"Excuse me, is Fan living in this ward?"

There was such a sound outside the ward, and then the door was pushed open, and Chunqiu's head was the first to burst out of the door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm sorry we met Sing downstairs and it took us to this ward, if Fan didn't stay here then for your bother, we ...... Hmm, Fan! Ha, you're really in this room. I knew that the Spring Festival would not lead the wrong way. ”

A middle-aged man in a suit walked in first, and behind him, there was also a "facial paralysis man" in sportswear, also a middle-aged man, but there was no superfluous expression on his face, except for indifference, only Mo Ran remained, saying that it was "facial paralysis", but it was really not wrong at all.

The people who came were none other than the two "mentors" of Fan Bizhuang's former training camp in La Masia. Enrique and Tito. Villanova. I have to say that these two are really a pair of excellent combination partners, one is outgoing, enthusiastic and generous, and the other is cold. Sensible and analytical.

Whether it is work or life, these two people seem to be inseparable, and they are together wherever they go.

"It's you! Coach Enrique, and Mr. Tito......"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fan Bizhuang turned his head instantly, his eyes lit up, and he cried out in surprise.

Enrique had already come closer, he laughed, sat directly on the edge of the bed, and scratched Fan Bizhuang's head: "It's not us, ha, it looks like you look good, Fan, when I came, I was still thinking, this game was also lost, and I was injured again, Fan, this bastard kid, shouldn't hide in the hospital bed and cry secretly, right?" Now it seems that I was thinking too much, haha! By the way, good morning, Mr. Contrares, long time no see! Hmm, what are you doing here? ”

Fan Bizhuang looked back and saw that Molina was still squatting by the cabinet, seriously looking through the publisher of the newspaper, while holding a pen and paper to make notes, Fan Bizhuang smiled faintly, shook his head and said: "Don't worry about him, this old boy has a problem here." As he spoke, he pointed to his head.

"You're the problem here, you're really a bastard boy, how can you talk?" Molina protested, turned back to Enrique and nodded, "It's been a long time, good morning, Coach Luis." Well, and Coach Tito, good morning, too. ”

In response to Molina's nod, Vilanova responded with the same nod, he turned his face to look at his companion, and said, "Only an idiot would think that Fan is a person who likes to hide in the corner and cry." ”

He didn't say who the "idiot" was, but there were only a few people in the room, and he didn't need to ask to know which one he was referring to.

"Hey, can you save me some face outside, Tito......" Enrique patted his head helplessly.

As a result, Bilanova made up for the sword: "Fan is not an outsider. Besides, it's not the first time he's seen you, what's the matter, haven't you gotten used to it? ”

"......" Enrique continued to smile wryly, but he was speechless.

Villanova looked at Fan Bizhuang at this time, his expression was still that cold and indifferent, if he had already known that this character coach was such a temper, it is estimated that other people would have seen it, and thought that he was just perfunctory: "How is the injury?" ”

When he was still in La Masia, Fan Bizhuang had the most contact with Vilanova, which was not even comparable to Enrique, who discovered him single-handedly and discerningly, after all, Enrique was the coach of the reserve team, and most of the time he was distracted to take care of other players, for Fan Bizhuang, he could only do some special training details, and Vilanova was the one who supplemented and implemented these plans.

What kind of temperament is Villanova, he knows better than anyone else, after all, the two are extremely similar in some aspects, and are even privately called the "two icebergs" of La Masia by the players.

"Coach Tito is still the same, it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Fan Bizhuang's eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes the bits and pieces of what he had experienced when he received special training at the La Masia camp, and Bilanova's reprimand, belittling, and irritating...... And, of course, the few encouragements.

He suddenly felt that time was frozen as if it had not flowed forward, and he was still the rookie who only knew that he was under the "pressure" of the coach every day, practicing hard, repeating almost the same trajectory every day.

This feeling is very melancholy, Fan Bizhuang shook his head, put this emotion aside, and smiled at Villanova: "It's not a big deal, the doctor said that you can return to the court after a while." ”

Villanova nodded lightly and remained silent.

It's still like this, as cold as ever, as concise as ever.

Fan Bizhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head, he turned his head, ready to talk to Enrique, but he didn't expect Villanova to suddenly open his lips again.

"You've changed, Fan."

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, a little unsure of what this teacher meant.

Changed?

Where has changed?

Are you taller and stronger than before, or are you more energetic than you used to be?

On the contrary, he used to be just a rookie who didn't know anything, but now he has experienced the baptism of the top professional league, not only that, but he also has an excellent performance in the league, step by step, towards maturity and a broader road.

His progress is evident and his experience and experience are accumulating at a rapid pace.

Time will never really stand still, he will slowly grow up, from a teenager to a real man.

"yes, I've changed a lot, well, I can feel it myself, my progress is obvious, I ......"

Fan Bizhuang scratched his head and responded with a smile, but was interrupted by a wave of Vilanova's hand.

"You're more smiling and talking."

Villanova rejects Van Bizhuang's argument and gives his own answer. The two are completely at odds with each other.

Fan Bizhuang was stunned again, and then suddenly he was stunned. Then there was silence.

Villanova didn't say it before, he really didn't find out, but looking back carefully on the past nearly a year, he seems to have really become smiling, and he loves to chat and talk to friends around him, he used to do what he liked, and he didn't even have the interest to deal with what he didn't like, and now, he will also consider the feelings of his friends, and, in the past, he always lost his temper from time to time, and even did it without speculation, and now, although he still can't control his emotions well, he will always think about it from time to time, analyze what is right and wrong... …

He really seems to have changed, he has learned to understand, he has learned to endure, and he has learned to move towards ...... Ripe!

Stunned by the memory, Villanova looked at him and suddenly smiled: "That's good." At least you don't feel cold and scared anymore, and of course, I don't have the desire to scold you or beat you up the first time I see you. ”

Fan Bizhuang continued to be stunned, daring to love that Villanova either scolded or scolded him angrily before, just because he didn't like himself? Or is it that it is not pleasing to look at the other one? What is this? What do people want to get when they lack something, and when they see exactly the same thing, they are even more disgusted?

Fan Bizhuang couldn't cry or laugh, he nodded and muttered, "In this way, my changes are indeed quite big." ”

"Of course it's big, you used to be a rookie who didn't know anything, but now you're a big star, don't talk about anything else, just Catalonia, who doesn't know your name? Not only do many local fans like you now, but there are also many young people in La Masia who consider you their idol. They all said that they should train hard and become an outstanding professional player like their predecessors. ”

Enrique took over the topic with a smile, and he made a finger rubbing motion, which meant self-evident, "You have to leave me a few autographs for whatever you say when you come back this time, it's better to have photos." Hah, I found this to be a good way to make money......"

Van Bizhuang was also amused by Enrique's words, but he never imagined that one day in the future, he would have admirers in La Masia, and he would also become an idol for teenagers with football dreams to learn to imitate.

But think about it, Messi can become the object of worship of teenagers, he was also born in La Masia, and now he has made a lot of fame outside, so naturally there will be no shortage of followers.

Thinking of this, Fan Bizhuang laughed self-deprecatingly: "After yesterday's game, there must be no more young players like me, right?" After all, I returned to Camp Nou in a big way, trying to embarrass my old club. And...... I also failed. ”

"One defeat doesn't mean anything, and you still have a lot of opportunities to play against our team in the future, so you don't have to worry about the outcome this time. And, in my opinion, you didn't fail, Fan, your progress, your performance that no one can ignore, and it's amazing to be able to grow to this point in one year. In fact, Leo was exposed to the top flight earlier than you, but the gap between you is not as big as you think. Maybe it won't be long before you are no longer inferior to him. What, don't you have confidence in yourself? ”

Fan Bizhuang looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect his former "mentor" to say such a thing, he is the coach of Barcelona, will he encourage himself and encourage himself to carry out the "Prince's Revenge" to the end?

"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm part of Barcelona, I love this stadium so much, but you're also my favorite disciple, I don't want to see you lose your mind because of a blow, I have to do something. Of course, I don't think that's too necessary, like Tito said, you're not a guy who can't stand the blows, you're born with a big heart! ”

As he spoke, Enrique patted his head with a smile and pointed at Villanova, who was still cold-faced: "This stinky guy is right, don't think about it anymore, your change is very good, we are all very pleased." Fan, you're really growing up......"

Fan Bizhuang was silent, then nodded.

"Yes, people have to grow up slowly, and I'm on the road, aren't I, sir?"