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Chapter 67 Guess
"Roman!"

When Riquelme was walking towards the parking lot, he heard someone calling him behind him. Turning around, he saw Fan Bizhuang chasing after him. Two footballs were tied to his thighs, bouncing back and forth. , It looks very funny.

Riquelme grinned, showing his white teeth: "The two footballs on your feet look very interesting."

"Heh, the training method that the coach taught me before is very useful for cultivating the sense of the ball." Fan Bizhuang ran up to him, touched his head in embarrassment, and smiled.

In fact, Fan Bizhuang doesn't know much about Riquelme. He just knows that the opponent is the team's number one star and the absolute core figure.The two of them didn't have much contact, but the few words Riquelme occasionally said to him were very helpful to him, which made Fan Bizhuang very grateful.Of course, he was also a little restrained, because every time he saw him, he felt like he was facing Pellegrini. The Argentine is usually a little silent and doesn't talk much, but the wise light in his eyes is the same as that The blond old man was very similar.

"It's a good way." The smart Riquelme figured it out as soon as he thought about it. He pondered for a while, then nodded appreciatively, and then looked at the boy with sweat on his face from sprinting, and said, "Is something wrong, Fan?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to say thank you."

"En." Riquelme's expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. His face looked ordinary, but it was because of such a smile that made him look more friendly. He waved his hand, "Just want to play a joke with Kach, don't thank me."

"And what happened last time, thank you for reminding me." Fan Bizhuang nodded, and then said, "I wanted to thank you last time, but you left too fast, and usually...uh..." Fan Bizhuang Zhuang couldn't find a suitable wording, he couldn't say it, because you usually have a high-cold style, you are not easy to get close to, right?

If so, is it still a thank you?Maybe people thought he was here to provoke!

"No, I know what you want to say." Riquelme said indifferently, "There are thousands of people who play football. What you can learn and comprehend depends entirely on yourself. If you are not smart enough, then count me Remind you, you still won't understand. So, everything is your own credit."

"Even so, I still want to say thank you." Fan Bizhuang said solemnly.

"Okay, then I accept. If you really want to express your gratitude, you can come to my house as a guest with the Spring Festival in your free time. To be honest, I really like this big dog who is smart and human. But it doesn't seem to like me, every time I tease it on the sidelines, it will be at my feet..."

Speaking of this, Riquelme paused for a moment, while Fan Bizhuang grinned. He understood what the other party was expressing, but this was also a way of expressing friendship during the Spring Festival. Too lazy to pee.

Of course, he didn't say this, how can I say it, ha, Roman, Spring Festival likes you very much, that's why he peed next to you and splashed on your shoes... I can't even think about it.

"What, is there anything else?"

Seeing Fan Bizhuang standing there, Riquelme asked again.

Fan Bizhuang scratched his hair: "I just want to ask, how did you know that my name is actually on the list?"

"Guess." Riquelme responded directly with a smile, "When Coach Ruben announced the list, I noticed that there were indeed only seventeen names. Then why did he only read seventeen names? Why not all of them? The announcement is over? Simple, because he probably wants to tease the rest of the people. The whole first team, only you are new to the team, combined with the practice games these days, so I have reason to guess , Coach Ruben and Mr. Manuel want you to integrate into the team as soon as possible and lead the training with competition. In this case, they will most likely arrange for you to play in the next league..."

Riquelme spread his hands, with an appearance of "I am Sherlock Holmes": "So, with so many clues gathered together, the answer is obvious. They want to arrange for you to appear, and deliberately hide a certain name, This is because they want to give you a surprise, of course, they may also want to see your prank from disappointment to joy... I am 80.00% sure that the name that is left unpronounced is you!"

"It's amazing." Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth wide, and he felt that his eyes seemed to be filled with admiration, "Roman, I think, if you stop playing football, you can even start a private detective agency , your reasoning ability is too powerful."

"Ha, I like reading books, and the Sherlock Holmes collection is my favorite." Roman nodded seriously, and then saw Fan Bizhuang's admiration and shock, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, opened his mouth and laughed, which made Fan Bizhuang laugh. Zhuang was a little puzzled, not knowing what the other party was laughing at.

"Okay, I won't tease you." Riquelme bent over and continued to laugh, "You think I'm so powerful, even if I speculate that your name should be on it, I won't talk about dancing in a maid costume Go make a bet with Kach. I won’t do anything I’m not sure about. In fact... I already knew that your name was on the list. When Coach Ruben and Mr. Manuel were talking on the sidelines, I saw it, yes Yes, I can speak a little lip..."

"..."

Well, Fan Bizhuang has to admit that he is a little confused. It turns out that Villarreal really does not have a "good guy". Even Riquelme, who looks so steady and silent, is full of stomachs" Bad water".

Poor Nihat, just fell into the pit.

"Okay, I have to go, it was a pleasure chatting with you, Fan, see you tomorrow."

Seeing Riquelme waving goodbye and gradually walking away, Fan Bizhuang shook his head and turned to leave.

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The next day, Fan Bizhuang passed by Juan's courtyard again. The little old man was still in the courtyard, playing with his flowers and plants leisurely, with an extremely serene and focused expression.

Sensing a figure running past, the little old man raised his head, put down the kettle in his hand, and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

The Spring Festival has already appeared there, first urinated at the place where it marked, then turned around, turned its back to Juan, digging holes, despising, and then ran away swaggering and wagging its tail.

This has become a normal state. The Spring Festival seems to be at odds with this eccentric old man, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't come here every day to provoke him.

Fan Bizhuang smiled apologetically at the little old man. Sure enough, Juan did not look at him as usual, but just opened the courtyard door, squatted down, and refilled the small hole dug out during the Spring Festival. returned to a flat state.

"Running with two footballs tied, is it really effective?"

When Fan Bizhuang was about to leave, to his surprise, the little old man Juan suddenly spoke.If it wasn't just the two of them here, he would never have thought that the little old man, who had never looked at him, was talking to him.

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, and then searched his guts before confirming that this was the first time this neighbor had spoken to him.

"It's okay, mainly because I'm used to it."

Fan Bizhuang responded, and then the atmosphere fell into silence again. Juan picked up the kettle again and began to water his sweethearts. Fan Bizhuang thought that the other party would not speak again, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"Does the team have a game today?"

Juan's voice suddenly sounded again.

"..."

A few black lines almost appeared on Fan Bizhuang's forehead. This old guy always makes noise when people don't expect it. Isn't it so scary?
"Yes, the league match with Getafe." Thinking so, Fan Bizhuang still replied calmly.

"You will also play?" Juan finally turned his face around, with doubts and sarcasm in his eyes, "If I remember correctly, you should have just joined the team not long ago, so you can play so soon? You Is it that powerful?"

There was nothing wrong with the words, but it sounded weird, as if the other party looked down on me.Well, Fan Bizhuang has to admit that he is indeed a rookie, and it is reasonable for others not to like him.

"I entered the 18-man squad, I don't know if I can play."

Juan nodded and said nothing more.

Fan Bizhuang also lost the interest to continue the conversation. It was quite pleasant to communicate with such an old man with a weird temper. He waved his hand, turned and ran away.

When Fan Bizhuang's figure gradually disappeared into the horizon, Juan put down the water bottle in his hand, turned around and walked back to the room. He found a yellow jersey, looked at it again and again, and then put it on himself.

He decided that in the evening, he must turn on the TV to see how this new kid will behave—well, to be precise, he wanted to see if this rookie would have a chance to play ...

(End of this chapter)