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Chapter 9 Awards!

"We are champions! There is no doubt about it!" concluded the Madrid TV commentator: "The best thing is that we won at the Nou Camp."

The members of Real Madrid laughed and danced, and even Ozil, who had suffered a sudden disaster, laughed loudly at this time, and hugged Zhu Xu fiercely: "Good job, good job! You two balls, Louder than a slap on Barcelona's face."

Zhu Xu didn't know whether he should smile wryly or not, but with a slap, the lovely little daughter-in-law fell to Real Madrid completely.

Ronaldo rubbed Zhu Xu's hair, and looked at Zhu Xu with a complicated look besides happiness: "Good job!" He felt a little more relaxed in his heart, but something was missing.

Zhu Xu smiled shyly. It is a happy thing to work hard with someone who has the same dream.This is how it feels to have like-minded friends. He suddenly understands why in special times, the ancestors can persevere no matter how difficult it is.What people are most afraid of is not material loss, but spiritual poverty. In those years, they lived like puppets, with no hope, no direction, and no desire to fight.Zhu Xu listened to Real Madrid's team song, looked at his excited teammates and cheering Real Madrid fans, how happy he is now, although it is very hard.

Camp Nou is building a simple podium.

Zhu Xu looked at a few people on the sidelines, who looked like big shots, walked leisurely into the field with a Super Bowl, and suddenly pointed at one of the white-haired old men: "Pu Ganda! Oh my god, it's Pu Ganda In person? I saw Godfather Pu, oh godfather...Wei...Wu!!"

Zhu Xu hadn't finished getting excited yet, Casillas pressed down his hand pointing to Godfather Pu with one hand, and covered his mouth tightly with the other hand, making it hard for him to say the word mighty.Cristiano made a hug gesture and whispered in Zhu Xu's ear, "Shut up."

Real Madrid's first-line main players knew in Zhu Xu's commentary that the word "Pu Ganda" means, as professional players, they understand the consequences of offending Pu Ganda better.Zhu Xu himself is not afraid of death, and he should not be buried with Real Madrid. Casillas and Cristiano decided that if Zhu Xu dared to say a common word, they would knock him out and carry him away.

Zhu Xu looked at the ferocious faces of Sheng Kaxi and Ronaldo, and he thought that if he said another word, he would probably be knocked out, and it was hard to say whether he would carry it away.Since he couldn't speak, he had no choice but to keep nodding his head and blinking his eyes, expressing that he was willing to succumb to the two men's despotic power.

Kasilikas and Cristiano let go of him, but they were still very worried. Ronaldo and San Cassie looked friendly and put their arms around his shoulders. They were actually monitoring him and threatening others with their eyes. , to prevent others from rescuing Zhu Xu.Zhu Xu looked at Marcelo and the others who were avoiding his eyes for help, and Mesut who retracted his head back to Karim, showing a helpless expression, he suddenly thought, but this is the so-called locker room authority?
There is a saying in China, the more you are afraid, the more you will go to hell. Surprisingly, Platini handed the trophy to his assistant, then hugged what Mourinho said, and walked straight to the celebrating Real Madrid players, and the nervous three people.

San Kaxi and Ronaldo were very nervous, they immediately turned around and glared at Zhu Xu, they were all this little kid, what did they mean with their fingers, just say no, finger hairs?Looking at the angry two people, Zhu Xu said cautiously: "Cat team, calm down, calm down, if you do it now, we should be even more suspicious. I won't dare again, don't do this, I promise I will not do this in the future." I will be so excited, don’t be angry, I really dare not (bird)~.”

"What don't you dare to do?" came a voice full of anger.

Saint Cassie and Ronaldo regretted not knocking Zhu Xu out, as did Godfather Pu. It's a big deal, do you need to be so close to the people?The reward is, after the award, you should leave as soon as possible. We are not Barcelona, ​​and we don't need to keep cultivating feelings with you.Unconsciously, Casillas and Cristiano also accepted Zhu Xu's opinion.

The eyes of San Cassie and Cristiano were like knives, Zhu Xu turned his head quickly, and then put on a pious and shy expression: "Mr. Seeing you, I want to change jerseys with you, and the card team and the robot feel that my proposal, uh~, is too troublesome for you." Zhu Xu smiled shyly, with a look on his face that was revealed by San Cassie just now. However, the blush remaining after being angry seemed so sincere.

Platini smiled and said, "Okay!" After speaking, he took off the handmade suit of a brand Zhu Xu didn't recognize.

Zhu Xu pushed forward beside him: "Can I sign my name?"

Platini simply handed the suit to Zhu Xu: "Where's yours? We're exchanging."

Zhu Xu simply took off his clothes, signed, and smiled blindly: "Thank you, Chairman."

Platini patted him: "Work hard! You are as talented as Messi." After speaking, he left leisurely.

Casillas and Cristiano turned to look at Zhu Xu: "Boy, if there is a next time, I will show you."

Zhu Xu immediately said dog-leggedly that next time he would definitely talk but not move, then he gave the two of them a blank look in his heart, and then turned his head: "Karim, come and see what brand this is, Mesut, you say I am If it is posted online, how much can it be sold for?”

The generals of Real Madrid were petrified. Cristiano Ronaldo and Saint Cassie thought, it's better to knock Zhu Xu unconscious. . .

Iker Casillas received the trophy on behalf of all Real Madrid, Pu Ganpai hung medals around everyone's necks, and everyone stood in front of the designated stage, posing with a click!A moment is frozen, and everyone in the photo is smiling so happily. This is the joy of gaining after hard work.Zhu Xu looked at the photo, his eyes, such happiness, this is the road of dreams, this is the life I want.Zhu Xu clenched his right hand into a fist and waved it towards the sky: Did you see it?Thank you!This pose later became his signature.

The Barcelona players quietly watched Real Madrid celebrate, and watched others celebrate in their home court. Only they know what it feels like. They want to leave, but they can't. Camp Nou is their home court, and there are them on the field. The fans, they are the owners, and their pride prevents them from leaving like this.Messi looked at Zhu Xu with complex eyes, a straightforward rush, and an amazing sense of balance. When he closed his eyes, all he could think of was that crisp kick and that wind-like speed.

After the award ceremony, Mourinho took Zhu Xu to the press conference coquettishly. After calming down, Zhu Xu wanted to laugh in his heart. Last time on the [-]th, the maniac uncle attacked the assistant coach after the game. I didn't attend the meeting, but this time I was in high spirits.

Zhu Xu followed carefully while scratching his hair. It was his first time attending a press conference. He glanced at Barcelona coach Pep Guardiola on the rostrum. He had already sat on the rostrum with Messi.At this time, only the mad man coughed, countless flashing lights flashed, and Zhu Xu's eyes had to be squinted.

Mourinho pressed his hands down very wildly, then sat on the rostrum, and looked at Guardiola provocatively.Zhu Xu finally understands why madmen are often bombarded. The reason is obvious. They are too arrogant. No matter whether they win or lose, Uncle Psy doesn't like to be polite.

Zhu Xu sat down and turned his head to meet Messi's gaze. He nodded and smiled, and the Argentine golden boy also smiled and nodded.The buttocks on this side just sat firmly, and the reporter on the other side immediately asked: "What do you think of this game?"

Guardiola said: "They won the game, we won the respect."

Mourinho smiled very flatly: "There is nothing to say, we won the game, and the applause of the Barcelona fans after the game fully shows that we have also won the respect, or the respect of our opponents."

As soon as Mourinho spoke, the Catalan media only felt a mouthful of blood gushing up.Damn Portuguese!

(End of this chapter)