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Chapter 321 The show is about to begin!

At this moment, Correa was wearing a black windbreaker, a leather cap on his head, and a pair of oversized toad mirrors on his face, standing under the statue in the central square of Villarreal Town.

Beside him, stood his companion, a reporter from Valencia.This is his good friend Rafa, who came to help record and shoot at his invitation.

What to record?
Naturally, it was the kind of thing in the bet with Alsace.

During this period of time, Correa's life can be described as extremely difficult. He can only shut himself at home all day long. He dare not go out on the street, because whenever he appears in public, there will always be someone pointing behind him. What's more, in front of him, he gestured to the shape of "poop", and asked him mockingly when he would fulfill the bet. If he wanted to broadcast live in public, everyone would definitely come to join him enthusiastically.

At the beginning, Correa was very angry, but people still talked and laughed endlessly. There was nothing wrong with him, so he couldn't bear the contempt and mocking eyes, so he could only hide at home.

But this does not mean that he can be isolated from the outside world. Through mobile phones, Twitter, and the Internet, he can still see countless fans laughing at him unscrupulously and stimulating him on the Internet.

In the past two weeks, the furious Correa has changed three mobile phones and one computer, and even the TV at home has not been spared. A talk show uses his "deeds" for public entertainment. When he saw this scene at the time, he directly smashed the LCD TV worth [-] euros with a chair.

The noisy criticism from the outside world is nothing more than that, and he has suffered a huge blow at work. "Valencia Sport" clearly told him that if he could not properly resolve this matter, the newspaper would never publish his manuscript again.Because the newspaper office cannot explain to the public, the credibility of a newspaper office that employs dishonest employees will be a big question in the eyes of the public. Since it is not credible, the public will naturally not spend a penny on its newspaper.

It is impossible for "Valencia Sport" to insist on hiring Correa at the risk of "losing fans" and a sharp drop in newspaper sales.

This is not the most serious, the Valencia club also asked him to fulfill the bet with Alsace as soon as possible.After all, Valencia is a big club, and fans are the team's broadest base.Correa's unilateral practice of tearing up the promise has made the fans of the Bat Corps very dissatisfied. Even if Correa is really popular, it will make the club feel ashamed from top to bottom, but if Correa refuses to fulfill the contract, The club will bear the stain of dishonesty, cowardice, and no credibility.

This is a dilemma, but the Bat Corps finally chose the latter. In any case, this is something that Correa himself made. Nothing to do.As for Correa, let him die. Whoever made this guy such an idiot is nothing more than a bet, and he lost so thoroughly. This kind of NC, even if he continues to live, is probably a disgraceful existence.

The newspapers and clubs he works for have issued strict orders. If he can't solve this incident well, he will be kicked out.The unscrupulous criticism and booing from the fans and even the good people even put Correa on a fire grill. The Valencia football commentator finally gave up resistance and decided to bow to reality.

Of course, Correa is not an idiot, he is still a bit quick-witted, if he wants to really eat that smelly excrement, even if he is willing, his stomach will protest, so he decided to use chocolate Cake instead. Anyway, as long as the black chocolate cake is made a little similar in appearance, most people really can't see it.

Anyway, it's just fulfilling the bet, and it's just a situation. When the time comes to announce through newspapers or TV that it's just chocolate, not Xiang, the public's reaction will gradually fade, and then he can survive this catastrophe up.

This is also the reason why he brought his friends together. One is to be a witness, and the other is to help him record it with video equipment. He would not dare to do such a thing in Valencia. There are many people in the squares of big cities. People who knew him, if they were in the capital city, would be surrounded by people.

But in Villarreal, it's much easier to handle. The flow of people is definitely not as good as in Valencia, and even if you are surrounded, it doesn't matter. In this small city, people who have really met and know him, How much can there be?
Thinking of his plan, Correa could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at his friend and asked, "Rafa, is everything ready?"

"No problem, Correa." Rafa fiddled with his camera and gave him a reassuring look, "I've already ordered the cake, and it's probably on the way right now. Ha, chocolate cake, I also asked the owner A lot of work has been done on the shape, and it will look more realistic when the time comes."

"It's really you, buddy." Correa sighed in admiration.

"Don't praise me, Correa, I admire you so much, ha, you are simply a genius, how did you come up with the idea of ​​replacing that thing with chocolate? I have to say, this is really a plan that kills two birds with one stone, It can not only complete the bet, fulfill the promise, but also avoid... ahem, avoid eating that kind of thing."

Correa smiled, and did not answer the question from his companion, but sneered twice, with a slightly gloomy expression, and said: "This time I have fallen, but... hmph, wait until I pass this level, slowly Slow down and find a way to get revenge. The hatred that made me lose face can't be forgotten like this."

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What Correa didn't know was that when he thought to himself that his plan was proceeding in an orderly and orderly manner, someone had already known his plan. In a cake shop not far from the square in the small town, Nihart watched The cake that I "cooked" carefully, laughed heartily, and didn't care about the stench from that thing.

Eilsen and his son, who already knew what Nehat was going to do, shook their heads and sighed helplessly. Eilson said speechlessly: "I said Kach, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I am worried that you will take my little The store's reputation has been ruined. If everyone knows that this... Well, the ingenious cake is from my small store, I guess no customers will come to the door in the future."

"Where will there be no guests? If the fans know that you took a deep breath for them, maybe you will become a city hero in no time." Nihat responded with a big smile, looking at the "Xiang" cake in front of him , No matter how you look at it, how satisfied, when he thought of the wonderful expression on Correa's face when he bit it down, he was already impatient to send the cake over, "Anyway, don't worry, if there is no business in the future, this little girl I’ll buy the store for you, it doesn’t cost much anyway, you can go to a big city and open another store.”

Eilson nodded, seeing that Nehat had already made up his mind, knowing that he couldn't be dissuaded, he didn't bother to say any more.

Compared with Elsen's worries, his son Ralph was obviously more interested in "pranks", and he suddenly raised a new opinion: "The cake is ready, but the appearance and smell are easy to attract the attention of the other party." Doubts... Let’s put a layer of chocolate on the outside and wrap Xiang inside, so that the other party can’t see it.”

"You are such a genius, Ralph!" Nehat's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "What are you waiting for, buddy, work harder, let's create a big surprise for that bastard! Haha !"

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"Where did that guy Kach go, why hasn't he come back?"

In the corner next to the small town square, Fan Bizhuang and his group were looking around, looking for something, while Felisa was holding a can of Coke, smoking non-stop.

That fellow Nihat just said "I'll go get ready" and disappeared without a trace. It's been almost half an hour and he hasn't come back yet. asked loudly.

Fran cheerfully replied: "Leave him alone, let's work hard to find the target first. Fan, look, as long as there is excitement and there are many onlookers, we will go there."

Fan Bizhuang said helplessly: "Okay. But... What exactly are we here to watch?"

Fran smiled mysteriously, and said hehe: "You'll find out later, I promise I won't let you down."

At this time, Godin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to the corner at the far end and said, "There! There! There are a lot of people around there, so it must be there!"

Fan Bizhuang looked up, isn't it? The corner over there has gradually gathered people, although it hasn't reached the level of the inner third floor and the outer third floor, but it is almost the same.

Fran greeted, and a group of people rushed over there excitedly.

After finally squeezing into the encirclement, what appeared in front of everyone was a strange man wearing a leather hat and sunglasses. In front of him, there was a table with a piece of black cake on it.

Although the other party had made some disguises, Fan Bizhuang recognized the guy's identity at a glance. He opened his mouth and said in surprise, "Is that bastard Correa?"

"That's right, it's him! He's here to fulfill the bet!" Nihat got out of nowhere, and smiled with his arms around Fan Bizhuang's shoulders, "Little rookie, just watch it, the good show will come soon." It's time to start!"

(End of this chapter)