Chapter 122 Excellent Acting Skills (for Subscription)

"...Eat it while it's hot."

Fang Jue's neck was stiff, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Andres, you scared Mr. Coach." A child's voice sounded.

Fang Jue breathed a sigh of relief. He knew who was behind it. In the dead of night, near midnight, someone suddenly said such a sentence behind his back. It was really scary.

"Mr. Belmandy, do you know that it is very scary to suddenly appear behind you at night?" Fang Jue asked angrily.

"It has nothing to do with me." Andreas Belmandy shrugged and pointed to his son, "David is coming."

"I didn't ask you to scare the coach." Little Belmandy immediately exposed his father's lie, holding a lunch box in his hand, "Coach, you are hungry, I invite you to eat."

"Uh, thank you, but I'm not hungry." Fang Jue said, and then his stomach growled.

This is really embarrassing.

"Eat, it's wrong to lie to children." Belmandy said, his tone was a bit sour.

"Mr. Coach, this is the first time I've made donuts. I didn't give them to Andres, and he got angry." The little guy said crisply.

"Then I really have to thank you." Fang Jue picked up a donut and thought to himself, he was very worried about the little guy's cooking skills. He was not worried about whether it would taste good, but whether he would get food poisoning.

For example, it is not bad to mistake salt for sugar, but it would be even worse if baking soda was mistaken for sugar. Fang Jue even thought of the news reports about misidentified nitrite.

Do you want to eat or not?

...

It smells so good!

Well, it is soft and sweet, and the taste is not bad.

"Ah, is this really your first time?" Fang Jue was very surprised.

"Of course!" Bermandi replied for his son, "My son is a genius in everything he does."

"Mr. Coach, you ate what I made, you should promise me something now." The little guy immediately said happily.

"Your son is very cunning." Fang Jue said to Belmandy.

"Smart! That's smart!" the father retorted immediately.

Witnessed by Andres Belmandi, David Belmandi and Fang Jue reached an agreement, he enjoyed the food made by David Belmandi, and the payment was that he had to lead the Ibiza update successed.

It turned out to be a very special kind of relaxation and enjoyment to have a full meal and a serious chat with a little guy.

The little guy said with tears that his grandfather couldn’t close his eyes before he passed away, because he didn’t see the day when Ibiza was promoted to the Spanish second division, half a month later it would be his grandfather’s death day, and he was very sad I want to tell Grandpa that Ibiza will definitely be able to upgrade this time.

The crying little guy wanted Fang Jue to promise that he would be able to lead the team to upgrade.

Fang Jue promised that it would be possible, his nose was sour, and he was really touched.

...

The little guy said that he will definitely make a lot of money in the future. At that time, he will buy Ibiza, then sign a lifetime contract with Fang Jue, and then give Fang Jue 10 billion euros for signings. The coach thinks Buy whoever you buy...

He will also offer Fang Jue an annual salary of 100 million euros.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." The little guy patted Fang Jue's shoulder with great presence.

"Oh, thank you so much, I don't have to worry about retirement now."

'Don't worry' - the little guy patted his stomach and promised that Fang Jue would not be hungry if he had a bite to eat in the future, and he would consider taking care of Fang Jue, a single man, if he had too many girls.

"Thank you so much. My personal marriage problem has also been resolved." Fang Jue expressed his gratitude with an exaggerated expression.

Belmandy covered his face aside.

Fang Jue couldn't help being overjoyed to see off Belmandy and his son. This little guy is quite interesting. He feels extremely relaxed now, and his mentality is much better.

"You son of a bitch, when did my father die? Why didn't I know?" On the way back, Andreas Belmandi scolded his son angrily.

"Don't you think this story is touching?"

I just want to punch someone right now!

Belmandy raised his big slap.

"Here!" The little guy took out a deformed donut from his pocket and handed it to his father, "I left one for you."

The face of the father, who pretended to be angry, immediately looked like a blooming chrysanthemum. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, rubbed his hands again, and took the poor-looking donut, "It's delicious! I told you, our David is a genius!"

"Okay, okay, Andres, you are amazing, you gave birth to a genius son!" The little guy sighed, shaking his head like a little adult.

...

Bontevedra, Ibiza players rented an amateur team's training ground near their hotel for training.

"Stop and don't run."

The security guards at the training ground were slowly 'chasing' a man who looked like a reporter.

"Mr. Fang Jue, I am a reporter from the German newspaper Bild." The man first said it quickly in German, then changed it to Spanish and said it again.

Fang Jue waved his hand, indicating that the security guard was fine, and 'saved' the reporter, but he... refused to be interviewed.

"Coach Fang Jue, just one question, one question, is that okay?" The reporter asked anxiously.

Fang Jue turned around and glanced at the reporter. He used the kind of indifferent 'look down on people', in short, that kind of expression. He nodded his chin and said, "Ask."

"In the first round against Bonte Vedra, how sure are you of winning the away game?" As he spoke, the reporter also took out a recording pen, looking forward to it.

Fang Jue shook his fingers, with a haughty expression on his face, "I coached Ibiza to play 20 games, and won 17 games, with an 85% winning percentage! Are you asking me now if I have the confidence to win? "

With that said, Fang Jue waved his hand and left, "Mr. Reporter, if you have time, you can come and enjoy a wonderful victory tomorrow."

"Of course, I will come!"

Back among the players, Fang Jue pointed to the reporter at the far end, "That reporter questioned your ability to win."

The players who were stimulated immediately looked at the reporter with rather unfriendly eyes.

"Okay, okay, just ignore that poor guy." Fang Jue clapped his hands and signaled everyone to listen to him, "Listen, our goal in the first round of the playoffs is to win and win as many games as possible." Take away goals and goal difference, and strive for the promotion advantage in the first leg!"

In order to boost morale, Fang Jue shouted loudly, and the reporter could hear him clearly.

...

"Yes, Alex, that guy is so arrogant, he actually said that he wants to win the game by a big score in the first round and lock the promotion."

"I see! Thank you, Jill." On the other end of the phone, the head coach of Bonte Vedra, Alex Garcia, said in a low voice, holding back his anger, bastard, you are too arrogant, you will pay for your arrogance Yes, it's going to be a mad attack... Humph.

Jill Bondi Polo put away her phone, whistled, and it was done.

He found that his acting skills are getting better and better recently, and he might consider developing in the show business circle.

He took out a cigarette, ready to smoke one to celebrate, but he didn't touch the lighter.

Hey, where's my lighter?

This is a special commemorative model of Zippo, and it is his most precious lighter.

Come to think of it, when I was 'chased' by the security guards, it was probably at that time that the lighter fell.

Jill Bondi Polo hurried towards the small training ground where the Ibiza team trained in the afternoon.

After greeting the security guard at the gate, Mr. Polo entered.

He was searching anxiously when he heard voices.

"Fang, how did you guess that the reporter was a bastard in disguise...a guy who came here specially to inquire about news."

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