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Chapter 121 Fan's Holiday

"Excuse me, have you seen Fan?"

"It's that thin oriental man. He was still in the stands before, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?"

"You don't know him. In fact, his appearance is very obvious. He has black hair and yellow skin... I haven't seen it before? Well, I think he entered the locker room, but he never came out. I thought he was still in it , what? There's no one in there?"

"Are you a Villarreal player? Sorry, I don't want to... well, give me an autograph, and by the way, do you know Van? Where is he?"

At the exit of the stadium, Geng Ziyu looked like an abandoned child, with a depressed face, and he was constantly asking the passing fans for something.In fact, he was also in the stands before, "staring" at Fan Bizhuang, but after the game, he clearly saw the opponent enter the locker room. He is not a player of Villarreal, so naturally he couldn't get in. In desperation, he could only guard at the exit of the stadium. As a result, the fans in the stadium slowly dispersed, and he couldn't wait for anything.

Nihat drove the car here slowly, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand was stretched out of the window. He waved to the fans with a flirty expression. Enthusiastic fans begged him to send autographs. How could he not satisfy such a small request from the fans, he is the most helpful, and it is definitely not caused by emotions like showing off and enjoying worship.

The car passed in front of Geng Ziyu, Geng Ziyu waved, Nihat reversed the car, stuck his head out of the car window without saying a word: "Want to sign? Are you an oriental? Come here, bring a pen and paper, I I'll sign it for you. By the way, autographs are fine, but group photos are not, I'm busy."

Geng Ziyu was really dumbfounded, he was almost forced by the enthusiastic Nihat to write his signature on the clothes, and when the other party started to leave, he quickly grabbed his arm.

"Don't, don't pull, this is driving, and I don't like men holding my hand. If you don't let go, if you don't let go, I called! Really, I said I don't have time to take a photo!"

China has a population of 13 billion, and there are not 8000 million narcissistic people, at least [-] million. Geng Ziyu asked himself that he is well-informed and invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. In the end, Nihat’s narcissism and shamelessness still surpassed his resemblance ,sign?group photo?I'm going to fuck your sister, if I didn't know that you are Fan Bizhuang's teammate, if I couldn't find him, I would f**king look at you more, I would have eyes of needles!
"No, it's not for a group photo, I just want to ask, have you seen Fan? Where has he gone?" Geng Ziyu asked anxiously.

"Don't you want to take a group photo? In fact, if you show more sincerity, I will take a group photo for you. I am actually a very friendly star. Or, please beg me to say something nice?"

A look of disappointment flashed across Nihat's face, and he muttered a few words to himself, and then his eyes became vigilant, "Who are you? Why do you inquire about Fan? Could it be that you are a terrorist? Damn it, there is nothing in your clothes. What is hiding? Take it out and let me see?"

Geng Ziyu was completely helpless. In addition to being narcissistic and shameless, he had another impression of the Turkish star, his IQ is a chicken.

"I'm a reporter, and there's a camera under my clothes. Look, this is my press card." Geng Ziyu showed the other party a look at his press card. Under the dubious eyes of the other party, he continued to ask, "Look, I'm a Fan is Chinese, so I want to interview him, fans in our country love him, I have to send more news about him back to China, so... do you know where he is?"

Nihat had an expression of "you think I don't read enough, so you come to lie to me": "Hey! Don't pretend that I don't know anything. Fan is just a rookie. He is not as handsome as I am, and he is not as famous as me. Who will interview him? Stop teasing me!"

"I'm not kidding you, Fan is a Chinese, and we Chinese fans like to pay attention to the news of players who play in Europe."

"Oh, that's right." Nihat believed for a while, then suddenly became interested, and almost stretched out his body out of the window, "Why don't we, I don't know where he went, but it's because of the little rookie. In terms of face, as his compatriot, I will give you a chance to interview me alone? Are you sure that this interview will be broadcast on your domestic TV station, and there should be many Chinese fans watching it?"

"..."

Geng Ziyu was powerless to complain: "I just want to know about Fan."

"I'm really ignorant. I'm much more famous than a rookie. Don't let me down!" Seeing the other party's look of lovelessness, Nihat curled his lips and continued, "Well, since you don't want to interview me , then I will do a good deed and tell you about the rookie in Villarreal, this is the exclusive news, he and I are the best... er, buddy!"

Geng Ziyu's eyes brightened, and Fan Bizhuang's figure was nowhere to be found, but it's also good that some insiders provide more real and exciting news.His head was moving like a chicken pecking rice.

"Then I'll just talk about it. By the way, these news will appear in China at that time, right? Remember to bring my name, don't forget... I and the rookie, Fan, we are in the team relationship My best friend, when he first came, he was always squeezed out and bullied by other teammates. I helped him get ahead. Once, I beat ten of them... Ha, and, he likes to go to bars the most After drinking, I remember once, because of a spanking Russian big horse, I had a conflict with others. When the beer bottle was about to hit him on the head, the hero finally appeared, er, it was me, I beat him again Ten..."

Nihat babbled non-stop, Geng Ziyu opened his mouth like a duck egg, and burst into tears—what kind of inside information is this called Fan, the whole content is you exaggerating your own heroic deeds, Fan Well, cowardly, lustful, lazy, and most importantly, IQ seems to be worse than that of a ten-year-old child... Brother, are you sure this is really about Fan Bizhuang, not yourself?

"What the hell is this? Brother Fan, where have you been?"

Geng Ziyu lamented helplessly in his heart, and wiped away the saliva splashed on his face by Nihat by the way, his face looked hopeless.

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Naturally, Fan Bizhuang didn't know that the Chinese reporter who had been wanting to interview him was being tortured by his good friend Nihart's saliva outside the city stadium, but even if he knew, he had no interest in responding.

Of course, if you know that Nihat described himself as the background picture of his majestic image, that would be another story.

After leaving the stadium, Fan Bizhuang went straight to the bus station.Before coming here, he had dealt with the small town's affairs, so as soon as coach Pellegrini announced the disbandment of the team, he went straight to his destination.

He made an agreement with two coaches, Enrique and Vilanova. After the other party understood his requirements, they easily found him a "next home".

Naturally, the next home was in Barcelona. Fan Bizhuang didn't stop there, and as the night was getting darker, he got on the car back to Catalonia.

He doesn't intend to waste the two months of vacation, and what he has to do now is to implement his vacation training plan.

In order to be more focused, and in order for someone to disturb him, he simply pulled out the battery board of the phone from the car.Anyway, Molina knew where he was and would find a way to find him, and he didn't care about the rest.

His holidays, all his time, are at his disposal.

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The Royal Catalan Football League is a football club in the city of Barcelona.

The name is very grand and bluffing, but to put it bluntly, this football club is not formal, it is a semi-amateur team. The team members are students from nearby universities, and there are some workers and football apprentices. They are currently playing in the Spanish D-League.

There are five levels in the Spanish Football League, namely, First Division, Second Division, Second Division, C Division, and D Division.

Class D ranks last, so one can imagine what the status is.The D-League is also known as the Regional Amateur League. Basically, as long as you have the money to register, you can basically participate in this level of league.

Of course, participating does not mean stepping into the circle of professional football. The real professional leagues in Spain are actually only the first and second divisions, as well as the second and second divisions. The third and third divisions are outside the threshold of professional football. Amateur players who like football, as well as some players who can't play in professional teams, are full of these two levels of leagues, huddling together to get by.

It is more appropriate to say that they are devoted to the love of football. It is only because of their love that they actively participate in the lowest level league. For them, it is too much to become a real professional player. distant.

However, it is not without amateur players starting from low-level leagues, gradually showing their talents and sharpness, being spotted by scouts of professional teams, and thus embarking on the road of real football.

After all, this is a minority. The so-called big waves washing the sand may not be gold, but more fools.

And Fan Bizhuang's "new home" is this famous and powerful Royal Football League team. Of course, it is only temporary. In these two months, he will become a member of this team, participate in All games of this team.

Although the regional amateur league has also entered a hiatus, since it is an amateur, it is different from the real professional league. There are many games to play. Although the level is not very good, for Fan Bizhuang who just wants to hone his skills, It is also enough.

Nobody knew where he was from, or that he was a real professional, and here he was, starting his vacation.

　PS: In the new year, I wish all brothers and sisters all wishes come true and happiness in 2017!

　　Recommend the finished old book "Master of Greenery", and ask for some favorites and recommendations by the way, thank you for playing football!

　　


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