number one striker

Chapter 109 Gossip
After a game, Caesar didn't know anything except that the final winner was Italy.

Italy's style of play, player formation, and personal technical characteristics, these questions he had prepared for a long time before the game, all of which have not been answered.

On the contrary, I know a lot of things about Varga, such as where he went to school, what he usually likes to do, whether he has had a boyfriend or not, and so on.

What made Caesar feel weird was that Varga confessed that the figure of the male god in his dream was not the tall and powerful type of Pellet.

"Wouldn't it look too weird to have too many muscles?" Varga shrugged, and Ozil immediately put away the muscles he had worked hard to squeeze out, but Varga's next sentence made him very sad.

"But you are too slender like Ozil, it feels like you can't even beat me."

On the whole, Caesar deeply felt the generosity of foreign girls. If it weren't for the white-haired devil Hrubesch, Caesar and Ozil would really like to take Varga out for a while.

After the regretful farewell, the two still had lingering smiles on their faces.

"Hey, what a good girl." Ozil sighed.

"Yeah, it's just right with me." Caesar didn't miss any good opportunity to attack his teammates.

"Tch, didn't you hear what she said, she doesn't like muscular men without brains." Ozil didn't say that he was muscular at this time.

Caesar also retorted: "She also said that she doesn't like a sissy like you."

"Brainless!"

"Sissy!"

"Brainless!"

"Sissy!"

The two took a taxi back while bickering, unaware that this controversial scene was photographed by the reporter.

Early the next morning, Caesar was woken up by a phone call.

"What's wrong with Andy?" Caesar muttered.

"Luther! What did you do! Why did you go yesterday?!" Andy's voice was anxious.

Caesar rubbed his eyes: "Going to watch the game."

"Look at your sister's ball! The news about you and Ozil fighting over a young model has spread! What did you do!"

"Ah?!" Caesar suddenly woke up, and he sat up suddenly from the bed, "Wh, who told this?"

"Hey, I'm also responsible for this matter. Last time we played against the Spanish U21s, I couldn't hold back and yelled at the reporter of the "Marca" next to me. Who knows that this guy has a grudge, and has been secretly searching for your negative news during this time. Early this morning, "Marca" and social media published photos of you arguing with Ozil."

"His uncle, the two of us just met a girl while watching the game. As for making such a fuss?"

Andy sighed: "Forget it, I will write a report for you, confirming that "Marca" is maliciously discrediting you. Don't worry too much, this matter is not a big deal, don't affect your status."

Caesar shrugged: "It's okay, I'm afraid that old man Hrubesch will scold me. As for the media, hehehe, I won't let them interfere with me."

"That's good. I just called to remind you. After all, you are different now. Not only in Germany, but also people in other European countries have begun to pay attention to you. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing. From now on, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds, you know?"

"Okay Andy, don't worry."

Caesar hung up the phone and shook his head.

I really didn't expect that I was said to be like this after I only met a girl.

As expected of "Marca", the ability to write stories is top-notch!
Seeing Ozil sleeping like a dead pig beside him, Caesar was furious.

It's not that you, an idiot, insist on arguing with me!

Otherwise, how could there be so many false reports!

Thinking of this made Caesar angry.

Just as he was about to get Ozil to teach him a lesson, Caesar's cell phone rang again.

It's Varga.

"Hello, Luther."

"Varga, you missed me early in the morning." Caesar said shamelessly.

Valky laughed twice: "Come on, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Huh? What's the matter, didn't you agree to come to our game?"

"You haven't read the news yet, what happened to us yesterday was posted on social media, but my mother found out and ordered me to go home."

Caesar learned yesterday that Varga is now living in Milan, and is working on a modeling career while studying.

"Well, is your mother worried that you are too young to get in touch with players?"

Varga paused and said: "Actually, she was blaming me for not catching a big fish. She said: 'What about Caesar and Ozil, can't you look for Ronaldo and Messi?' That's it, my plane this afternoon."

Caesar laughed dumbly, co-authoring is because of this.

"Okay, I'll come and play with you if I have the chance."

"Well, tell Ozil for me, tell him not to care too much about your body, I like his style of play very much."

"what about me?"

"Hehe, goodbye."

Caesar put down the phone and began to think hard about what the phrase "hehe" meant.

He didn't figure it out until Ozil got up.

Seeing Ozil squinting his big eyes, looking like he didn't know anything, Caesar found it funny.

"Mesut, do you want to make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Just bet the head coach saw one of our words and said 'you two sons of a bitch'."

"You haven't woken up yet, how is this possible?"

Inside the restaurant.

"You two bastards!!!!" Hrubesh looked like he wanted to eat them.

Ozil was stunned, and Caesar finally couldn't help laughing wildly.

the other side.

"Hey! Dole, you idiot! Did you announce their itinerary!"

Hoffman Hatcher called Dustin Doerr to find out.

Duer lazily said: "I know their itinerary, but I didn't announce it."

"Hehe, people like you always want to make troubles. I don't believe you will do something small when you know they are going to watch the ball?"

"That's what I was trying to do, and Nia James caught them two idiots bickering."

"Damn! Could it be you who told the "Marca"?!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Although I hate Caesar, I won't do things that will affect the state of the team. As for how the reporter of "Marca" knew, don't ask me, find the answer yourself."

"Tch, you will actually play a positive role one day."

"Tell your baby Caesar, be careful, sooner or later I will dig up his black material and get him a hand."

"Go to hell you."

(End of this chapter)