[Football] King Of Europe

Simon Vigan froze completely, unable to describe the emotions in his heart.

It was as if a thousand noisy animals were arguing in his head with a sound no less than the roar of a rocket taking off.

This... this is simply cheating!

Why did he walk towards this side? Could it be that there is something wrong!

Maybe he was just heading in another direction, and the target was not himself? !Not far away from me, there is Scolari!

The young reporter was so tense that he subconsciously clenched the pen in his hand, exposing his knuckles that had turned white from excessive force.He wanted to twist his neck, but his body seemed to be under some invisible control, so that he couldn't do anything.

Not at all.

Jose Mourinho, he walked past Scolari without looking away, really... came towards himself!

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and even his expression was relaxed and peaceful, but for some reason, Simao Vigan was subconsciously nervous. He couldn't control his emotions, so he could only watch helplessly as the other party approached and walked away. close……

Huh? !

Mourinho stopped and lowered his head slightly.

Isn't it for him? ? ?

Needless to say, he was shocked and puzzled. In his line of sight, a strange smile appeared on the face of Porto Young Marshal.Simao Wigan didn't know what words to use to describe it, but he had an intuition that Mourinho was right to play tricks.

Sure enough, just as he had imagined, the Portuguese reached out with lightning speed, and suddenly...pressed the button on the boy's ps.

And at the next moment, the boy raised his head angrily, and for a moment he only had time to catch the boy's eyes, which were amazingly bright because of the too intense emotion - one can imagine how serious this has had on his game, The young man was obviously very angry, but the moment he saw the person coming, his expression changed 180 degrees and turned into complete astonishment.

And at this very moment, Simao Vigan, the young reporter who sees everything, already thinks that the world is going crazy.

Either the world is crazy, or he is going crazy!

He saw it!He has seen everything!Nothing can escape his eyes!

He heard it!He heard all the conversations!Nothing can escape his ears!

Somewhere, as if destined by heaven, the young reporter bent his fingers unconsciously and made him touch a foreign object. The next moment, he pressed the switch of the recording pen.

"...Sir, you paid me back! I was going to win!"

"Perhaps you should explain why you are here." The slightly deep voice dragged on, making people's heart tense for no reason, "...do I give you a day off just to let you sit here and drink Do you play games with milk tea?"

Sebastian... He really has never encountered a more cheating time than now.

Familiar places, why, meet familiar people! ! !

Opposite him, another chair on this small square table was being pulled away by a person he was too familiar with, and he sat down unceremoniously.

Before that, that person had once left, but before the boy could catch his breath, he immediately turned around and turned back.

Going back and forth is even more shocking.Sebastian noticed that there was an extra porcelain cup at the end of his line of sight——

Well, the villain in my heart is silently crying against the wind.Sure enough, he was too young to think that his husband would leave soon, and now that he even brought the cup, he was not afraid of talking dry.

Look at this posture - it's the rhythm of a long conversation.

Dessert shops, game consoles, holidays... Adding it all together, it's the rhythm that makes him die miserably!

"...What are you thinking? Tell me?"

Mourinho's voice was leisurely and calm, but Sebastian would never think that it was really so harmless. He glanced at the other party carefully, and finally, silently pressed his finger on the off button.

Then honestly put it on the square table.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows slightly, but instead smiled a little.

In the end, Sebastian decided to tell the truth: "I was thinking, sir, why did you come here..."

In such a warm place, all the drinks are sweet drinks. It feels so out of tune with the young Marshal of Porto who looks like a king.

Then, in the smiling eyes of the other party, IQ was off the line, and he answered without fear of death: "...If I knew it, I would go home and play live."

If one day, someone asked him how he died, needless to say, he would definitely be stupid!

Why!His IQ can be so low!Could it be that he was teased by milk tea?

If you said you knew it earlier, you would go home and play live - Sebastian, you idiot, didn't you know that you would not play live if you knew it earlier, did you sweat profusely at the training base!

So he thought of what to say, and immediately added another sentence: "...I was wrong, sir, what I mean is, if I knew it earlier, I would not play live and train at the base."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that Mourinho's expression seemed to be a perfect combination of a smile and a black pot.

This indescribable look——

Sebastian suddenly realized that what he just said was also wrong.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!

Wait to die!

It's no longer fun to play!

After a long while, he heard Mourinho's voice, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger: "...so, if I didn't touch it, did you continue to fight?"

Sebastian: "..."

Incisive!

No words to show acquiescence, but a small fight is still required: "Sir, live games are very popular... If you are interested, I can teach you."

The attempt to change the opponent's position failed, and the opponent still followed his own way of thinking unswervingly: "...you love live football so much?"

Sebastian paused, thought for a while, and finally decided to break the jar.Anyway, everything has been seen, and it's useless to save him. Doesn't he do too many cheating things! ! !

One more is not too much, and one less is not less... Ahaha!

In the team... there are quite a few players who play live games and football managers. This game has always been popular in the football world, so it should be... nothing!

"No, I still think cm is more fun. I always play cm at home..." He paused, and finally couldn't help but say, "The Porto file I opened in cm has already won the Portuguese Super League and the Champions League three times in a row. Crowned."

"..."

After a while, he finally heard the person on the other side speak, low and slow, which made him feel as if he had done something stupid again:

"So, are you planning to finish leveling in CM and become the commander of Porto?"

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