Green Dragon

Chapter 208 The Little Handsome Guy in the Bar

When a group of people were full of wine and food, they walked out shoulder to shoulder.

This bar is probably very famous, because Long Shute has seen some familiar stars coming in and out here-don't forget, he has been trained in the Chelsea youth academy for two seasons. In the spare time, it is inevitable to see TV and movie works of some stars.

Among these stars, he even saw several Chelsea players, such as captain Terry, Ashley Cole, Anelka, and Terry's friend and former teammate Scott Parker, all of whom are from London. A well-known romantic figure in the city.

It's just that these bigwigs in Chelsea didn't notice Long Shute and the others. They entered the bar directly and familiarly, and then brought a group of women of all colors with heavy makeup and big buttocks...

A man like Van der Vaart whose wife is as good as a fairy is naturally immune to these people, but the young and vigorous Blind and Eriksson obviously looked at it a few times, and then they both stepped on it separately. Hit a customer on the left and right feet...

"I'm going! fxxk!"

If two feet are stepped on at the same time, even the best-mannered person can't help being rude, let alone the other party is only a young man in his twenties.

Take a closer look, this young man who squatted down in pain is quite handsome, with slender eyebrows and bright eyes, with a little embarrassing stubble, which does not have a melancholy color, at least in Van der Vaart, who was once known as the "Dutch Beckham". (Peak) In front of his appearance, he is not at all inferior.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the two "perpetrators" on Ajax's side hurriedly supported the handsome young man to sit down on the nearest sofa, "Are you all right?"

Van der Vaart looked at the other party with some worry, because he was familiar with London and knew the reputation of this bar. Apart from sports stars, those film and television celebrities often come and go here. These people's tempers are obviously not very good. Let's have a big fight and get caught by the paparazzi outside...

This is a bit too bloody.

The young handsome guy wiped away the tears that flowed from the pain, and finally stood up slowly.

Long Shute suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen this handsome face before...

He called the system's recognition function, but the incomplete system could only tell him that this guy is not a football figure.

He didn't recognize each other yet, but the handsome guy recognized them, and his eyes fell on Van der Vaart: "Are you Rafael Van der Vaart from Tottenham?"

"Yes, hello, brother." Van der Vaart nodded, slightly relieved.

Since it is a fan, it is much simpler.

Unexpectedly, the little handsome boy didn't look like he worshiped idols at all: "I'm a Chelsea fan."

This is embarrassing...

Van der Vaart coughed. As the big brother, he still wanted to kick the juniors out: "Just now my friends accidentally made a small mistake, I hope you forgive them."

The handsome guy glanced at Eriksson and Blind: "Are they also Tottenham players?"

"Uh, no, we are Ajax players." Van Basten answered for them.

"Ajax?" The opponent quickly responded, "The Champions League final?"

A group of people nodded.

"Very good," the other party actually smiled, "If you can beat Manchester United severely, I will forgive you!"

A group of people looked at each other and laughed: This is really a childish handsome guy...

"By the way, I recognized it, you are Luis Suarez!" The handsome boy slapped his thigh, "Captain of Ajax!"

Bao Yasu couldn't help being happy, and he was a little proud: he was the only Ajax player who was recognized!
Long Shute was a little depressed: I punched Real Madrid, kicked Barcelona, ​​and sat with Liverpool and Milan under my ass, you little guy can't recognize me? !
"Thank you for teaching Barcelona a lesson, as a Chelsea fan I hate them so much!"

The little handsome guy even reached out and shook Suarez firmly: "I'm Alex..."

"Nice to meet you, Alex." Su Xiaoya nodded reservedly, "If you have time, we invite you to watch our Champions League match at Wembley Stadium in three days, and we promise to do our best to beat Manchester United .”

"Thank you," Alex smiled, and then suddenly remembered something, "Do you have any tickets? I forgot to buy one..."

A group of people looked at each other speechlessly.

Although as a participating party, the club will give each player a few free tickets, and the location is very good. Whether it is entertaining family and friends, or going out to make a small profit, it is up to the players themselves to decide, but now the game is far away. There are only three days left, and almost everyone will keep their tickets till now...

Suarez was a little bit embarrassed. After all, he had just sent an invitation to the other party after he was full, but now he said that he didn't even have a ticket. Isn't it a bit embarrassing?
"How many do you need?" Deputy Captain Long Shute stepped forward.

Alex thought for a while: "If you can have four or five tickets, I will thank you very much, of course, I will pay for it..."

"No problem, this matter is not a problem for us," Long Shute smiled, "Give me a phone number or address, and I will send it to you after training tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Alex nodded, and wrote his phone number and address on a note, "But I have a MV to shoot tomorrow, you can call our home number when you arrive, just say yes my friend……"

"I see." Long Shute glanced at the address on the note under the slightly dim light. It was a well-known wealthy neighborhood in London. "See you tomorrow."
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"You should have no extra tickets now, right?"

After walking out of the bar, Suarez asked a little strangely:

"And I remember that you have already given the gatekeeper Tony, and several other representatives of the fan association, are you sure you can still get tickets now?"

"Of course," Long Shute patted Blinder on the shoulder. "Whoever steps on someone else's foot will get tickets. This is a very simple matter, isn't it, Daly?"

As the son of the sports director, Blind Jr. Can't get a few tickets?
At noon the next day, Blind got freshly printed tickets from his father, and he gave them to his roommate.

Then he stretched out his right hand to Long Shute and rubbed it together: "Where's the ticket money?"

"You didn't make a mistake, did you?" Captain Long took the ticket with one hand, and knocked off his wretched right hand with the other, "I'll settle the matter for you, it's fine if you don't pay for the hard work, give it back to me Want money?"

Blind smiled hehe: "You don't think you have a crush on that handsome guy, do you?"

Long Shute's eyes widened with anger, and he opened his mouth with a big word: "Get lost!"
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London is indeed an international metropolis and the largest city in Europe, but its urban area is not huge compared to the giant cities in China.

After the training, Long Shute hailed a taxi and arrived in front of the community where Alex lived in only half an hour.

Of course, the rich man's community would not allow him to enter at will. The security guard at the gate stopped the Chinese captain in casual sports attire very rudely.

Long Shute had no choice but to call the landline number on the piece of paper, hoping that Alex's mother or father could hear...

Fortunately, the phone was picked up after only half a minute of ringing, and a slightly lazy female voice came into Long Shute's ears along the wireless wave: "Hello?"

It's just that Long Shute had a very strange belief in his heart: Generally speaking, those who have a particularly nice voice are usually ugly...

So he didn't even have any waves in his heart, and directly explained his intentions: "I'm Long Shute, Alex's friend, is he there?"

"Long... Shot?"

"Oh no, I'm not called a long shot, although I'm a football player..." He explained to the other party very skillfully, because this kind of thing has happened too many times, almost everyone will be surprised when they hear his name Such a joke.

"Football player?" The other party was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "I see, just wait a moment, I'll call the guard..."

Long Shute saw that the phone in the guard room rang quickly, and then the guard who was rude just now became friendly in an instant, he opened the main entrance of the community graciously, and invited Long Shute go in.

Under the guidance of the guard, he quickly found Alex's residence.

A three-story luxury villa, surrounded by empty lawns within tens of meters, and there are no signs along the way. If there is no one to guide him, he may have to wander here for a long time to find it...

"...Miss Watson's house is this building, Mr. Long, please." The guard nodded at him, and then walked away step by step.

The doorman's accent was so strong that even Long Shute, who had lived in London for two and a half years, could only vaguely understand it.

The door was opened in advance, but as a Chinese representing 13 billion compatriots, Long Shute still politely pressed the doorbell.

"Come-in..." came the slightly lazy voice from inside.

Long Shute pushed open the door and walked in.

Typical British style, simple but with unique personal taste, it can be seen that the owner of this house is rich but not extravagant...

When I have money to buy a big house in the future, maybe I can ask Alex or his family to help me design a home style?
While thinking this way, Long Shute walked towards the living room following the voice he just heard, and then he couldn't help but stop.

It was a 21-year-old young woman, with blond hair casually scattered on her shoulders, reflecting a faint halo in the afterglow of the setting sun, eyebrows like willow leaves raised slightly, and a pair of brown eyes that seemed to always contain a pool of clear water , only a light makeup was applied on the face, and some freckles were faintly visible on both sides of the nose.

then……

It was the corner of the mouth that was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the air.

"We meet again, Chinese player, Mr. Long Shot."

Faced with such ridicule, Long Shute couldn't help shaking his head:

"Yes, we meet again, Miss Emma Watson."
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It just occurred to me that I need some referral tickets
(End of this chapter)