[Football] King Of Europe

As a result, it was a complete disappointment.

The unrepentant reporter just stood outside so foolishly, and waited another full 30 minutes according to his own psychological bottom line.

Time flies so fast, and he wished that this period of time would never end, until the clock on the wall turned half a circle, and at the gate of the Porto training base, except for him and the same-named Fernandez, there was no one else A second person appears.

Could it be...is the huge Porto training base so empty today? !

Simao Wigan was a little frustrated. He moved his eyes to Fernandez, and then read an emotion called "it should be" in the eyes of the other party.

The gatekeeper was so calm and calm, as if everything that happened now... was within his expectations.

Maybe what he said was right, what he thought was wrong, alas!

The young reporter couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart. After standing still for a long time, he finally decided to change his pace.Waiting at the gate of Porto's training base for so long but getting nothing, maybe going to a coffee shop to rest can relieve his physical and psychological fatigue.

However, this time...

The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon is very hot, especially at the end of August.The sweltering heat isn't quite gone yet, and the beloved fall is here...and still a while away.

Unfortunately, he is not familiar with the surroundings of the Porto training base.

Simao Wigan went around, but he couldn't find the place he wanted to go in the nearby places.There are no cafes or dessert shops, not even a fast food restaurant.

Maybe that's just what da Costa is doing, thought the young Mr. Reporter, whose mouth was so parched that the thoughts in his head had begun to go in some weird direction.

Are these not junk food?It has always been a forbidden item on the players' diet.Thinking about it again, the scouts and scouts who will always stay outside the training base...

Maybe it was because of this reason that Da Costa drove away so that there was no shop outside!

Poor Mr. Reporter felt that his legs were going to break, and all his strength was going to be exhausted.The terrible thing is that there is not even a single person on the street. In the summer of August, the Porto Avenue is so deserted.

Maybe there is really no other way, he thought, it was a mistake to come here today.

When Simao Wigan was about to despair, his goddess of luck seemed to come at last.He turned a corner, deviated from the main street, and at the end of a not-so-spacious street, he saw a warm-colored signboard.

Aha!

Thank goodness Dessert Shop, it was so good!

The young reporter is like a young seedling growing listlessly on the cracked ground.The warm-colored signboard was like rain falling from the sky, making him alive.

Simao Vigan almost couldn't wait, dragged his body and walked over quickly, and quickly pushed open the door.

And the moment the door was pushed open, his eyes widened.

what!

Why is that person sitting in the corner so familiar!

The author has something to say: Today, I used Xiaolu + Zhuge Nutututu to beat him from four bloods to bloodskin

As a result, the loyal ministers rescued him with peaches twice, and Xiao Lu was killed because he got stuck in a peach! ! !

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ps. Happy National Day~