Best Amateur Soccer Player

Chapter 596

"You're sitting in front of the TV, how did you see me offside?"

"The angle of the TV broadcasting..."

"Play your sister's angle! You actually have the face to tell me about the TV's camera angle!"

"The camera will faithfully record your..."

"Okay! Stop it! If you have any objections, you can directly raise objections to the Ligue [-] committee. Don't fart in front of me! I don't like to hear it!"

"What's your attitude! I just..."

"Okay! Next!"

Zhang Hongfei unceremoniously ignored the Spanish reporter who found fault.

Zhang Hongfei's arrogant attitude annoyed the Spanish media.

Although the Spanish media has made a decision to greet Zhang Hongfei with onions, the Spanish media still feel a little guilty.

But now, this feeling of guilt is gone.

In fact, Zhang Hongfei has long seen the wolfish ambitions of the Spanish media.

When the Spanish media brought the onion in, Zhang Hongfei knew that today's press conference was definitely "more ominous than good".

But Zhang Hongfei will not escape!Because Zhang Hongfei couldn't escape at all!
The door was blocked, the windows were sealed, and this place has become a secret room.

However, the Spanish media continued to make things difficult for Zhang Hongfei and Modric.

"Gollum!"

Modric swallowed hard.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come here with the boss today! Boss, I might be tricked to death by you today!"

The uneasiness in Modric's heart is getting bigger and bigger.

The Spanish media found that Zhang Hongfei was a bit difficult to chew, so they set their target on Modric.

"Modric, have you considered a transfer? The great Barcelona team welcomes a player like you!"

The way the media picks things up is always rutted and unchanging.It's not about accusing match-fixing, it's just pulling people openly.

"Sorry! I didn't catch what you were saying!"

Unexpectedly, Modric's answer was even better than Zhang Hongfei's.

The Spanish reporter immediately raised his voice to 200% and shouted, "Modric, I hope you can leave Rouen and join Barcelona. Did you hear clearly this time?"

"Sorry! I didn't catch what you were saying!"

Modric consulted his good friend Joel Luka before attending the press conference.

Joel Luka suggested that Modric, no matter what questions the media asks, they will always answer inaudible.

"Questions from the media are all scams! As simple as you are, you will definitely be deceived! So the best way is to ask three questions! Sorry, I can't hear clearly, what are you talking about."

Therefore, Modric kept Joel Luka's suggestion firmly in his heart.

Seeing Modric's uncooperative attitude, the Spanish media put all their hatred towards Zhang Hongfei on Modric.

Modric didn't know that he had successfully won the hatred, so he continued to do his own thing.

Zhang Hongfei subconsciously moved a little further away from Modric.

Zhang Hongfei had a premonition that Modric might be in bad luck for a while.

When the Spanish media found that it was impossible to make things difficult for Modric, they refocused on Zhang Hongfei.

Although Zhang Hongfei's mouth is relatively bad, at least Zhang Hongfei will not ignore the media and can interact with the media normally.

"Zhang Hongfei, there is one more game, and the first half of the Ligue [-] is over. The Rouen team has secured the half-time championship of the Ligue [-] ahead of time. What do you think about this?"

"My opinion? Rouen are great!"

"Is that all right for you?"

"I am a player of the Rouen team, of course I have to think about the Rouen team."

"Zhang Hongfei, what happened between you and Wang Cong?"

"I don't understand you."

"After you talked with Wang Cong, Wang Cong was carried away by the ambulance. Do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"Of course it doesn't matter! Wang Cong fell accidentally by himself, and it has nothing to do with me! When Wang Cong fell, I didn't see it either!"

"Hmph! I don't believe it! This must be a conspiracy between the two of you! Wang Cong got hurt on purpose to avoid the press conference!"

"Then you can go to the hospital and ask Wang Cong yourself what the truth is. Anyway, it's the same no matter how many times you ask me, I don't know!"

Zhang Hongfei's attitude was very tough. No matter how the Spanish media questioned it, Zhang Hongfei insisted that he didn't know, and pushed everything to Wang Cong's head.

This boring tug-of-war lasted for more than ten minutes.

Zhang Hongfei and the Spanish media began to look at their watches.

"It's about time."

"En! We can't drag it on any longer!"

"Then let's get ready!"

Seeing this, Zhang Hongfei couldn't help but "thump" in his heart, "Is it finally coming?"

Modric was so frightened that he immediately grabbed Zhang Hongfei's hand, "Boss, what should we do now?"

"Calm down! Calm down! Didn't you see that I was calm? Hey, Modric, what are your hands shaking?"

"Boss, my hands are not shaking! It's your hands that are shaking!"

"what???!!!"

Zhang Hongfei lowered his head and saw that his hands were really shaking constantly.

"It's actually my hands that are shaking!"

Modric comforted Zhang Hongfei in turn, "Boss, calm down! It's okay! It will pass soon!"

Zhang Hongfei was a little careless today.

Two consecutive peaceful breakups with the Spanish media made Zhang Hongfei hallucinate.Zhang Hongfei temporarily forgot that the group of Spanish media in front of him was actually a group of wild wolves from the Iberian Peninsula, not a group of docile sheep.

Now, these wolves are about to open their fangs.

Zhang Hongfei and Modric are like two helpless lambs staying there.

Zhang Hongfei did not bring any protective equipment to the press conference today.

Not to mention Modric, who was forcibly pulled over by Zhang Hongfei, reluctantly, also without any equipment.

Boxes of onions were opened.

On the stage, Modric and Zhang Hongfei hugged each other tightly.

"boss!"

"Modric!"

"Woooo~~~"

"Woooooo~~~~~~"

Zhang Hongfei and Modric cried out at the same time.

"Whoosh!"

The first onion flew over.

"Crack!"

The onion hit Modric, and the onion juice overflowed!

"Boss, close your eyes! Hold your breath!"

By this time, Modric still did not give up on Zhang Hongfei.

The Spanish media poured the onions they bought from Beauvais on Zhang Hongfei and Modric in Rouen.

Zhang Hongfei and Modric closed their eyes tightly and hugged each other's heads, wondering if they were crying bitterly.

(End of this chapter)