Barcelona, Catalonia. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The early morning sun shines through the half-open curtains, and the air seems to smell lazy in addition to the dust that drifts away.

Fan Bizhuang leaned on the hospital bed, the injury of the right calf has been treated, although he can't exercise vigorously, but he can still walk slowly by being supported, but Fan Bizhuang seems to "enjoy" this rare leisure time, in the past, in addition to the necessary business activities, in addition to training, there is only one thing left to play with the team.

His life is very tight, and in another way, it is boring in disguise. Now because of the injury, he can't move violently, he can only rest and rest, and he has a strong self-regulation ability, but at the moment he has a leisurely and indifferent face, and he can't find the gloomy look on his face that he has just lost the game and his own injury.

Fan Bizhuang raised his hand and picked up a magazine on the cabinet next to him, and on the cover was a Brazilian woman with a hot body and astonishingly large breasts, it was clear that this was a book for adults, and its name also named it very well - "Sex! This was left for him by Nihat before the team left Barcelona last night.

Nihart says it's a "classic" he's been carefully collecting, but who calls the two good friends? Inevitably, Fan Bizhuang stayed in Barcelona for the time being, and he had to endure the pain of parting his love.

Fan Bizhuang flipped through it casually, thinking of Nihat's expression of reluctance before leaving, and repeatedly telling him to return the magazine to Villarreal, Fan Bizhuang couldn't help but smile, perhaps because of the early morning sun shining on his body, he felt warm in his heart.

"Crunch~"

After a slight sound, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Molina, carrying a black pocket, walked in.

At the time of yesterday's game, Molina was in Valencia to discuss a partnership with a clothing company, and after receiving a call from the club, Molina rushed to Barcelona overnight. The team left the city overnight, leaving only Mr. Ruben and the team doctor, A.T. Kearney, who accompanied him in the first half of the night, and then Molina arrived in the middle of the night, and the two team staff members said goodbye and returned to the hotel.

"How did you feel today? Do you feel better? I've asked the doctor, Fan, uh......."

After Molina entered the door, he said while putting the things in his hand on the cabinet, and after turning around, he suddenly paused, Fan Bizhuang was holding a book of impurities that were obviously not suitable for children, and he read it with relish, and laughed while ...... Hmm, it's an aftertaste expression.

Molina shook his head and said in a serious tone: "Fan, you are still very young, sorry, I am not saying that you can't watch these things, after all, you are a hot-blooded teenager in the middle of your youth, but you must know that you are now recuperating from injuries...... Can you understand what I'm talking about? With all due respect, you can't do strenuous sports, it's not just a football game, it's hands...... Uh, anyway, ha, you just understand. ”

Fan Bizhuang was thinking about the warm scene when his teammates left yesterday, and when he heard Molina inexplicably turn on the preaching mode, he raised his head in confusion and wondered: "What are you talking about, Mr. Contrares?" ”

It was obvious that he had misunderstood, and Molina thought that Fan Bizhuang was doing some kind of self-entertaining hand exercise and was found on the spot and showed the embarrassment unique to teenagers, he smiled meaningfully, and did not point out, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, well, I mean, it's not good for your health to see too much of this kind of thing." Ha! Yes, that's what it means. ”

"You're sick."

Fan Bizhuang still didn't come back to his senses, and he didn't dig deeper, so he pouted and said, "What about the things I bought?" ”

"Here."

Molina smiled and opened the black pocket on the cabinet, revealing a thick stack of papers, exuding a faint smell of ink.

This is the latest sports newspaper of the day, in Catalonia and other cities, as long as the newspaper with the report of yesterday's game can be bought on the market, under the command of Van Bizhuang, Molina bought it back.

Van Bizhuang had a special habit of collecting post-match reports, and Molina was well aware of this, but he was not aware of his habit of buying only good newspapers that sounded good to him, singing carols to him, and dismissing newspapers that sang about him and belittled him.

Fan Bizhuang asked him to buy today's sports newspaper, and he didn't think much about it, so he packed and brought back each of the same kinds.

A whole large black bag, which was all filled with newspapers, Fan Bizhuang watched Molina keep taking out newspapers from the bag, and said angrily: "Have you robbed any newspaper, dear Mr. Detective?" ”

Molina also seemed to think that he had bought a little too much, and laughed dryly, and did not stop the movements of his hands, and it took a long time to empty the bag, and then spread a stack of newspapers on the bed.

"Okay, it's all here, ha, you can read it casually, Fan, which one you like to read, anyway, I bought one of the newspapers I can buy, you read more newspapers, it will be regarded as a pastime, better than ...... Well, it's better than that. ”

Dare to love this former "detective", the current football agent Mr. Molina, has not forgotten the previous stubble, and he has to work hard to "educate" when he sees the opportunity.

Fan Bizhuang rolled his eyes and began to lean over the hospital bed to pick and choose, and soon, the newspapers were divided into two stacks by him. The stack on the left was noticeably taller than the stack on the right, and Molina looked at his employer strangely, and then saw Fan Bizhuang pick up the stack of newspapers on the right.

"Is there any difference between the newspaper on the left and the newspaper on the right? Is there anything else you can't pay attention to reading the newspaper? Molina asked curiously, puzzled.

"Don't buy the one on the left in the future." Fan Bizhuang looked down at the newspaper, and added at the end, "Don't waste money." ”

"Are you really exquisite?"

Molina sat down on the edge of the hospital bed in a daze, seeing that Fan Bizhuang did not respond, he simply picked up the stack of newspapers on the left, and looked at it curiously, he had to take a good look at the difference between the left and the right.

"Camp Nou staged a comeback and a comeback, Barcelona defeated the league leaders!"

"Argentine talent Leo. Messi shined all over the field, this is the best academy product in La Masia's history - a goal and an assist, overshadowed by Leo's hat trick! ”

"A duel between geniuses and geniuses, the Argentines have the last laugh!"

"Although he was not able to successfully complete the 'revenge' against his old club, Fan's performance is still amazing - if it were not for Messi, who is in better shape and performs better, Fan will undoubtedly be the biggest focus at the Camp Nou!"

"Ronaldinho: Leo is the most talented young player I've ever met, and his future is going to be very bright. More than me? It's not impossible, I'm bullish on him! ”

"The Chinese genius has retired with an injury, and if he had been on the field, maybe the outcome of the game would have been different!"

“……”

Fan Bizhuang quickly browsed the newspaper in his hand, in these media, their evaluation was relatively objective and fair, elaborating on the process of yesterday's game, and also affirmed the performance of the away team and Fan Bizhuang, but yesterday's Barcelona, or Messi played too well, it was flawless, and their light completely covered up Villarreal, which was not bad, and Fan Bizhuang and his team could only be sadly reduced to the background.

But in any case, these newspapers can still read, although most of the media focus on Messi's performance and his classic long-distance goal, but the evaluation of Fan Bizhuang is still positive, especially for his perseverance in the follow-up, expressing great appreciation.

"These newspapers are for people to see, they don't blow or black, those in Molina's hands, hehe......"

Fan Bizhuang thought so, glanced at Molina sitting on the side of the bed, and sure enough, his agent quickly screamed angrily.

"A collision between a real genius and a 'pseudo-genius'? Pseudo-genius? Damn, what is this said, who is a pseudo-genius! Is the person who wrote this report full of in his head? ”

"Knowing that you are invincible, you quit the game with a fraudulent injury? Totally cowardly? …… Are their eyeballs all buttoned out? Or are you talking nonsense with your eyes open? This is outright slander! ”

"And this, damn it, they actually said you were the cancer of the team? It was because of your deception that led to Villarreal's subsequent rout! …… Sling the bull! You've been doing well, scoring goals and assists, so how can you blame you for the team's loss? …… These bastards, I must notify the lawyer and file a lawsuit against them! ”

"And this ......"

The ward was filled with Mr. Contrares' angry rebuke and scolding, and it was evident that he had been stimulated by the stack of newspapers he had read, and was so angry with the remarks and opinions on it that he was now refuting himself incessantly.

Fan Bizhuang tilted his head and looked at him like that, not caring at all.

"Do you want water, Mr. Contrerares? If you are thirsty, come, drink a little. ”

Maybe it was after scolding, Molina's voice finally showed signs of subsiding after a long time, although there was still indignation on his face, but he still reached out to take the water cup handed over by Fan Bizhuang, and subconsciously responded, "Thank you...... Uh, no, Fan, aren't you angry at all? Oh, I forgot, you haven't seen it yet? Look at it, these newspapers are all bad things about you, and I suspect they're here to discredit you, you damn bastards......"

Seeing that Molina was going crazy again, Fan Bizhuang hurriedly waved his hand to stop him: "For some reports, I have long been accustomed to it, and I can be regarded as having immunity." ”

Fan Bizhuang spread his hands and smiled: "So you understand what I mean, don't buy similar newspapers in the future, you will be in a bad mood after spending money, this loss-making transaction cannot be done." ”

“……”

Molina smashed his mouth, lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally waved his fist fiercely: "That's right, I won't buy any newspapers that say bad things about us in the future!" No, I'm going to have to get a notebook and write them down, and blacklist them, hmph, these damn bastards, don't try to get your news from us in the future......"

Watching Molina solemnly go to find the paper and notebook, Fan Bizhuang smiled helplessly, and let him go.