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Chapter 90 Your celebration is too low!
After venting a lot of grievances against Valencia, some fans began to search for the scoring hero who helped the team win this game. Just after looking for them, these fans were all stunned, feeling dumbfounded.

Because it is very simple, the newspaper did not mention the name of the player who scored the goal. They only know that the jersey number of this player is No. 23. The pictures in these newspapers were not clear at all, and the face of player No. 23 was completely covered by the football.

I don’t know if it’s a compliment or irony. The compliment is because the No. 23 player scored the goal in such a ridiculous way. Speaking of irony, Nima, I don’t even give a frontal photo. Is it true? Are you using "good luck" for insinuation?
Thinking about it this way, the thoughts of the fans in the seaside town are relatively simple. No matter who the number 23 is or what his name is, these are not important. The important thing is that he is a member of Villarreal. It is enough to score key goals and help the team win the victory.

"Although I can't see what he looks like, I have to say, well done, boy number 23!"

"I heard that he is an Oriental? Ha, I will definitely go to the Love Song Stadium in the next game, and I want to cheer for our hero!"

"Are these newspapers in the city trying to disgust us in this way? Well, there is a little bit, but it's not a big deal. Although I don't know his name, how about we name him one?"

"Ha, I know who he is. I went to the match against Getafe last time. This little rookie gave an assist at the last moment! Unexpectedly, he became the key man again in this game. And it went straight into the goal! It's amazing!"

"Contributed to the team in the last game? Ha, it seems that this little guy is our lucky general. As long as he plays, we can win the game. That's great! Or, let's call him the lucky general? "

"Although it doesn't sound very good, I can't think of a good name, so this is it!"

"Oh, oh, good general! Good general! Boy Dongfang is our good general! With him, we will win! Hahaha!"

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"I said rookie, you don't have a grudge against this guy, do you? Damn, this unscrupulous commentator keeps smearing you in the newspaper! He thinks you are just a football player who is playing football with luck." Rookie."

Fan Bizhuang didn't know that he already had a little fame in this small seaside town, and he also had the nickname of "Fortune General". During the interval of training, Nihat held a copy of "Valencia Sports" Walking over, his face was filled with righteous indignation.

Fan Bizhuang took it and scanned it lightly. It was full of criticism and advice against him and the team. He was not interested at all, so he just left it aside.

"Huh? I said little rookie, why didn't you react at all? I said, if you are very angry and angry, just show it directly. What is the relationship between us? I won't laugh at you. You don't need to pretend in front of me!" Hart expressed his disappointment at Fan Bizhuang's bland reaction, and continued chattering, "Anyway, I think this guy named Correa is really bad, and he's just saying some meaningless sarcastic remarks... Uh, Although some aspects of what he said are indeed true, but what kind of thing is he?

"What do you want to teach me?" Fan Bizhuang raised his eyes and interrupted him.

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Nihat touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Isn't it just your luck, ha, you have to admit, you are really lucky. From this point of view, this person is called Correa. The bastard is still right..."

Fan Bizhuang looked away, too lazy to talk to this unscrupulous friend.

"I said, you are really not angry at all! This heart is really big enough! If it were me, I would definitely scold him. By the way, I heard that he is still firing on his twitter Oh, what a mad dog, inexplicable!"

Nihat was still babbling, Fan Bizhuang was a little annoyed, he said "Why should I be angry?", and threw some newspapers to him.

"What? Let me see!"

Nihat took it, and when he saw it, he screamed with a strange expression.

"Villarreal won a small victory with difficulty, and the mysterious Dongfang boy helped the submarine get all three points!"

"For tireless efforts, victory is the best reward for them!"

"Although there is a reason for luck, victory is victory. Dongfang boy scored with his face, which is amazing!"

Nihat was dumbfounded. There was only a slight difference in content between what these newspapers described and the newspapers produced in the Valencia region, but the difference in this point was not ridicule, but praise.

"Where did you get these newspapers?"

Nihat finally understood why Fan Bizhuang wasn't angry at all. This guy who dared to read only praised articles. Others praised him and the team. Why would he be angry?
"I bought it on the road."

Fan Bizhuang's response was understated, but then he added, "I'm picking and choosing. I don't even bother to buy newspapers that say bad things."

"..."

Nihat completely knelt down.

Brother, are you still my brother?You're too good at this, stay those who say good things, kick away those who criticize and ridicule, your skills are really profound, you only listen to praise and not criticism, I am convinced, I am really convinced!

Nihat feels that he has been taught a lesson deeply. This method is good, MD. In the future, I will read the good reports about me in the media. If the reports are bad, I will love whoever I like. Anyway, I won’t read them. , Seeing it made my heart panic!

"However, I still think, little rookie, you should actually be interviewed by those reporters." Nehat thought for a while and continued, "This is a great opportunity to become famous. If your name can appear in the newspaper, More people will know about you, and you will become famous!"

"I don't know what to say, besides, what's the use of being famous?" Fan Bizhuang frowned and looked at Nihat, "Assists have assist awards, goals have goal awards, and being famous has fame awards?"

"Uh--"

Nihat choked for a moment. He really hadn't considered this issue. All along, people who play professional football want to be famous, but after being famous, what are the real benefits?Just like what Fan Bizhuang asked, there are bonuses for assists and goals, but besides letting more fans know you and know your name, there seems to be no bonus for being famous?
There is no bonus for being famous, so what are you doing tirelessly chasing fame?
Such a thought couldn't help but pop up in Nihat's mind, but he quickly threw it out of his mind.There may not be actual bonuses, but at a deep level, being famous has many invisible benefits.For example, if you become famous, your value will be doubled, the club will give you a salary increase, and there will be big-ticket businessmen waving money and crying, begging you to endorse him and advertise...Of course, there will be many Sexy blonde, one after another, climbs into your bed.

Nihat paused, and told Fan Bizhuang what he believed to be the substantial benefits of being famous.Of course, he didn't mention the last advantage of using the name to make a girl, and it's useless to say it. Fan Bizhuang is still a pure little virgin, so let's not abuse him for the time being.

"From this point of view, being famous is really useful and can make a lot of money."

Fan Bizhuang hadn't thought about this question before, but Nihat's explanation made him suddenly enlightened. He touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Seeing his appearance, Nehat laughed and joked: "Now you know you regret it? If you give an interview and let your name and photo appear in newspapers, more people will know you and say Maybe it won't be long before someone will come to your door and want to send you money!"

"I'm a bit regretful." Fan Bizhuang nodded, agreeing with what he said, "I knew it earlier, so I'll just say something casually, at least to get acquainted with each other first, which can increase my reputation, yes, don't let it go .”

"But it doesn't matter. There will be opportunities in the future. As long as you perform well, you don't have to worry about not being able to show your face in newspapers and media." Fan Bizhuang murmured to himself as if comforting, then raised his head like a curious baby, and asked Said, "Kach, is there a way to increase your fame quickly?"

"It turns out that you are not only a rookie, but also a little money fanatic!" Nihat smiled, and then there was an expression on his face, "I'm a veteran, and if you ask me, I'm asking the right person." "Of course, ha, In fact, how did the name come from? Isn’t it a topic? To put it bluntly, it’s hype! As long as you make some eye-catching moves from time to time, then everyone will naturally be interested in you, and if you can often play on the court You performed well on the Internet and often showed your face in newspapers, so it’s hard for everyone not to remember you. In this way, won’t you be famous?”

"Well, it seems to make sense."

"Of course it makes sense, would I still lie to you!" Nihat pointed to himself, leading by example, "Look, I can often score goals, and I often get published in newspapers, er, although some are not very good. Reports, but anyway, fans can often get news about me, and often pay attention to my private life, my exposure is very good, what is this? It is fame!"

Fan Bizhuang nodded knowingly. This is not bad. Although Nihat is not the team's biggest star, he is definitely one of the most concerned people in the team. The reason is very simple. He can score goals on the field. Off the court, from time to time, reporters took pictures of him having a hotel room with a certain supermodel or a certain female fan. Happy.

"Then do I want to go to the nightclub with you?" Fan Bizhuang asked his own question.

Nihat was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Fan Bizhuang's response to be so direct. He smiled, waved his hand, and said, "No need for now, let's start with the changes on the court. Come on, let me help you first." Design a celebration after scoring a goal. You must know that high-profile and funny celebrations are also eye-catching. Look at you, how silly you looked after scoring a goal that day, like a country bumpkin, without any response. It's the end of Low!"

Fan Bizhuang blinked and doubted, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, why not! What do you think of this movement?"

As he said that, Nehart grabbed his little balls with his hands, and twisted his buttocks, "This is the signature move of the black American superstar MJ, isn't it cool?"

"..." Fan Bizhuang raised his hand to his forehead, unable to complain, "Not cool, stupid, hooligan,...idiot!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)