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Chapter 138 Rejection
Fan Bizhuang knelt on the ground, pointing to the sky with both hands.

In the eyes of others, his celebration is very public and passionate, but only he knows that he is not celebrating a goal.

Nihat tailored a number of celebration moves for him, including 360-degree backflips, one-handed push-ups, and street dance moves... and at this moment, none of them came in handy.

Fan Bizhuang pointed upwards, staring blankly at the starry sky.

"You see, aunt?"

Nihat ran over from behind, pinned him to the ground, and yelled like crazy: "You're so beautiful, I really have you, little rookie... Hey, why are you crying?"

Nihat felt tears in the eyes of his partner below him, but before he had time to think about it, he was crushed under him by other teammates who arrived later.

"Go in! Go in!! The ball goes in! That's amazing, Van!"

"Boy, I really want to give you a new look. This shot is so beautiful!"

"Win! We're going to win! We're going to beat Real Madrid! Haha!"

All the teammates swarmed over, excitedly playing Arhat stacking.Not far away, the Real Madrid stars shook their heads and sighed in frustration and helplessness.Although it is just an ordinary league game, losing three points is not the end of the world, but the feeling of losing is always very bad, especially when the opponent is cheering for victory, the mood is even more depressed.

After the intervention of the referee, the players of the home team ended their celebration, returned to half-time, and the game resumed.

Although there is more than one minute left in the game, theoretically Real Madrid still has a chance to tie the score, but in fact, Real Madrid's momentum was completely destroyed by Fan Bizhuang's sudden goal, and they failed to organize again. A threatening attack was launched, the time passed in the blink of an eye, the 3-minute stoppage time ended, the referee blew the whistle, the game ended, and Villarreal completed an unexpected goal after conceding a goal at the Estadio di La d'Oro Made a reversal and defeated the strong enemy Real Madrid.

The Love Song stadium has become a sea of ​​joy. Although the first victory of the new season came a bit late, but the three points can be snatched from the powerful Galaxy Battleship, which is enough to make the fans even more excited.Many people in the small town are surrounded by Real Madrid superstars. Now that their team has defeated their favorite star, this feeling makes them novelty and more confident in their team.

"The whistle blew and the game was over! We beat Real Madrid 2-1 at home. It was a wonderful and incredible night. The last time we played against Real Madrid here, we lost 0-3 neatly. Now, We won, and we shut out strong enemies! This makes me, as a member of Villarreal, very proud!"

"Thanks to the team, Mr. Manuel, thanks to Nihat, thanks to the lads and, of course, thanks to Fan! This young No. 23 player, every time he plays, his performance is amazing. This This time is no exception. Yes, he is the MVP of the game, and he is the most shining star at the Love Song Stadium tonight!"

Alsace was holding a headset and a microphone in the commentary booth, shouting loudly, but no one was listening to what he was saying at this time, the boiling love song stadium had already drowned out his voice.

"Little rookie, your one-handed shot against Iker Casillas was really beautiful. Even I can't fault it. You can do it. I haven't seen you for a holiday. Your shooting skills have improved. When did you practice? ah?"

After walking around the field with his teammates to express their gratitude for coming to the scene to cheer for the team, Fan Bizhuang and Nihat walked to the side of the court together.

"How about it, my shooting skills are pretty good, haha!"

Fan Bizhuang is obviously in a good mood. Not only did he have an assist and a goal in the game, but he was also voted the best player in the game just now. At this moment, he is holding a ball that symbolizes the MVP award in the game. champagne.

The two were talking and laughing when a figure came up to them.

"Can I swap jerseys with you?"

Casillas was shirtless and raised the jersey in his hand.In terms of fame and status, the Dongfang boy in front of him can't be compared with him at all, but he was deeply impressed by Fan Bizhuang's calm and powerful shot at the last moment, so he plans to collect the opponent's jersey.

Nihat nudged Fan Bizhuang with his elbow and winked at him for a while.Casillas is a double goal of Real Madrid and Spain. He is a well-deserved superstar player. He took the initiative to ask for a jersey exchange. For a rookie like Fan Bizhuang, it is a very face-saving thing.

What surprised him was that Fan Bizhuang's joyful expression that he had imagined did not appear. Fan Bizhuang didn't even intend to take off his jersey at all. This is a game of great significance to me, and I plan to collect the game jersey."

He said sorry, but the indifferent tone didn't sound like apologetic embarrassment.Nihat rolled his eyes speechlessly, Fan Bizhuang has this temper, anyway, I don't know you, so there is no need to have a good face.

Casillas looked a little embarrassed. Most of the time, others took the initiative to ask him to exchange jerseys. It was a rare time that he approached him, but was rejected. What made him depressed was that the person who rejected him was still a An unknown rookie.

Fortunately, Casillas had enough self-cultivation and no business, so he just smiled regretfully, nodded, said goodbye, turned and left.

"I said rookie. He is a big-name player. He is willing to exchange jerseys with a rookie like you. You are still dragged up. Are you okay?"

Nihat complained suspiciously, and Fan Bizhuang replied casually: "I told him, I want to keep this jersey for myself."

"Then why don't you explain it well to others, I see you look very impatient. What if your attitude is considered provocative and contemptuous, isn't it making enemies out of nowhere?"

"Ha ha."

Fan Bizhuang curled his lips, he doesn't care, whoever he loves, whether others like it or not, has nothing to do with him, he is not Euro, and everyone doesn't need to have a good impression of him.

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"Fan! Fan! I am a reporter from "Valencia Sport", can you accept my interview?"

"Congratulations on your victory over the mighty Real Madrid. As the biggest contributor to the team's victory, do you have anything to say?"

"One assist, one goal, your performance is decisive! Dongfang boy, starting today, you will be famous in the Iberian Peninsula! I think it is necessary for you to talk to us about your feelings at this time, which is very important for your popularity. Diffusion helps a lot!"

"You came off the bench for 10 minutes, but you were elected as the best player in the game. Can you talk about how you usually practice?"

As soon as Fan Bizhuang walked to the sidelines, the impatient reporters swarmed over like cats smelling fishy, ​​scrambling to ask their own questions. They all aimed at him, Someone even put a microphone against his stomach.

Although it's not that he has never seen his teammates being chased and intercepted by reporters, and he himself has the experience of being surrounded by reporters, but this is the first time he has encountered such a crazy siege like today, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

He looked at Nihat as if asking for help. The latter smiled, waved his hands shamelessly, and ran away.He scored a goal in the game, and he was also responsible for the team's victory. Some reporters were also tossing him, but the number was much smaller than that of Fan Bizhuang.

"I……"

Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth, a reporter raised his spirits, and stretched the microphone closer again. As a result, Fan Bizhuang's eyes lit up, and he pointed at Geng Ziyu in the crowd, nodded and said, "Go ahead and ask questions."

Geng Ziyu was stunned for a moment. All along, Fan Bizhuang had always treated him with a nonchalant and indifferent attitude. He knew that it was impossible for him to get an exclusive interview with Fan Bizhuang, so he mingled among the crowd, intending to be Fan Bizhuang's answer. When other media reporters asked questions, he also recorded them, but unexpectedly, a surprise fell from the sky, and Fan Bizhuang directly called him to ask questions.

Geng Ziyu was almost knocked out by the pie, and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Is it me, Master Fan?"

Fan Bizhuang was happy, and nodded in response: "En."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Geng Ziyu was so excited that he was almost dancing.

"It's not fair! We also have the opportunity to ask questions and interviews alone. I am a reporter and I have the right to interview! I am a reporter for "Valencia Sport", Fan, and you must answer my questions."

When Fan Bizhuang called the call, many reporters looked at the middle-aged oriental reporter with envy and hatred, and some expressed dissatisfaction. One of the reporters who claimed to be the No. [-] newspaper in the Valencia region protested loudly.

Fan Bizhuang still had some impressions of this newspaper. If he remembered correctly, they had spared no effort to smear and ridicule him in the newspaper before. Among them were them. It seemed that they were the most noisy.Fan Bizhuang is a very vengeful person, referring to the fact that Geng Ziyu never got an exclusive interview with him, you can see how small-minded he is.

Don't say that you don't want to be surrounded by so many people, even if it's only one of your newspapers to interview, I won't wait for you! MD, spat on me before, and now wants to get my interview, dream it!

"That's right, you have the right to be interviewed, but citizens also have the right to refuse to be interviewed!"

Fan Bizhuang's expression turned cold. Although in many people's eyes, his expression had always been cold, like a paralyzed face, but now his tone was colder and more determined. Many reporters did not understand why Fan Bizhuang suddenly changed. He put on an attitude, but when he looked at the colleague from the "Valencia Sports Daily", there was an extra look of watching the show in his eyes.

But the good show didn't happen. Although the middle-aged reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses was very indignant, Fan Bizhuang ignored him and turned around to leave. followed.

　PS: I recommend the old book "Green Master", friends who like sports can go and read it!

　　By the way, I would like to ask for recommendations and collections. The grades are not very good. Please give some motivation to the book friends. Thank you for playing football! ! !

　　


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