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Chapter 166 Don't move, let me do it!
It has to be said that Correa's research on Fan Bizhuang is very thorough.He had already carefully studied Fan Bizhuang's growth and development through information. He was very clear about what Fan Bizhuang was good at, and he was also very clear about what Fan Bizhuang was not good at.

Fast speed and accurate passing are the advantages of the opponent. In the fierce professional field, sometimes small skills are not important, because modern football pays attention to a fast and efficient player. Obviously, Fan Bizhuang's style is very suitable for fierce and competitive players. Fast-paced arena.

The roughness of the feet and the lack of delicate skills are Fan Bizhuang's weaknesses.Of course, this is not a big problem in many cases, but this is the scene of the program recording, and the fans like to watch the players show off their footwork and tricks. If Fan Bizhuang can't do it, or screw it up, then definitely It's Chi Guoguo's embarrassment.

Correa just wanted to see the opponent lose face.He was playing with the two small marbles in his hand, smiling very sinisterly.

Many players with outstanding footwork and delicate skills can not only bounce the ball, but also use any part of the body to bounce oranges, which is called smooth.Correa knows this, but after all, this is only a very small number of people with outstanding ball sense.He didn't believe that Fan Bizhuang could do this.

The most important thing is that oranges and marbles are two different concepts. Oranges are still flexible, while glass marbles are hard. There is a huge difference in difficulty.

Lars also knew the way to do this. He looked at Fan Bizhuang worriedly: "Is it possible, Fan? If not, I will reject him. This is not in the arrangement of the program."

"Let me try."

Fan Bizhuang nodded concisely, took two steps forward, and took two marbles from Correa's hand.

This made Correa slightly astonished. Could it be that this guy can really bounce marbles with his feet?Soon he threw this unrealistic idea out of his mind, and sneered in his heart: "It's just a bluff, let's see how embarrassing you will be later!"

Riquelme in the audience widened his eyes in surprise and confusion. He knew that Fan Bizhuang was a player who was good at learning and imitating. Ever since Fan Bizhuang had seen his unique skill of kicking oranges, I pestered him to learn a lot of tricks, and practiced secretly in private. It can be regarded as a decent practice, but this is a marble, and it is a different concept from oranges. He can really do it. ?

Riquelme looked at Fan Bizhuang full of worry, just as Fan Bizhuang also looked over and gave him a reassuring look, which calmed him down a little.

The audience also stared wide-eyed, staring closely at the stage.They have seen Dianjuzi before, but they have never seen Dianpinball.This should be a very difficult skill, I don't know if Fan can really do it.

"here we go."

Fan Bizhuang still had an indifferent expression on his face. He raised his left hand, and the marble was thrown into the air, and then fell. When the marble was about to hit the ground, Fan Bizhuang quickly stretched out his left foot and lightly touched the marble. The force rebounded instantly.When he was about to fall again, there was another pad on Fan Bizhuang's right heel, and the marbles bounced like obedient elves.

The light pads of the left and right feet back and forth, the marbles rotate obediently, but they do not fall to the ground.

After raising the marbles again, Fan Bizhuang raised his right hand again, and another marble was thrown out. The two marbles crossed up and down, and their feet were rhythmically controlled like a beat. Two marbles. Later, Fan Bizhuang got excited about playing with them. His shoulders, chest, thighs, and any part of his body were in contact with the marbles. The marbles kept rising and falling, but they did not fall to the ground.

"Oh my god! What did I see? Someone could actually bounce marbles with their feet!"

"The feel of the ball is so good, right?"

"Not only the feet, thighs, chest, but also the head... Fan can play tricks on any part of his body, it's amazing! An idol is worthy of being an idol! Just because of this, I'm Fan's lifelong fan!"

The fans clapped and cheered in shock and excitement, and even Lars kept exclaiming as he watched.

Riquelme also clapped his hands and laughed, I really didn't see that this kid had practiced such a unique skill at some point.He knew everything about Fan Bizhuang, so he was shocked by this scene.If it was him, he probably wouldn't have played so smoothly as the other party.

There was a lot of exclamation in the recording room, all of which were admiration and exclamation. Only Correa's face was very ugly. He never expected that what was originally intended to embarrass the other party actually turned into a stunt by the other party. stage.

From the corner of Fan Bizhuang's eyes, he saw Correa's constipated expression, and sneered in his heart, hey, I want to see your grandpa make a fool of himself, let's make your big dream come true!
Of course, he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Others didn't know, but he knew in his heart that if Correa gave him other problems, he would really be difficult to fight. It's just the marbles... Well, I have to thank that guy Kach, that idle and boring guy saw that he was playing Dianju smoothly, so in order to increase the difficulty for himself, he found a few marbles and asked himself to contact Dianping...... It happened at the critical moment Useful!

This face is so cool!
Correa's disgusted expression after eating poop made him heave a sigh of relief, but it's not enough, it's not rude to come and go, grandpa, I'm not the one who doesn't make trouble when I suffer!

When the marble bounced into the air again, Fan Bizhuang stretched out his left foot first, swept it horizontally, and the marble flew towards Correa's profile with incomparable precision.

"Bang~"

There was a slight sound, and Correa let out a scream, covering his face and whimpering in pain.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, another marble was also kicked up by Fan Bizhuang, rushed towards him, and smashed hard in front of him.

Correa screamed again and again.

Lars was terrified watching from the side. He could clearly see that there were two circular marks on Correa's left side face and front face. One can imagine how hard these two marbles hit his face. It hurts.

"Sorry, I didn't control my strength for a while and made a mistake. Is Mr. Correa okay? Ha, I accidentally made a mistake. Mr. Correa shouldn't care about me as a junior, right?"

Fan Bizhuang seemed to realize that he had caused trouble, and hurried forward to express his concern and apology.Just look at the way his mouth curled up, there is no trace of apology.

The fans and spectators at the scene were all wonderful people, and they laughed out of embarrassment.

"You... bastard! You are intentionally hurting someone, you are trying to murder, I... I want to..."

Correa covered his cheeks and looked at Fan Bizhuang. Angrily, he pointed at Fan Bizhuang and wanted to spray, but Fan Bizhuang turned his head to look at the table beside him, and reached out to pick up the soda can on it. , shook, and said to himself, "Is it finished?" Just when everyone didn't know what he wanted to do, he threw the jar and his feet started to bounce again.

After bouncing his whole body over and over again, he kicked the jar vigorously into the air, and he put on a shooting posture.

"Bang~"

The can was kicked by Fan Bizhuang's right foot and flew straight forward. Then, with a "bang~", the can accurately flew into the trash can under the stage.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, with four words written all over their faces: I can't believe it.

From such a long distance, with such a small opening in the trash can, Fan Bizhuang actually kicked the soda can into it?
Nima, is this a movie?This quasi-head is too scary, right?
"It's really... I have learned a lot!" Lars licked his lips and said in horror.

Fan Bizhuang chuckled, and looked at Correa again: "Mr. Correa, do you want me to show you something?"

"No... no need!"

Correa's head shook like a rattle.Just kidding, this guy is pointing and hitting, if he still dares to yell, this guy will probably make a "mistake" and kick the mess in his face again.The pain brought to his face by the two marbles still made him shudder, and he no longer dared to speak out provocatively.

"OK, then I announce that the recording of today's program ends here! Thank you everyone, goodbye!"

Fan Bizhuang snatched the host Lars' lines, waved his hand towards the audience, picked up Riquelme, who was still a little dazed, and ran away.

"It's over? Is this the end?"

"Hurry up, why are you still standing there!"

"Fan, wait for us, please give me your autograph! Don't run away, Fan!"

The fans and spectators finally came to their senses, shouting and chasing after Fan Bizhuang.

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"Fan, you are quite popular today. I don't even know when you mastered the unique skill of juggling marbles. I was shocked to see you playing so smoothly on the stage."

After the fans and audience had dispersed, Fan Bizhuang and Riquelme came out of a small room next to them. Riquelme said with a smile as he walked.

"Kaher's bad idea has been practiced for a while, and it just so happens that it will come into use today." Fan Bizhuang said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's a good place to beat that guy's face." Riquelme thought of another guest's embarrassment, and clapped his hands with a smile, "By the way, do you have any grudges against that guy? Why have you been targeting you today?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen this guy before. I don't know which string is wrong with this guy. He came to trouble me for no reason." Fan Bizhuang shook his head.

"In the end, the trouble was not found, and you repeatedly slapped me in the face. You are bad enough, and you don't show any favors to others. I guess that guy hates you to death. You are just a person who refuses to suffer. character."

Fan Bizhuang chuckled, and when he was about to say something again, he saw a figure walking into the bathroom next to him out of the corner of his eye. His heart moved, and he said to Riquelme, "Wait for me, Roman, I'm going to the bathroom. "

Before Riquelme could reply, he trotted into the bathroom with a "whoosh~".Seeing a pocket on the side of the road, I took it in my hand without even thinking about it.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the bathroom, he saw Correa standing by the urinal.

Fan Bizhuang laughed strangely in his heart, he said, I offended Grandpa, and if I don't teach you a profound lesson, I will read the words "Fan Bizhuang" upside down.

Fan Bizhuang walked over lightly, and was about to put the pocket in his hand on Correa, but just as he raised his hand halfway, there was a gust of wind behind him, and then Correa's head was hit Put on a black pocket.

Fan Bizhuang turned around in astonishment, and Lars was gesturing at him.

"Don't move, let me do it!"

Lars looked ruthless, ignored Correa's panic-stricken yelling, punched and kicked him for a while, and even threw it into the urinal when he was done.

Fan Bizhuang was dumbfounded, gave him a thumbs up, turned and left.

"I heard screams from inside, Fan, you could be..."

Seeing Fan Bizhuang coming out, Riquelme looked at Fan Bizhuang with a strange expression and asked aloud.

"Someone was beaten and pushed into the urinal." Fan Bizhuang said with a smile, and then waved his hand again, "Don't worry, it's not me, it's Lars."

Riquelme was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Lars is also a wonderful person, yes, Correa made such troubles on his show, it's strange that he doesn't get angry and doesn't come back with revenge."

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with us, let's go, Roman."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)