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Chapter 64 The Odd-tempered Neighbor
That night, Fan Bizhuang and Spring Festival moved into this quiet courtyard.

Mr. Moya and Aunt Suzanne were really enthusiastic. The former took the initiative to drive the bullock cart to the big supermarket in the city to buy some daily necessities, while the latter made a table full of goodies in Fan Bizhuang’s new home. As for Fan Bizhuang's joining Villarreal and congratulating him on his housewarming.

Coach Ruben also stayed and helped Fan Bizhuang clean up the new home together. After eating, he said goodbye to Fan Bizhuang.

When Moya and his wife left, they repeatedly told Fan Bizhuang that if there was any need for help, he must go to them.

Fan Bizhuang was very moved. He has lived in Barcelona for many years, but he has rarely experienced such a warm feeling. The warm-hearted coach Ruben, the united and friendly teammates, and the kind and enthusiastic Moya couple, although they are just newcomers, but Everything here made Fan Bizhuang very satisfied.

Fan Bizhuang pushed open the window and looked at the dark sky. Mottled starlight fell from the gaps in the leaves outside the window. The breeze blew by, and the coolness of the night and the smell of flowers and plants came into his nose. A sense of well-being.

"The Spring Festival, this is our new home. From now on, we will live here. You are also very happy with the new place and the big yard, right?"

Spring Festival was thinking about standing in front of the window with two hind legs and two front paws by the window, salivating with a big tongue, imitating the appearance of the master, and looking curiously at the night outside the window.Hearing the master's question, it got down from the window excitedly, running and jumping back and forth in the room.

It is telling Fan Bizhuang in this way that it likes this place very much, because it can run and play freely here.

"I knew you would like it, Tongs is still too young."

Fan Bizhuang happily touched the head of Spring Festival, and continued to look out the window.

But soon, Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment. Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw that there seemed to be eyes watching him from the opposite side. It was also a window, and by the window, a vague figure was standing upright. Although the sky was dim, Fan Bizhuang could still feel that the other person was looking at him.

"It should be the neighbor named Juan."

There is also a courtyard adjacent to this small courtyard. Fan Bizhuang had already noticed it when he was looking at the house. It is more than double the size of the rented courtyard.

According to Aunt Suzanne, his neighbor is an old man named Juan. His wife passed away many years ago, and his son is not in Spain or even in Europe because of work, but is all over the world. Flying everywhere, so old Juan lived alone for many years.

Aunt Suzanne specially told him that this old man has a weird temper, he doesn't like to be in contact with people, and he usually lives in seclusion.But she told Fan Bizhuang not to care, because as the owners of this small courtyard, Moya and his wife hadn't met Juan very much for so many years, and Fan Bizhuang probably wouldn't have too many people living here. Opportunities to communicate with each other.

In the evening, several people from Fan Bizhuang were busy in and out of the small courtyard, and they had never seen the neighbor named Juan, but they did not expect that at this moment, they had a face-to-face meeting, although because of the weather The reason may be that they can't even see each other's faces clearly.

Fan Bizhuang hesitated for a moment, but still called out: "Mr. Juan?"

There was no response from the other end, but Fan Bizhuang could feel that the other party's eyes were still on him.

So he yelled again: "My name is Fan. I just moved here. We will be neighbors in the future. I..."

"Bang~"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Bizhuang heard a slight sound from the opposite side. Obviously, the opposite window had been closed.

"What a freak."

Fan Bizhuang rubbed his nose and said something to himself, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was originally a character who was not good at communicating with people, so he just casually said a few words out of politeness. Since the other party didn't want to talk to him , He also saves wasting words with the other party.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Fan Bizhuang also closed the window, lay back on the bed, and covered himself with a quilt.

"Good night, Spring Festival." Fan Bizhuang snapped his fingers towards the Spring Festival and said with a smile, "I wish you a good dream in your new home."

The Spring Festival said "Wow", in response, ran to the wall and jumped to press the switch. The room was plunged into darkness, and it returned to its new nest.

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The night passed, and the morning came.

Fan Bizhuang was already up when the first ray of sunshine came to the small town along with the breeze.

Although he changed to a new environment, he was very adaptable. After sleeping soundly, he got up and stretched. Spring Festival had already jumped on the bed, licking his face with his big tongue, and was saying goodbye to him. Good morning.

"Good morning to you too, Spring Festival. It seems that you slept very comfortably last night."

Fan Bizhuang patted his head and got up from the bed.

Next is dressing, washing, and making breakfast.

After picking up and picking up, Fan Bizhuang changed into his sports clothes and sneakers, tied two footballs around his legs, and went out.

Although he has already left La Masia, some habits cannot be left behind in a short time. He thinks that these small special training plans made by Enrique and Mr. Vilanova for him are still useful, so he intends to stick to them go down.

One person and one dog jogged out the door, as if competing with each other, chasing each other.

When passing by the small courtyard next door, Fan Bizhuang slowed down. An old man with silver hair was holding a kettle in his right hand, watering the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

There is nothing surprising about his face, but his expression is very focused. He is like treating a child, carefully loosening the soil, watering, and gently playing with flowers and plants.

"Is this Mr. Juan?"

Thinking so, Fan Bizhuang nodded towards the courtyard, "Good morning, Mr. Juan. I'm Fan, your new neighbor."

There was no response, and the silver-haired old man didn't even raise his head, and continued to concentrate on doing his own thing.

Fan Bizhuang shrugged, took a step, turned and ran forward.

After running for a certain distance, he realized that Spring Festival hadn't followed him. He turned his head to look, only to find that Spring Festival was in front of Mr. Juan's courtyard, raising his feet, making a mark with "huchi~huchi~".

"This Spring Festival, wherever you go, you can occupy the territory!"

Fan Bizhuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was surprised to find that Mr. Juan, who didn't pay any attention to his accusations, walked to the gate of the courtyard, staring at the Spring Festival when he lifted his feet to pee.

Not to be outdone during the Spring Festival, the two spiritual eyeballs stared back, big eyes and small eyes, and one person and one dog became addicted to the game of "stare blankly".

"Let's go, Spring Festival."

Fan Bizhuang's shout broke the atmosphere that seemed to have sparks in the air. He was really afraid to continue. Maybe he could do something disgusting and bastard during the Spring Festival. If the old man fainted from anger , that would be a big joke.

Even so, after hearing the master's call, the Spring Festival also turned around, using four claws together, struggling to plan the hole, the splashed grass and soil piled up to Mr. Juan's feet, and his shoes were Covered with yellow dirt.

That's not all, after doing all this, the Spring Festival proudly made a face at the other party, and then ran away.

Fan Bizhuang could clearly see that the little old man's face seemed to twitch, he suppressed a smile, turned around and ran away with Spring Festival.

Behind him, the little old man Juan opened the courtyard door, squatted down, and brushed off the grass clippings and soil on his shoes. Then, with a small shovel, he filled the small hole dug out by the Spring Festival with soil, gently Calming, focused and serene.

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The team's training is still step by step, not much different from yesterday. The morning is basic and physical training, and the afternoon is tactical simulation and drills.

There was an intra-team match yesterday, and because of his fairly good performance in the match, Fan Bizhuang was more recognized by his teammates, and everyone got along fairly well. While training with everyone, Fan Bizhuang asked some questions. Where I don't understand, I occasionally chat with you.

The atmosphere was very relaxed. Of course, for Nihat, he was full of tears. Obviously, the head coach Pellegrini did what he said, and he was cheated by Fan Bizhuang. Not only did he receive special care from Ruben during the training, but the amount of training also increased a lot. When everyone was resting, he was still on the field alone, gritted his teeth and ran around, his forehead was covered with dense pimples. beads of sweat.

Everyone was gloating and cheering him up while laughing. Nihat shrugged his face and only looked at Fan Bizhuang occasionally. Goosebumps.

After the routine training ended, Pellegrini announced that the team will continue the training game.

This surprised the players. Although the team's internal training games are often held, there will be intervals in between. It is quite rare for two consecutive days of uninterrupted games to be played like this.

After all, the league missions of professional teams can be regarded as frequent, and the intra-team matches are also played according to actual combat standards. Every time you play an extra game, you will add a little more fatigue. In order to save energy and prevent too many injuries, so The coaching staff seldom conduct intra-team games frequently, one or two games a week is enough.

But since the head coach has an order, the players are confused and can only implement it without compromise.

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