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Chapter 77 I am Chinese!
"This little rookie is really lucky!"

The game was over, looking at Fan Bizhuang who was celebrating with his teammates on the court, the little old man Juan shook his head with a chuckle, and took a sip of tea comfortably.

He is an old fan, and based on his vision of watching football for many years, Fan Bizhuang is indeed very lucky. Since he came on the field, his performance has been mediocre, but he did not expect that the kick at the last moment In the cross, it directly caused Villarreal's goal.Although in many people's eyes, Riquelme's ingenious omission is the key to the birth of this goal, but the fact is that the ball was passed from the feet of Fan Bizhuang, and the assist data cannot be missed. dropped.

A fledgling little guy, a rookie who no one cares about, has actually become a key player affecting the game. This is not good luck, what is that?
But all of this has nothing to do with the little old man. Juan didn't care whether Fan Bizhuang's performance was good or bad. He just sighed a few words, put down his teacup, and walked into the bedroom slowly.

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At this moment, in a restaurant in another city, a middle-aged man dressed as a waiter was standing under the LCD TV in the lobby with a gratified smile on his face.

On the LCD screen, Fan Bizhuang in a yellow jersey still had a cold face, Nihat was hugging his neck and saying something with a bitter face, and the players around him were all laughing heartily.

"Although there is an element of luck, Fan, after all, you have truly stepped into the circle of the top professional arena!"

The middle-aged man was naturally Contrales Molina. He looked at the familiar face on TV and remained silent for a long time.

After returning to the Basque Country, Molina, who had already lost his chance to work for Athletic Club of Bilbao, did not return to Villarreal to find Fan Bizhuang after settling things at home, but was thinking After a long time, he found a job in his city.

He has no other life skills, so he can only find a job similar to the bottom of the society. He is now working as a waiter in a French restaurant. Although this is not a profession he loves, the income here is not bad. Can get good consumption, at least, can support him and his daughter.

"Contrares! Damn it, what are you still doing there, hurry up, the guests at table 3 are waiting to be served, get over here immediately!"

Not far away, there was such a voice, a big fat man with a big brain was roaring loudly at him.

He is the lobby supervisor of this restaurant, that is, Molina's immediate boss. This is not a good-tempered person. He has a loud voice and is mean. The waiters in this restaurant have never been humiliated by him. of.

The same is true for Molina, but he is no longer a vigorous young man. The edges and corners that have been smoothed by society have taught him patience and restraint. Na still only responded lightly: "Come on, sir."

He raised his feet and walked towards the back kitchen, but before he left, he glanced at the screen behind him again. The boy's expression was still calm, as if he only wanted to do what he wanted to do, and the rest , cannot move him.

"It's good, Fan. Be the truest self. I hope you can continue like this."

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"The game is over! The game is over! Villarreal finally defeated the invading enemy with a score of 3:2 at the Ballad Stadium!"

"It was a game full of twists and turns, from leading to falling behind, and the lore at the last moment, it was like a Hollywood action drama, thrilling!"

"The absolute protagonist of this game is Roman Riquelme, the classical Argentine midfielder! With one pass and one shot, and one brilliant flash of inspiration, he completely dominated the game! The best player in the game must be him !"

As the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, several commentators also made "final speeches" one after another. The Love Song Stadium was once again boiling, and the fans were cheering, singing, and using their voices to speak to their players. Praise and praise.

The off-court cameras were also busy, and they pointed the cameras in their hands at the meritorious players in the Villarreal team, including Riquelme, Nihat, and Pires... just not Fan Bizhuang.

He is just a newcomer, an insignificant role, and he does not exist in the focus of people's attention.

The reporters are also full of enthusiasm, they are ready, the Villarreal players are celebrating on the field now, and when they come down, they will immediately rush towards the goal they have aimed for a long time ago In the past, and then get the first-hand interview materials.

"Winning is really thrilling. I thought we could only get one point. Ha, fortunately, we finally won!"

"Good job, Roman! You are the absolute protagonist today!"

"Kach is not bad, he scored a crucial goal at the last moment! But... I said Kach, is it cold under you right now?"

"Hahaha! Don't talk to him right now, I guess Kahe wants to die right now!"

Teammates gathered together, or clapped and laughed, or encouraged each other, and quarreled, and the topic turned to Nehat who tore off his trousers in front of the camera and pointed at Nehat who lightly scolded himself as an "idiot". Everyone was laughing like crazy, Nihat had a bitter face at first, but his face was thick enough, he didn't care about it for a while, and even yelled proudly.

"What are you laughing at! Have you ever seen such a big bird? Do you have it? Do you have it? If you don't agree, let's compare!"

Nihat's face was really shameless, and he wanted to tear off his trousers again, and pulled his teammates to compare with them whose bird was bigger.

The big guy's face is not comparable to his, so he can only smack his smile and scatter.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards who still want to be bigger than me, in the next life!"

After chasing away his unscrupulous teammates, Nihat, like a general returning from victory, raised his trousers proudly, swaggered up to Fan Bizhuang, and grabbed his arm.

"Little rookie, you made him miserable today! Worse than last time!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Nihat pulled his face down again, feeling very depressed, "I said you are a rookie, if your performance is bad, you will be bad, why did you suddenly explode like you were taking medicine at the last moment? I kicked such a beautiful pass, even if I wanted to deliberately miss it, it was impossible. I dare not let the water go at such a short distance. Alas, this is really embarrassing."

Fan Bizhuang glanced at his crotch, nodded, seeming to praise: "It's not bad, it's not too small."

"..."

Nihat almost fainted directly, you bastard, I was discussing something that I was very depressed with you, why did you mention the bird?You think I'm not ashamed enough, do you want to play me to death?
Nihat made a gloomy and fierce look, trying to scare Fan Bizhuang and let him know that the consequences of defrauding himself would be very serious. In the end, Fan Bizhuang patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the place not far away. stands.

Nihat looked over suspiciously, then his eyes lit up, and he ran over in a hurry.

The fans in that stand hadn't dispersed yet, most of them were female fans, a group of young girls flaunted themselves in the night wind, waving and screaming at Nehat in choppy waves.

"Kah! Kah!! Your bird is so big, I love it!"

"My body is hot, Kach, if you want, I will be yours tonight!"

"Here's my phone number, remember to call me, Kah! On this beautiful night, let's study this big, small, retractable bird, shall we?"

For a lustful and hungry ghost like Nihat, the shouts of the girls are like a mesmerizing melody. At this time, he doesn't care whether he is ashamed or not, he is like a fly seeing shit. go up.

"If I knew Luniao still had such an effect, I would have taken off my pants a long time ago, MD!"

A wretched smile appeared on Nihat's face. Obviously, he was already fantasizing about the wonderful ecstasy of this night.

Fan Bizhuang walked straight back to the player tunnel. Along the way, teammates and coaches greeted him, and some people patted him on the shoulder to praise him for a good job today. There were also some reporters holding long guns and short cannons, but they did not To pay attention to Fan Bizhuang, he only watched for a while, and then set his sights on star players such as Riquelme and Pires.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care, he went straight back to the locker room, made out with the Spring Festival for a while, and then walked into the player tunnel with the Spring Festival.

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When Contra came out of the visiting team's locker room after changing his clothes, he was immediately taken aback. A big dog was squatting on the ground with its eyes bulging and staring, shaking its head and tail.

"Whose dog is this? Damn it, someone brought pets here to the competition venue, and the security guards here eat shit, and no one cares about it?"

Contra yelled depressed in his heart, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would make any violent movements, which would make the big dog in front of him mistake him for provocation. If he was bitten by a dog here, then It's really a joke in the world.

"Spring Festival."

A voice came from the front, and the big dog turned and ran over wagging its tail, only then did Contra realize that a young face was right in front of him.

Contra collected himself, he naturally knew the owner of this face, and the two were still entangled with each other on the court more than ten minutes ago.

"Your dog?"

Contra licked his lips, but he didn't forget that he had repeatedly provoked him on the court just now. Now this little rookie brought a big dog here, what is he trying to do?Seeking revenge?What the hell!This is a big joke!

He was really frightened. He is a tough guy on the court, but in life, he is extremely afraid of dogs. Gein was chased and bitten by several vicious dogs when he was young, and he has been left behind ever since. psychological shadow.

"you you……"

Contra timidly pointed at Fan Bizhuang, wanting to say a few tough words, but Fan Bizhuang ignored him and went straight to him, stretching out his hand to push his fingers away.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you." Fan Bizhuang said lightly, glanced at the Spring Festival, then turned to look at him again, "Even if I want to trouble you, I won't let the Spring Festival help, I like Solve problems with fists."

Although the words were plain, it was precisely because of such plainness that Contra felt a little cold.He didn't speak, just looked at Fan Bizhuang, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, Fan Bizhuang continued to speak.

"I just want to tell you one thing. Didn't you ask me which country I am from before?"

Fan Bizhuang smiled lightly, but his expression was extremely solemn and serious: "Remember, I am Chinese! An upright Chinese!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Contra stood still, believing that for him, this face and this sentence would be engraved in his heart forever.

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