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Chapter 34 Fan, you have to work hard!

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When Fan Bizhuang pushed open the wooden door of Tongs Bar, he immediately became the focus of attention in the lobby. Not only were his clothes black and yellow, but also a lot of dust and grass clippings remained on his face.

And on his trousers, there are still worn-out holes, his whole body is dirty, and he looks like a homeless person.

If the drinkers weren't too familiar with Fan Bizhuang, they might have kicked this "beggar" out of the bar a long time ago.Even so, the big guys also showed weird faces, and some even laughed and teased.

"Fan, did you just come back from a disaster?"

"I think I should have encountered a robbery... But then again, the robbers that even Fan can't deal with, what a formidable character this is!"

"Fan, didn't you go to La Masia for training? Didn't you go to play football instead of disaster relief? Ha!"

The bald Naduo walked up to Fan Bizhuang holding a wine glass with a wicked smile on his face, looked it over carefully, and then patted his chest and said, "Dude, did you really meet some short-sighted little thief, nothing to say, Who is our friendship with whom, just say something, and tomorrow I will bring people all over the city to look for it!"

Having said that, anyone who knows Nado's temperament knows that this bald head is not a good bird. He has suffered so much at the hands of Fan Bizhuang, and it is too late to read the jokes. How can he be kind enough to help? The other party takes revenge?It is estimated that it is true to find someone. After finding it, whether to help "revenge" or bring it to Fan Bizhuang to show off his might is a matter of opinion.

"roll."

Fan Bizhuang spat out a word from his mouth coldly, without even looking at Na Duo, he looked around at the drinkers.

"Shut up if you don't want to get out."

Leaving this sentence behind, Fan Bizhuang went straight to the bar.

The self-inflicted Naduo smiled awkwardly, held his glass and returned to his seat, and the drinkers around him also stopped talking, but a group of people did not dare to discuss loudly anymore, and turned into a Low murmurs and snickers.

Fan Bizhuang didn't bother to talk to these boring guys who were burning with gossip, so he poured himself a glass of water and drank it down "Gulong~Gulong~", and felt much more comfortable.

"Fan, you...what the hell did you do? Could it be that you really went to help the disaster?"

At this time, Fidel, who was wearing an apron, came over. He pretended to be surprised and let out a cry, but the fat on his face trembled. It must have been hard to hold back his laughter.

Fan Bizhuang glared at him angrily, then kicked his feet twice, and the football tied to his right foot immediately rolled twice.

"Well, it's all this guy's fault."

At first, Fan Bizhuang didn't care that Bilanova tied a football around his foot, but it didn't take long before he began to wonder if Vilanova was deliberately tricking him.

The reason is simple, it is really inconvenient to walk with this football.It's okay to walk slowly, the football is just bumping up and down, except for the occasional beating on the legs, it doesn't feel too much, as long as you are careful, it won't have much impact.

But if you walk fast or run, it will be fatal. The frequency of the football jerking becomes faster, and the swing of the thigh and the football are not at the same frequency, and it is easy to get your feet entangled with the football, and then ...is to fall.

Fan Bizhuang carefully controlled the walking speed at first, and tried his best to keep the swing of his feet and the jolt of the football at the same frequency, that is, when the foot moves, the ball moves, and when the foot falls, the ball also falls.It's easy to do this kind of movement at a very slow speed, but people have inertial thinking, and Fan Bizhuang returned to his normal walking speed without knowing it, so football is very rude, he As soon as I lifted my leg, the football bounced up, and before my foot fell, the football bounced on my leg and flew out again... After a few rounds, the result was obvious, and it could only be another fall.

You will stumble if you walk normally, let alone run.Anyway, Fan Bizhuang is now determined not to walk too fast, even so, during the journey from La Masia back to Tongs Bar, he already rolled on the ground countless times.

That's why he appeared in the bar in such a mess.

Speaking of the "culprit" who was still tied to his leg at this moment, Fan Bizhuang's tone was resentful and helpless.

Fidel was a bit puzzled. He squatted down, looked carefully, and then reached out to touch it in doubt, with a blank expression on his face: "Isn't this just a football? How did it hurt you?"

"..."

Fan Bizhuang didn't bother to explain, he was indeed a bit tired today, he was ravaged by Vilanova on the training ground all day, and the road home almost rolled all the way back, how could he have the mind to talk to Fidel? Momo chirp.Right now, he just wants to find a place to sleep well.

After saying hello, Fan Bizhuang didn't go to the attic on the second floor, but just lay down on the bar counter and said hello.

"This is really..." Fidel shook his head helplessly, and muttered, "I'm really not Tongs' full-time bartender? You have to remember to ask Mr. Prata to pay me."

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On the training ground the next day, Fan Bizhuang's appearance also caused quite a commotion on the training ground.

The young players looked puzzled and curious at the dirty Fan Bizhuang, and when Fan Bizhuang fell to the ground after walking a few steps, they also grinned in surprise.

The current Fan Bizhuang does not have the appearance of the cold-faced madman on weekdays. Although his face is still expressionless, the young players can see Fan Bizhuang's embarrassment at this time, as well as the helplessness between his brows.

Lauren was also surprised, and immediately ran to Fan Bizhuang's side, asking with concern.

"Fan, what are you doing? How did you become what you are now? Could it be that this is the most popular cosplay on the Internet, are you learning to imitate it?"

"If you think it is, then so be it, as long as you are happy."

Fan Bizhuang just got up from the ground, and didn't pat the dust and grass clippings on his body. He left a sentence like this, and then carefully controlled his walking speed while walking forward slowly.

And then, with a "bang~", Fan Bizhuang fell to the ground like a dog eating shit again.

There was another burst of laughter on the training ground. Lauren patted his forehead speechlessly, but his heart was full of respect: "Fan is really amazing. This is a role-playing career with his life!"

If Fan Bizhuang knew what Lauren was thinking at the moment, he would probably have the urge to turn around and strangle him to death immediately.

When Fan Bizhuang fell in three steps and walked up to Enrique almost in a "rolling" way, the head coach greeted him with a tense face, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Laugh if you want, I have no objection."

Fan Bizhuang glanced lightly at Vilanova behind Enrique. If eyesight could kill, Vilanova would have been cut to pieces by now.

"Am I laughing? Obviously not, how could I laugh at a young man who worked so hard for his dream?" Enrique responded as if asking himself, but the corners of his mouth were still twitching uncontrollably. Still trying to hide it as much as possible, "Ha, I was just thinking, Tito's training method seems to be very effective."

"Where did you see that the training effect is very good?"

Fan Bizhuang really wanted to ask a question like this. He looked at his clothes and pants full of stains and grass clippings, slapped them twice, but did not speak.

"Okay, it's the same as yesterday, the rest of the time will be handed over to Coach Tito, Fan, you have to work hard."

Enrique patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, turned around and left, just looking at his back, his shoulders kept shrugging, Fan Bizhuang knew without looking, that this guy might be smiling like a blooming flower Chrysanthemum.

Vilanova never smiled, he stepped forward, looked Fan Bizhuang up and down carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction: "It seems that you are doing exactly what I said, without any discount. "

Fan Bizhuang remained silent.

"Very good. Although people are not smart, at least they have the tenacity to be willing to learn and be taught. It is not hopeless." The corner of Vilanova's mouth suddenly drew a curve, and he stared abruptly at Fan Bizhuang, "Do you think I'm messing with you?"

Fan Bizhuang responded calmly: "No."

In the past, Fan Bizhuang did have such an idea, but he is not a brainless idiot. There is no reason for Vilanova to trick himself for no reason. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that the teaching assistant probably had other deep meanings in doing so.Maybe, this is how to enhance your sense of the ball?

Because of the many falls, Fan Bizhuang will also ponder on his own, how to maintain the rhythm, let the football and legs move together, and how to prevent himself from being tripped by the football when the speed increases.

It is precisely this kind of pondering that makes Fan Bizhuang gradually feel a little progress in himself. Although he still falls inadvertently after walking a few steps, the number of trips has gradually decreased, at least while maintaining his normal walking speed. At the time, as long as you are a little more careful, you will fall a lot more than yesterday.

"That's good." Vilanova nodded, with a smile still on his face, "But don't think too high of me, if I remember correctly, your cold and fierce look yesterday Want to beat me up? So..."

Vilanova spread his hands and looked like "I'm scared": "I'm scared by you. But as a coach, how can you be scared by your own players? Isn't it embarrassing? Ha, so I have to find a way to get revenge on you... Ha, I'm just messing with you, what can you do?"

Fan Bizhuang clenched his fist unconsciously, then let it go, and then smiled: "Do you want to provoke me? Ha ha."

"Whatever you think." Vilanova shrugged, not caring that his little trick was exposed, "If you don't want to beat me up now, well, today's training can start, come with me .”

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