perfect arc

Chapter 234 Chapter 230 Four: Fatty's Dissatisfaction
Kabinet got into the compartment of the taxi, and smelled a garlic oil.

The driver was a big fat man with round arms and thick belly. He looked only 35 years old. The heating in the car made the fat man even take off his down jacket, and now he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

After Kabini got into the rear compartment and closed the door again, the fat driver was not in a hurry to ask where Kabini was going, but quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue before saying, "Great! Really got me on board with a star."

Once again, hearing the pure Maasai accent at close range made Cabine feel warmer.

"Oh? Really?" Kabinet replied with an embarrassed smile, pointing to his own nose.

The fat man smiled at Kabini through the rear-view mirror inside the car, and said: "I came to this taxi stand to queue up an hour ago, and I didn't have time to eat lunch. I just saw that the taxi line was not my turn yet. I simply ate a few mouthfuls of the chicken legs I bought earlier, which made the whole car smell like garlic oil, I'm sorry!"

Cabine waved his hands and said, "It's okay! The job is just to be able to eat, and from what you said, I believe you are also a football fan?"

When the fat man heard this, his expression brightened immediately, and he said, "Of course, since you are in Marseille, you must support the city's team, Marseille."

Kabini let out an "oh", not only saw the fans outside the car gradually blocking the way of the taxi, but also heard another taxi behind the taxi beeping and urging, so he said to the fat driver: "Trouble you!" Drive faster, I wasn't in a hurry, but the taxi behind was rushing hard."

Basically, it was because of his obesity that the fat driver made a series of movements very slowly and laboriously. In such a situation, he was still able to bear his temper and slowly packed the chicken drumsticks with garlic oil. Put the food bag on the co-pilot seat next door, and finally tear out a tissue from the tissue box and wipe the oil on the mouth.

The fat driver's belly is so thick that it seems that the steering wheel in front of the belly is squeezed out of shape. Since Kabinet, the guest of this work, is talking about driving faster, he is serious and puts the full tonnage He lifted his body upwards, thinking that there would be more space between his belly and the steering wheel, so that driving would be more convenient.

Then, the fat driver pressed the status card of the taxi, indicating to the outside that passengers had been loaded. Before he stepped on the accelerator, he glanced at the rear of the car through the rear-view mirror, and said in his mouth: "Reminder. What's the reminder? It's like I'm afraid that I won't be able to carry the guests, it's really annoying!"

Hearing the fat man's driver complaining about the taxi driver who was urging them to drive faster, Kabiner instinctively wanted to laugh out loud, but since he was completely unfamiliar with the fat man, he didn't act presumptuously and suppressed his emotions. It stopped.

The funny thing is, in less than 20 seconds, the fat driver drove the taxi out of the range of the airport, but the taxi was already running on the highway, and the fat driver didn't see where Kabinet was going.

At this point, Kabini felt a little funny, thinking that the better he felt when he returned to the old place, he changed his normal routine and teased the fat fellow from his hometown: "Huh? Don't you know where I'm going?"

I never thought that the fat driver's reply would be so accurate. He said, "Who among the fans in Marseille doesn't know your background? You must have come back from Granada this time to visit those old friends in the old courtyard. Isn't it?"

"That's right! Being famous means you can't hide your past." Kabini read softly.

The fat driver couldn't hear Kabinet's soft voice at all, but he continued: "When I was queuing at the taxi stand just now, I saw a large group of people slowly coming towards the taxi stand from a distance. Knowing that you, a big star, are surrounded by fans, and I am still counting the order of the taxi queue one by one, wondering if I could be lucky enough to give you a ride! Ha~ha~!"

When the fat driver laughed a few times, he saw his fat belly trembling with the rhythm of the laughter.

Kabini was also smiling. It was difficult to explain the joy of returning home, but he was not as wanton as the fat driver's laugh. When he didn't understand why the fat driver's laughter was getting louder, Kabini seemed to feel the joy of the taxi. The front part of the body was also shaking.

Finally, after more than ten seconds, the fat driver coughed three times and stopped laughing. He even shifted the shift lever of the taxi. Go straight on the road.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had begun, the fat driver decided not to end the conversation, and wanted to have a good chat with a rising European star like Kabinet, but the fat driver's first question made Kabinet Some don't know how to answer.

"Hey! Actually, I want to ask, since you grew up in Marseille, why didn't you start playing in the Marseille youth team? Instead, you went to the Netherlands to play for your hometown team. okay?"

"Uh~~~!" Kabinet opened his mouth halfway, and kept "uh" for a long time.

The fat driver also seemed to be aware of Kabinet's embarrassment, and said sensibly that if you don't want to answer, you don't have to force it. Anyway, everyone has the right to keep their own private affairs.

"No~no~no~! There's nothing to cover up about these things, I'm just thinking about how to express them!" Kabini understood what the fat driver meant, and was eager to explain everything.

The fat driver gave a "huh" and continued unceremoniously: "Didn't you participate in the Marseille team's trial training before? With your strength, they should recruit you into the youth team?"

These words brought back Kabini's memories.

After clarifying his thoughts, Kabinet replied: "Hmm~! That's right! When I was ten years old, I did go to the application office for the junior division of the Marseille team and filled out the application form carefully. I was still young at that time. , I went back to the dormitory and thought that the Marseille team would definitely reply me soon, but...they didn’t even give me a chance to try out.”

The fat driver's face gradually changed, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter every time. Kabini knew very well that the other's expression was undoubtedly a kind of mild anger.

"So when you grow up a little bit later, you just leave Marseille and go to the Netherlands alone to see if there are opportunities elsewhere? Right?"

Facing the fat driver's question again, Kabinet felt a little helpless, so he had no choice but to answer: "That's right! Anyway, the nursing home has clear regulations. As long as the residents are over 16 years old, they are free to apply to leave the nursing home. I just couldn't wait and wanted to join the youth team of any team soon, so I ended up going to Holland."

"Damn it! What happened to those stupid staff members of the Marseille team? Damn it for letting go of a promising new star like you!"

The fat driver is naturally a fan of the Marseille team. Seeing that his favorite team missed Cabinet, that is, the European golden boy sitting in his back compartment, imagine him expressing a round of dissatisfaction at this time, and spit out a few sets of dirty words at the same time. , In fact, it is also very much in need of understanding from outsiders.

Cabine was the one who understood him. He said: "Don't be too angry, maybe it was just a misunderstanding, maybe my application form was lost by them, so they didn't notify me to try out in the end. .”

The fat driver snorted and said, "Even if it was really a negligence, it is unforgivable!"

(End of this chapter)