"Who did it?" Fang Jue asked with an interesting expression.

Under the chair, his feet moved unnaturally and turned to the outside.

If there are micro-expressions and micro-move analysis masters, they will quickly draw conclusions:

This is a subconscious action to escape.

It explains the environment on site or the topic to be discussed next, making the person feel uncomfortable or want to escape.

Pablo Fernandez is not a master of micro-move observation. He is immersed in his emotions and smiles bitterly, "David Belmandy!"

"Ha——" Fang Jue was stunned and opened his mouth wide, "Who did you say?"

"David Belmandy." Tracy interrupted, "Andres Belmandy's son, that little guy."

"How could it be him?" Fang Jue was a little confused.

"David himself admitted that he wrote an essay at school called 'The One Things You Proudest,' and this little guy told the story." Fernando said.

Tracy also said enthusiastically. The general situation was that Fernandez had been suffering in Ibiza for a long time, and Bermandy felt that he should take it as his own. The little guy was ambushed outside the door of Fernandez, smashed the glass while the chaos, and then retreated successfully, and kept silently "bearing" all this without telling anyone.

"Ha——" Fang Jue was really shocked, "This, I really couldn't imagine it."

"Everyone was surprised," said Tracy with a smile. "Then David became a celebrity on the island, and everyone said he saved Ibiza."

"Cough cough." Mr. Fernandez, one of the parties involved, used a cough to cover up his embarrassment.

Tracy ignored it, she took out her cell phone and showed Fang Jue a few videos.

One is a video of Bellmandy being interviewed by a young man. The boy wearing an Ibiza jersey looked serious: Yes, I admit that my (smashing glass) behavior is rude and rude, but I don’t regret it!

“Now, a new hot link has been added to the island’s tourism projects.”

Fang Jue saw many tourists line up and take turns picking up stones that seemed to be specially customized to smash the glass.

There is an Asian tourist who seems to be very good at smashing the glass. He hit it three times in a row. The glass broke and a portrait popped up. It was Fang Jue's windbreaker and handsome man-in-law commanding the game on the sidelines.

"The winner will get your signature poster," Tracy said.

Fang Jue: I didn’t sign it! It was not my signature!

All right?

Is it his signature?

However, I used a signature poster he printed in Ibiza at that time and I don't know how many copies...

...

Fang Jue, Fernando and Mr. Fernandez waved goodbye.

The couple now runs a sports website?

Is Fernando the editor-in-chief of the website?

This website mainly focuses on tapping out scandals of sports celebrities, and is said to have become quite influential.

What Fang Jue could not have imagined?

The boss behind this gossip sports website turned out to be David Antonio Glino...

When he learned the news, he was really surprised.

Then?

Fang Jue thought about it?

This guy Glino is really a good use of his specialties and is very suitable for this industry.

At the same time, Fang Jue has always wondered why Glino has always been so well-informed?

Can you always grasp the core?

It pointed directly into the soul of the remote attack object, causing the other party to tremble strongly...

So that's it.

As for Mr. Fernandez, he no longer works as a coach. He is now a commentator at a paid TV station in Spain, full-time commentary on La Liga?

It is said that it is very professional and has its own interpretation style?

It is also quite popular with fans.

And in Ibiza, Fernandez also gives speeches frequently?

It means that when he was the head coach, he noticed Fang Jue's coaching talent?

And teach carefully?

Even if there is no ‘glass smash’ incident?

He will also find ways to push Fang Jue to the top.

Someone actually believed this.

At least, Fernandez believed it himself.

After Fang Jue said goodbye to everyone, he wandered around alone.

...

David Belmandy was soaked in her mouth that she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.

After entering the Ibiza echelon, the young players began to pay attention to their diet and it was rare to satisfy their verbal desires.

"Is it enough?" asked Bellmandy.

"Enough!" Traore said with satisfaction in eating.

After the meal, Little Bellmandy went to pay the order first. She was very skilled and very conscious.

Traore had no expression of "satisfied to let someone younger than him pay for the bill."

Since he first met David, this guy who was two years younger than him took the initiative to pay the bill, and he had made the decision on this friend (the boss).

"David, didn't you say you knew Mr. Fang Jue? Why didn't you contact him directly?" Traore asked in confusion.

David Bermandi secretly came to Barcelona from Ibiza alone, wanting to watch Barcelona's home game against Aston Villa. The young boss couldn't get the ticket, so he found Traore.

Traore is a Lamacia youth training player, and the club will randomly distribute tickets to the young players.

In the end, Belmandy Jr. paid for the money and Traore got two tickets from goalkeeper teammate Andre Onana.

"It's a big battle with Barcelona soon, I don't want to disturb him." Little Bermandy waved his hand and said.

He was a little worried. Now they got the tickets provided by Barcelona Club to young players, which must be in Barcelona's home court stands.

At that time, if you want to walk out of the Camp Nou Stadium alive, you will not be able to cheer for Aston Villa "free and happy".

...

Fang Jue wore sunglasses that could cover most of his face, but the golf cap and large sunglasses could not hide his appearance at all.

For the 22nd time, he declined the girl's request to ask for a phone number.

A girl in front of her slipped, and her boyfriend didn't pull her up immediately, but picked up her phone and took the video first.

The girl got up angrily, slapped the boy, and left angrily.

Then, another girl suddenly appeared and had a French wet kiss with the boy. The two of them continued shopping happily.

Fang Jue looked at this scene and shook his head. Sure enough, he was full of routines in life.

"David, look, is that Mr. Fang Jue?" Traore asked, pointing to the man wearing a golf hat and sunglasses not far away.

"Can you tell me that it's dressed like this?" Little Bellmandy was surprised. If Traore hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have recognized that it was Fang Jue.

"You don't know that in Barcelona, ​​Mr. Fang Jue is the club's number one public enemy, and of course everyone is very familiar with him." Traore whispered, "It is said that Mr. Guardiola has customized a large doll and boxing every day. Of course, it's just a rumor, and we don't know whether it is true or not."

"What are you going to do?" asked David Belmandy.

"You said, I want to say that I would secretly knock him out, will he become a hero in Barcelona?" Traore said with a chuckle.

"You can pull it down." Little Bellmandy said sarcastically, "If I hadn't taken care of you, you would have been to prison like those stingy people."

...

Traore admitted what Bellmandy said.

The difficulties faced by children from immigrant families who grew up in Barcelona have been exposed to several street gangs to try to recruit him to sell drugs and participate in other illegal activities.

For these poor children from African-American families who come to Barcelona to make a living from Africa, or for young minds who want to make money quickly, they are too susceptible to these awkward people.

Traore has some friends who often play football together, and even have talents above him, but they no longer play football and instead sell jams or join gangs because of their relatives.

Traore has also been tempted like this.

He seems to be an alternative in Lamacia. He has no other "specialties" except for his fast speed, and his feet are even more rough, which makes him seem out of place with Lamacia.

So much so that for a while, Traore was discouraged and a little discouraged about his future of football, and he thought about making quick money.

The little boss David Belmandy scolded him so much that he was so bloody.

He patted his chest and said, if Traore couldn't make it in La Macia, he could help get Traore into Ibiza's youth team, and he wouldn't have played without the ball.
To be continued...