[Football] Goalkeeper Superstar

When Kevin saw Dijia, it was like the spy shadow.

When he was at the airport, he was already dizzy by all kinds of inexplicable direction signs, and finally he couldn't help calling Di Jia's phone.

"Where are you?"

"I'm not near the exit?"

Kevin put down the phone, stood on tiptoe and looked around again: "I'm at the exit door, I didn't see you."

Dijia took off his sunglasses slightly at this time, looked around furtively, and finally saw his target person.

"Oh, I saw you." Although Dijia saw Kevin, he didn't walk over immediately. He just approached Kevin quietly from behind with a man with black hair and black sunglasses behind him. .

Kevin was still standing at the door looking forward stupidly at this time, and then he felt someone yank him from behind, and he was dragged out of the door suddenly, and then another man also carried his hand. Running out with him with the briefcase.

"Diga?"

Of course Kevin recognized Di Jia, otherwise he wouldn't just run after him.

"Don't talk! Get in the car!" Dijia was the first to rush out of the airport gate, and a black Mercedes not far away rushed over and stopped in front of Dijia.

Kevin was still in a daze when he heard someone shouting from the side: "It's Dijia!"

Suddenly, swarms of reporters rushed over without knowing where they came from!

"Where? Where?"

"That Tiga? Is it Tiga Van Crussel?"

"Over there! Look! It's really Dijia!"

The people at the gate of the airport looked in the direction of the sound almost at the same time, and Kevin suddenly felt a chill all over his body!Seen by this group of wolves and tigers, his whole body is stiff!

Dijia had already opened the car door quickly and rushed in. Then, looking at Kevin who was still in a daze at the door, he grabbed Kevin by the skirt and dragged him into the car!

The man who ran at the end with a briefcase also ran desperately, rushed directly into the front passenger, plunged into the car and slammed the door, the driver hurriedly shouted: "Sit tight! "

Hurray!The whole car rushed out at a crazy speed!

At this time, Kevin in the back seat was still falling on Di Jia's body, and Di Jia's neckline had just been pulled violently by Di Jia, holding him for a long time without breathing, and now he is not only panting, but also coughing non-stop.

Di Jia, who was pressed under by Kevin, just lay on the seat like this, not at all embarrassed by being pressed under by Kevin, but instead stretched out his hand to pat Kevin on the back to help him feel better.

"You, what's the matter, ahem... so many people are chasing you?"

The man sitting in the front passenger seat with a briefcase turned his head to look at Kevin, his eyes lit up, and he didn't speak.On the contrary, after Di Jia helped Kevin calm down, he got up slowly, and then said casually: "Didn't I tell you last time, I'm in Juventus."

Kevin nodded, panting: "I know. But there are still some reporters holding your name, are they picking you up?"

Dijia smiled: "Oh, it's nothing, I just scored a few more goals recently."

Kevin is skeptical.

Di Jia didn't want to waste the precious time with Kevin on such topics, he patted the man with the briefcase sitting in the co-pilot seat, and said to him: "Mendez, this It's my good friend, Kevin."

Then he turned to Kevin and said, "This is my agent, Mr. Mendes."

Kevin didn't think about any agent matters at all, he turned his face away, looked at Mendes blankly, and nodded: "Hi, I'm Kevin Sanders."

"Jorge Mendes." The man who looked very smart laughed, and then looked up and down at Kevin, especially lingering on Kevin's face, and finally, in Kevin's slightly embarrassed eyes, he Confidently showing his most sincere side: "Then, I'll call you Kevin. Do you have an agent?"

Di Jia showed a smirk on the sidelines.

Kevin looked at Tiga, then at Mendes, and said carefully, "For now, not yet."

"Trust me, you will need an agent." Mendes was very happy that Kevin did not have an agent. He smiled and began to sell himself around the bush: "Every player wants to play well and focus on football. Of course they I also need to earn some extra money." Mendes laughed: "Just like you. If you want to earn some extra money, I can also help you find a good endorsement or channel."

Kevin was a little puzzled when he heard this, and looked at Di Jia.

"Mr. Mendes helped me accept this endorsement and commercial, but I heard from him that the director still lacks a goalkeeper, so~" Dijia smiled: "I recommended you to Mr. Mendes."

Kevin looked at Di Jia, then at Mendes, nodded, and continued to be expressionless: "Thank you."

Mendes originally thought that Kevin would be very excited, but he never expected that Kevin's face would be so expressionless, and it made him unable to see what the boy was thinking.

It's better to accept it as soon as it's good, and Kevin will definitely agree to sign a contract with him when he arrives at the filming location.

Mendes smiled, he was quite confident about this.

The car drove very fast, and soon arrived at a city that Kevin didn't know, turned left and right and entered a residential area. After entering, Kevin saw from the car window that the place was closed.And many staff members are busy walking around the venue.

The car stopped, and Kevin watched Di Jia smiled at him and walked out. Kevin opened the car door suspiciously and took a few steps forward.But one by one, all the people who have been swept away from TV, newspapers, or club analysis materials have all appeared here.

Kevin's eyes widened.

He saw

C Luo.

Neymar.

Rooney.

Then!Kevin immediately couldn't control himself and ran up, staring at the man wearing the big Paris jersey with braids for a long time!

Not long after Ibrahimovic arrived on the set, he was still wearing his jersey, looking at other players on the field.Everyone just arrived, and they all saw each other a lot in games or on TV, and there was an unspeakable embarrassment for a while.

At this moment, a black-haired boy rushed over, stood in front of him, and then stared at him with shining eyes without any shyness.

Ibrahimovic raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy.

I heard the boy say something.

"I, can I give you a hug?"

……

wtf ?!