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Chapter 165
The recording of the program went smoothly, and everything was in accordance with the pre-discussed procedures. Lars was a humorous host. With his witty words, he easily mobilized the fans and audience in the recording room, and there were laughter from time to time. .

Fan Bizhuang also felt very relaxed. Although another guest seemed to be a little unfriendly to him, Lars was very good at controlling the atmosphere of the scene. With repeated gags, he quickly brought the topic back to the normal track. He just needs to Answer the questions according to the previous rehearsal.

However, when the live show was about to be held, another guest, Correa, challenged Fan Bizhuang again in a provocative tone: "I heard that the football environment in China is very bad. With all due respect, in my opinion, The Chinese don't seem to understand what real football is. Fan, as a Chinese player, do you think you can play football well?"

This question is considered malicious. It disrespects Fan Bizhuang and Fan Bizhuang's motherland at the same time. Lars frowned. This question was not in the script prepared in advance. He was a little confused , I don’t understand what’s wrong with Correa today, he keeps asking harsh questions. He has cooperated with Correa many times in the past, and it has never been like today, such... er, thanks smoke!
Yes, if this was not at the recording site of the program, Lars would have wanted to slap the other party to the ground. "Iberia Football Dynamics" is a program he created with all his efforts, and he said it was his Children can't take it too seriously. Correa's finding fault like this is tantamount to hitting him in the face on his territory. He has restrained enough not to explode on the spot.

"Ha, Mr. Correa really likes to joke. In fact, Fan has already answered your question with practical actions. He temporarily ranks first in the La Liga scorer list. If such statistics cannot prove that Fan is a true football genius , then I am afraid that there are not many players in the world who dare to say that they can play football?"

Lars gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but his face was still full of smiles. Before Fan Bizhuang could reply, he stood up and asked Fan Bizhuang to change the subject, while winking at Correa again and again.

Correa turned a blind eye, stared at Fan Bizhuang, and continued: "Ha, of course I know Fan's current ranking in the scorer list, but what I want to know is, are you confident to continue to stay on it? Temporary Being on the list doesn't mean anything, what a good professional player needs is continuous outstanding performance. Do you think you can do it?"

Fan Bizhuang also stared at the other party closely, waved his hand to stop Lars who wanted to speak again, nodded and said, "You will see."

"Really? Then I am looking forward to it. How about we make a bet?" Correa looked provocative, "At the end of the season, if your performance is still recognized by fans and media all over Spain, Then I lose. If not, then you lose."

"What about the bet?" Fan Bizhuang raised his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional football commentator, and I won't participate in money gambling. Well, if you lose, you need to tell the media in public that you are an idiot, you can't play football, and you Chinese Can't play football! How about it?"

Correa's expression seemed triumphant, whether he agreed or not, this was a vague concept, if he didn't admit it, it would be hard to tell, and naturally it would not be a matter of winning or losing.Of course, he doesn't think he will lose, because the bet with Alsace, he has found a lot of information on Fan Bizhuang since then, and in his opinion, this is a lucky boy who suddenly appeared , the ability is average, but it's just shit.. luck.He didn't believe that the other party would continue to be so lucky.

"You... hum!"

Lars finally showed an angry look on his face, he glared at Correa bitterly, and then kept winking at Fan Bizhuang, signaling him not to accept the other party's "provocation". He was also signaling with his eyes to tell Fan Bizhuang not to get angry.

The fans and spectators in the audience finally discovered something was wrong between the two guests on the field. Correa's provocation aroused the dissatisfaction of the fans, and many people stood up and shouted.

"Who is this guy? Isn't he too shameless?"

"Is this bullying our Fan? Damn bastard, get out!"

"Bullshit guest, don't let me run into you when you go out, or you will definitely let him taste the power of Lao Tzu's fist!"

The scene tended to get out of control, with scolding and roaring one after another, the staff at the scene were sweating, and kept calming the emotions of the audience.Correa, on the other hand, had an attitude that had nothing to do with him, staring at the silent Fan Bizhuang with a smile.

"Why, don't you dare to accept my bet, the talented No. 23 player?"

Fan Bizhuang sneered in his heart and raised his head: "No problem, I accept. But I want to know, what will you do if you lose?"

If Correa's attitude before just made him feel unwilling to talk to him, but now, it's Chi Guoguo's disgust.Provocation with words that insult oneself and one's motherland is simply unforgivable.Since the other party wants to gamble, let's gamble. Anyway, he has confidence in himself, and he can't lose—the most important thing is that Fan Bizhuang is not a good man, even if he accidentally loses the bet, he won't lose it. Admit it... Hey, those who are not familiar with Fan Bizhuang's black belly and shamelessness don't even know it!
"Sure enough, he's a young man, he can't stand the stimulation, hey, isn't this falling into a pit?"

Correa thought proudly in his heart, and still had a winning smile on his face: "Although I don't think I will lose, but since you have proposed it, young man, then well, you say the bet."

"I don't need you to show up in front of the media and say something innocuous. My condition is very simple. If you lose, come to my city and take off all your clothes. Remember, you are naked and crawl around the city! "Fan Bizhuang said coldly, with an indifferent expression, "Remember, you must crawl around the city!"

"you……"

No matter how confident Correa was, when he heard Fan Bizhuang's conditions, he couldn't help jumping up from his seat, his face full of anger.

This shit is too ruthless, if... If I really lost the bet and crawled around Villarreal naked, I am afraid I will become the laughing stock of the whole of Spain, and my statement and work will all be burnt.

Lars was also stunned, and then he laughed. He was extremely annoyed at Correa and he did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "Ha, what an interesting bet. Notary of the bet. What do you mean, Correa?"

"I..." The stakes were too high, and Correa hesitated for a moment.

The audience in the audience clamored again.

"What the hell, the bet I made, and now I'm scared again? You're really like a bitch!"

"Don't compare him with us women. If this kind of hot chicken is mixed into our women's team, it would be a shame!"

"Ha, man and woman, do you dare to agree?"

"Support Fan! Damn bastard, you're a scum! Get out!"

Correa was a little bit stuck. He pointed at Fan Bizhuang bitterly, and said in a gloomy tone, "Young man, didn't your family tell you that you need to respect your elders? This condition of yours is too insulting." right?"

Fan Bizhuang sneered twice in his heart, first you came to insult me ​​and my motherland, and now you come to tell me why I need to respect others?Is it possible for you to take advantage of the cheapness in this world if you want to be alone?How can there be such a good thing!

"This is my condition. Bet or not?" Fan Bizhuang just stared at him.

"Haha, bet or not! Damn old thing, how dare you bet!"

"Are you admitting it? Spicy chicken!"

"It's so domineering! Fan is really different, this is my idol, so cool!"

The audience in the audience booed and booed, and Lars looked at him mockingly. Correa gritted his teeth secretly: "Bet!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Fan Bizhuang looked at Lars. Lars understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Very well, since both parties have agreed, then as a notary, I declare that this bet is officially opened. After the end of the season, we will announce the final winner."

After a pause, he looked at Correa teasingly again, and said with a half-smile: "Of course, don't think about repudiation. I will keep this video carefully. Whoever wants to renege, ha, then let everyone in Europe Fans and spectators, let's take a look at his face!"

Correa almost spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot. Although he himself has the idea that if he loses, he will deny it, but what do you mean when you look at me and say this? Are you warning me?Why am I so like a villain who doesn't believe what he says?

"Humph!"

Correa snorted angrily and sat down.

Fan Bizhuang didn't even look at him, and continued to sit comfortably on the chair.

"Okay, let's put the betting aside, our show will continue. Now is the time for the live show. I believe the fans and audience have been looking forward to this link for a long time. They want to see Fan's skills. Ha, then let Let's play a little game, of course, I have to ask my colleagues to help me, man, bring a football up..."

Lars was about to call his colleagues to bring up the prepared football, but Correa jumped out again. He stood up and stopped Lars: "Are you going to perform juggling skills? Oh I’m sorry, but I have to say that there’s nothing surprising about such little tricks as juggling the ball, Fan is an excellent professional player, I heard he’s very smart, how about we change it?”

As he spoke, Correa took out two glass marbles from his pocket. Obviously, this guy had been prepared for a long time and was just waiting to make trouble at this stage.

"Jumping the ball is really not challenging. I have two marbles here...Fan, can you show everyone the unique skill of juggling marbles?"

(End of this chapter)