabbed He Xu's arm, "Hey! What's wrong with you? He Xu, I came so far to see you, and you treat me like this?"

He Xu didn't speak or break free, but just pulled her into the room with the arm that was being held by her.Then he turned around and said to her, "Grab me lightly, my arm is hurt."

Sure enough, one sentence had an effect, and Zhang Yao let go of his hand.

He Xu turned his head back, and said again self-consciously, "I lied to you..."

(It's a new week, I hope everyone will come and support me!)

(End of this chapter)