Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 120 The Arrival of Longyue
Could it be that he ignored those untrue rumors, he lived happily in Huo Village, the tranquility here made him feel like home, and the enthusiastic fans made him feel deeply attached.Maybe he won't stay in this small village all his life, but now, he enjoys his time here very much.

"Hey, Mo! That shot just now was so fucking cool! Well done!" Sukulini walked side by side with Mo Fei towards the player tunnel, and joked at him while putting his arms around Mo Fei's neck, "Four times Did you assist? Haha, that’s really good, you should be on the assists list. Now you are simply the idol of our young players! Sigh, I’m so miserable.”

Saying that, Sukulini shook his head depressedly.He also played in the previous game, but he was also familiar with him during the garbage time as a substitute, and he couldn't compare with Mo Fei.But he is not discouraged, as long as he plays football well and shows his talent, he believes that one day he will soar into the sky.

"Franco, your sour tone reminds me of a word in our Huaxia called 'deep boudoir resentful woman', haha!" Of course he knew that the other party was teasing him, and he also started talking to the other party in a good mood. As a joke, he patted Sukulini with a bitter face, and said, "Don't make me look like a big football star. Here, the big football star is there!"

Could it be that he pursed his lips in the distance, and Sukulini looked over with his gestures, but no, Ibi, who was elected as the best player of the game, was being bombarded by countless media at the moment.Fortunately, Ibi has experienced many such scenes, but he is used to it.Even so, when Mr. Marcus rescued him, he still made everyone laugh with a look of embarrassment.

"I said guys, is it so funny?" Ibisevic walked slowly towards the crowd with his fluffy and messy hair on his face, spreading his hands with a helpless expression on his face.

"Oh, our hero is back! Haha!" Sukulini laughed.

"Ibi, congratulations. Great job!" Mo Fei also nodded with a smile.

"Your performance is also very good, Mo. Thank you for the assist, the pass is really comfortable." Ibi replied.He is really in a good mood. In the past seven rounds of the league, he has topped the scoring list with eight goals. If this trend continues, the league Golden Boot this season will definitely be in his pocket.

"I said, guys, why are you talking so much? How do you spend your holiday tomorrow? I have an appointment with Prince and Dario to go to Sinsheim. How about joining us? I know a bar, there The beauty... tsk tsk, I feel excited just thinking about it, do you want to go together?"

At this time, Obasi walked over with his arms around Serna's neck, and introduced to everyone with joy.It can be seen that he is in a good mood. The team won and continued to lead the Bundesliga, which made him feel extremely happy.

"Hinidou, I don't think I can be with you anymore. You know, I'm married." Ebby declined politely.

Obasi also clearly knew that Ibi had "tracheitis", so he didn't try to persuade him, but looked at Mo Fei with twinkling eyes.

"Boss, how are you? Go out and play together?"

"I'm sorry, Hinidu. Tomorrow is the weekend and I have to go to school." Mo Fei shook his head.This is true. Every weekend, Mofei goes to Sinsheim University to audit. He always believes that an excellent player should not only have outstanding strength, but also the level of golf quotient determines a player's future achievements. .It is a pity that he joined the professional league without graduating from high school, but it can be regarded as making up for it a little by being able to learn more from the audition in college.

"Boss, don't you think this reason has been used up by you?" Obasi's face was full of depression.

Mo Fei smiled awkwardly.The fact is exactly as Obasi said, every time the other party invites him to places such as nightclubs, he will always find various reasons to shirk, which makes him feel very embarrassed and does not know where to start.Of course Sukulini on the side knew that his good friend didn't like that kind of place, so he jumped out to make a rescue for him.

"I said Hinidu, are you sure the women there are beautiful? You know, I've never been resistant to beautiful women. If you dare to lie to me, hehe... well, I think we can sit down and talk carefully, What do you think?" Sukulini embraced Obasi's shoulders, hugged each other and walked towards the passageway, with lewd laughs from time to time.

Mo Fei smiled helplessly, exchanged glances with Yibi, and followed the two of them to the locker room.

Looking at the empty Hope training ground, Long Yue couldn't help being dumbfounded.He got up early in the morning, and with the help of the embassy staff, he dealt with all the preparations needed for the interview, and then came to Hoffenheim excitedly.But what I didn't expect was that due to the game yesterday, the players at this moment have already had a day off as usual.This made him flutter dejectedly.

The huge training ground was empty at the moment. Occasionally, a few club staff members walked by, but quickly disappeared.Long Yue was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.However, he was not reconciled to his trip in vain. He wondered if he would enter Hoffenheim's office building, find a club staff member to explain the situation, and ask for their help.

But he soon encountered difficulties, because the gatekeeper at the entrance of the stadium said nothing to let him in.

"Reporter? What's so great about a reporter? Well, let me tell you directly, the club stipulates that no one else is allowed to enter!"

Hong Ke is over 60 years old this year. He has guarded the gate for Hoffenheim for 30 years. It can be said that he watched Hoffenheim from an unknown amateur team to the Bundesliga. There was no doubt that Heim's affection was very strong.For these reporters, Old Hong Ke has always been very annoying. It is precisely because of their existence that the normal training of the team is always interrupted.So, not to mention that the club has a rule not to allow outsiders to enter at will, even if the club agrees to let people go, he has to make things difficult.

Long Yue was completely speechless, this damned old man just kept him from getting an inch, so he had no choice but to give up today?Thinking of this, Long Yue was filled with regret, but he was helpless.

"Hey Hunk, good morning."

A voice full of air suddenly came.A middle-aged man with a handsome face walked towards this side, smiling and nodding at Hong Ke.

"Good morning, Mr. Siegel." Old Hong Ke responded with a smile, "You still come to the club today during the team holiday. Do you have any press conferences that need to be prepared?"

"Oh, I don't want to be like those boys, there is a holiday after the game. You know, the team won yesterday, and I have to prepare myself to deal with those annoying reporters."

"You have worked so hard. Hoffenheim's glory today is because of you. As a Huo Village fan, I have to thank you."

"Haha, I can't afford it. Aren't we all the same? We are all working hard for the team, but the positions are different."

Marcus talked to Old Hongk for a few words, and then he was about to lift his feet and walk inward.

"Sir, sir, please wait!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Long Yue hurriedly yelled.Although he didn't know the other party's position in the club, from the conversation between the two just now, he still clearly felt that the other party must be a club employee.He would not let such an opportunity slip away, perhaps, this was his opportunity to enter the office building.

"Uh, you are..." Marcus stopped, turned around and looked at the oriental man in front of him in astonishment.At first he thought it was an ordinary fan, talking to old Hong Ke about something.Unexpectedly, the other party yelled and stopped him, which made him frown slightly.

"I'm a reporter, and this is my press card." Long Yue hurriedly clarified his identity, frantically fumbled through his satchel, and then took out a green notebook and handed it over.

"Reporter?" Marcus took the so-called "press card", but the frown on his forehead tightened even more.Because he didn't know what was written in that notebook at all.

Seeing the other party's face, Long Yue woke up immediately, patted his forehead, then fumbled in his bag, and handed over a paper certificate.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that this is in Germany, and I'm holding Huaxia's 'press card'. This is the interview certificate issued by the Huaxia embassy for me."

Suspiciously, he took the paper certificate and looked at it carefully. Marcus' face gradually relaxed, and soon he revealed a formulaic smile.

"Oh, it is indeed so. Hello, Mr. Reporter, I am Marcus Siegel. I am honored to represent Hoffenheim for your presence. However, the press conference on the team's victory will be in the afternoon Held, are you here early?"

When Long Yue heard the words, he knew that the other party had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Siegel, hello. My name is Long Yue. The purpose of this trip is to interview a player, and his name is Mo Fei."

"Mo?" Marcus frowned again when he heard the words, remembering the media harassment of Mo Fei before, he had to deal with it carefully.Looking suspiciously at the Eastern reporter in front of him, Marcus thought for a while, and then said, "Mr. Long Yue, the club stipulates that it is not allowed to arrange interviews for players without their consent. "

"Mr. Siegel, please help me. Fans and readers in my country really want to know about Murphy's life in Germany, and want to know a more real Murphy. You know how difficult it is to travel from China to Germany. matter." Seeing the other party's refusal, Long Yue couldn't help asking again anxiously.

"Huaxia doesn't work either, the club has rules. Wait, you said you are a reporter from Huaxia?" Marcus was about to refuse again, but he woke up suddenly, Huaxia?Mo's home country?Then it's not good to refuse.

"Yes, it proves that there is an explanation above."

"Okay, please come in with me, I can help you inquire, but this requires the consent of the player himself. Otherwise, we can only follow the procedure."

"Thank you."

Mo Fei, who had just returned home from school, received a call from the club.

"Hey, good evening, Mo. Have a good weekend?"

A familiar voice came from the phone.Mo Fei smiled softly, and then joked: "Mr. Siegel, you rarely call me. Do you want to invite me to dinner? Just right, I haven't eaten yet."

(End of this chapter)