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"Hello, Enzo?" Zidane finally found the place he wanted where he could tell his father and son his love, so he connected the phone that had been ringing for a long time.

"Dad, can you let Rodrigo go!"

Zidane was so choked that he couldn't speak at all. He felt that his stupid son was very powerful, otherwise how could he lose the mood to care and teach in an instant?

"Dad, what kind of coach are you if you can't protect your players well? You have to rely on unappreciated players to charge forward in the game, and then throw all the blame on others after the game. You..."

Enzo's roar froze the smile on Zidane's face. Zizu's current mood is very weird, so weird that it can't be described in words.

However, if Zidane was born in China, he would probably be able to know that his current mood is the legendary "thunder rolling".

"...You are really too much..."

Enzo was still eloquent, perhaps because his anger was suppressed to the extreme, Zidane actually had the heart to think about some messy things: Well, the voice is perfect, and it perfectly expresses the heart-piercing emotion; Full marks, it vividly reflects the anger and dissatisfaction with my old father; the expression cannot be seen, but it can be imagined...

"..."

After a long silence, Zidane, who couldn't wait for Enzo to speak, finally started to speak, "Have you finished speaking? Is it my turn to speak? Last night we drew with Barcelona, ​​and then Antonio's Barcelona fans My brother got into a fight with Real Madrid fans outside the Bernabeu, then Antonio's sister got into a car accident, so today the media is all criticizing Antonio, along with me and other Real Madrid players."

"He asked me for leave, I approved it at the time, and then there was nothing else. What else do you think I should do? I have no obligation or ability to help him! I will hold a press conference to tell everyone that the game is a draw. It has nothing to do with Antonio, is everything my fault? Or is it that Antonio's younger brother fought with the Real Madrid fans and the car accident that happened after that was the fault of the Real Madrid fans?"

"Enzo, you are not normal recently!" Zidane looked around, frowned or switched to French and lowered his voice, "Antonio has nothing to do with you, everything is just your own thoughts, you only came into contact with him." How many times? I need to remind you that I can call him Antonio, and you can only stay at the level of Rodrigo now!"

The sound of breathing from the other end of the phone became more and more intense, followed by the beeping sound of being hung up, and the expression on Zidane's face, who was about to say something to educate his son, instantly became gloomy. Stuffing the phone into his pocket, he let out a cold snort and walked away.

From that expressionless face, the passing staff could vaguely see a bit of anger and ferocity.

Enzo bit his lip, and lowered his arm a little annoyed. Zidane's words made him understand that his father still didn't know the news that was fermenting on the Internet. However, when he was still debating whether to apologize, Zidane next Those words pierced his heart to pieces, so he immediately hung up the phone.

Throwing himself on the bed, Enzo buried his face in the pillow sadly.Although he is an adult, he still has very little emotional experience, which is why he reveals a kind of innocence and stupidity of a young man.

After thinking about it, Antonio still felt that the future was hopeless. He stopped thinking about those things. He found a barber shop and shaved his hair clean.When he walked out of the store, the oncoming wind brushed his scalp. Suddenly, Antonio felt that he didn't seem to be so troubled.Could it be that the amount of hair also affects the activity of brain cells?

"Ha~ Is the editor-in-chief stupid? Look at the people who are ambushing in those corners of this hospital, what scoops can we get now?" The middle-aged man squatting at the corner of the inpatient department was the one from last night. They rushed back to the agency and got a big bonus. They just went home to eat something, and before they had time to catch up on sleep, the call from the editor woke him up.It turned out that the newspaper with the headline "Rodrigo Beats a Minor" this morning caused a great shock in the press and football circles, so the editor-in-chief who saw the huge benefits had the idea of ​​sending him out to continue discovering news , You must know that today, other news media have provided their newspapers with a considerable amount of money and attention in order to obtain the right to reprint.

However, he hadn't gained anything from staying in the hospital for nearly an afternoon. Of course, that young man with a shrewd mind also squatted here with him.

"Abel, don't play with your phone! I'm so sleepy, you just stare at it for a while." The middle-aged man Gilbert touched the arm of the young man next to him, and then couldn't help but yawned again.

"How long has Rodrigue been out?" Abel put away his phone, stood up and stamped his numb feet.

"It's been almost half an hour! Ah... I can't hold on anymore, let me sleep against the wall for a while!"

"He... is back!" Abel hesitated at first, but soon his expression became firm.He remembered this outfit, that person was definitely Rodrigue, even if the other person turned into a bald head!

Awakened, Gilbert raised the camera subconsciously. As a paparazzi, pressing the shutter has almost become the instinct of this body.

But after taking a few photos, Gilbert quickly realized something was wrong, "Huh? This is not Rodrigue? This is a bald man!"

"That's right! This must be Rodrigue!" Abel didn't stop shooting, until the figure in white and black trousers disappeared behind the door of the ward, he adjusted the camera and began to check the photos just taken.

Gilbert was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and zoomed in on the photos, and after zooming in on several photos until the face could be seen clearly, he slowly closed his wide mouth, "My God! This is really Luo's face." Drig! He...wasn't he fine when he went out? Why did he lose his hair when he came back? At this time, he still has the mind to cut his hair?"

"Who knows?" Abel stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, he didn't light it, but just bit it like this, miraculously, he could still speak in this situation, "Aren't these stars all Is this so? You can always do something incredible! "Rodrigo Shaves His Invention for the Coach's Forgiveness" -- what do you think of this title?"

Gilbert's eyes widened, and he had also seen the video on YouTube, so after being reminded by Abel, he knew exactly how such a group of photos could play a role at this time, "You are amazing! The brain is spinning so fast! In this way, tomorrow’s headlines will be there, right? Hey, Abel, I heard they said that you came back from the United States, is it true?”

Bite on a cigarette, Abel, who was still looking at the content of the photo, squinted his eyes, his voice was ambiguous for a few seconds, and then he quickly returned to normal, "...What do you care about so much? Let's go, there is nothing valuable here. something!"

"Where are you going?" Gilbert followed Abel's pace.

"Real Madrid Sports City! I have a hunch we can get what we want there!"

"Abel, why do you always catch the big news?" Obviously, Gilbert has completely convinced his new colleague.

"It's a talent. As a reporter, you need keen observation skills and some luck to be successful." When he said this, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Abel's eyes.One day, he'll go back there and destroy that bitch completely!

How many people are hidden in the hospital, where do these people come from, and what methods do they use... Probably no one knows the answers to these questions better than those guys from major newspapers who call themselves reporters and are commonly known as paparazzi. Bo and Gilbert left, some of them chose to follow, and some of them stayed.

Whose choice is smarter?No answer yet!

Antonio, who pushed the door open, shocked everyone in the room. Without the cover of his hair, the thrilling beauty brought out by the young man's deep eyebrows and eyes could no longer be hidden.

Sophia, who was still a little gloomy at first, cheered up, "Brother! Did the doctor take away your hair too?"

"Hmm." Antonio went to the bed and sat down, pinched the little princess's nose, and smiled very naturally.

What the hell!

As soon as Fidel covered his eyes, at that moment, he felt that he was about to be blinded by his elder brother.This feeling of blooming flowers, melting icebergs, and saving sentient beings, mmp, what stimulated my brother?

Ms. Lopez took one look at Antonio, then turned away quickly, then she looked at him again, then turned away again.She felt a little itchy in her heart, and even her fingers were a little eager to move.

Mr. Rodrigue had no expression, no movement, no words, but his eyelashes, which vibrated a few hertz faster than normal, were enough to tell that he was not at peace.

Although Sofia felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, she quickly put it behind her. She grabbed Antonio's big hand with excitement and sympathy and said, "Doctors are the worst! But brother, don't be sad, I don't have hair now either." .And didn’t Fidel say that as long as we behaved well, the doctor would return our hair? Brother, you are the most obedient, and the doctor will definitely return it to you when the time comes!”

As she spoke, Sofia raised her upper body and patted Antonio's head comfortingly.

Ms. Lopez pursed her lower lip, with a subtle smile on her face, she got up and walked over to put her hand on her bald forehead, which seemed extremely cute to her, and at the same time found an excuse for her behavior, "That's right , Annie, don't be sad, you have Sophia with you! Sophia, can you take good care of your brother?"

"Yes!" Sophia nodded proudly, and then she subconsciously glanced at the expression on Antonio's face, and then boldly continued her comforting actions.