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Chapter 196 Are you a sewer? (Please subscribe for the third update!)

"Drink! Party!"

In the locker room, everyone was shirtless and pressed the shoulders of the people in front of them one by one, forming a human train that circled around the locker room.

Su Ke stood in the front row, holding the championship trophy in his hand.

The trophy is a concave shape that has been disinfected and wiped clean inside.

“The champagne is here!!”

Davor Suker rushed into the locker room with two bottles of champagne in his hands.

Boban, Bilic and others also followed closely.

Suk walked over and grabbed the champagne, shaking it violently.

With a "wave" sound, he blocked the mouth of the champagne bottle with one hand and shook it violently.

Champagne suddenly sprayed out.

Suk's face turned red and he shouted loudly; "It's party time! Guys, get excited!!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Everyone raised their arms and started cheering vigorously.

Dawo Suk and others were also disturbed by this emotion, and they all held their shoulders and jumped with the group of young people.

Besic's post-match press conference ended and he walked in through the door.

Besic waved with one hand.

"Everyone go and wash up immediately. We will meet at the Maximil Hotel at six o'clock in the evening!"

The scene was quiet for a moment, then suddenly erupted into even more violent cheers.

The party is about to begin!

Suk and others immediately ran into the bathroom and started washing up.

Not long after, everyone had finished washing.

They did not return to the dormitory, but took a bus directly to the Maximil Hotel.

There were a large number of reporters standing in front of the hotel.

There are not only local Croatian journalists, but also journalists from all over Europe.

In this regard, Suk and others also scratched their heads.

"so troublesome!"

As soon as Suker and Modric got off the bus, they were surrounded by reporters.

"Chelsea has launched a new round of offers for you. Do you have any response to this?"

"Which team are you most interested in currently?"

"Will Arsenal be your next club?"

"Will you come to Germany to play football?"

Facing the siege of reporters, Su Ke waved his hand to signal silence:

"Let me give you a unified reply. We have not yet decided which team to join, and we have no definite intention. All this will be decided after the transfer window opens!"

At this time, a reporter suddenly shouted: "You will come to Italy, right! This is the best place for you!"

Suker glanced at the other party's reporter badge, and it was clear that he was a reporter from Milan L'Equipe.

Suk responded with a smile.

"What did he say?"

Many reporters are a little confused.

But the Italian reporter's eyes lit up.

Suk said it in Italian.

His response was, ‘It depends on your mood! ’

But Su Ke can speak Italian, which is enough to explain the problem.

The entire banquet hall on the second floor of the Maximil Hotel has been booked by Dinamo Zagreb.

The party is a buffet style.

Drinks have been piled in the corner for everyone to take.

The party was paid for by the new club president Most!

Of course, it is inevitable for the leader to give a speech before the party starts.

No matter where you go, this rule will never disappear.

Most stood on the stage, spitting and praising Dinamo Zagreb's achievements this season.

He expressed his strong support for Besic's work and will give him more trust.

Besic is also a treasure now!

After leading the team to the quarterfinals of the Champions League, he was also spotted by many teams in the five major leagues.

However, Besic seems to have no intention of leaving the Croatian League.

"Ha~~~~"

Suk held the wine glass and yawned.

Moster has lived in vain on the stage for a long time, and he has no intention of ending.

"He's so verbose!"

Modric complained directly.

Besic turned his head and glared at the two of them fiercely. Just as Murst finished his speech, Besic took the lead in applauding.

Suker and Modric also reluctantly applauded.

"You bitch!"

Suk whispered.

Modric looked confused, but did not refute.

"Does anyone else want to talk?" Most asked in a good mood.

Dawo Suk coughed dryly and was about to take steps.

Swish, swish, swish! !

Staring directly at dozens of death rays.

Dawo Suk immediately waved his hand:

"there is none left!"

"Then let's start the party, for the championship!" Most raised his glass; "Cheers!"

"cheers!!!--"

Everyone shouted and immediately raised their heads to drink.

Soon, Most, Besic and the coaching staff, including Davor Suker, left the banquet venue and went to the private room.

Without any restraints, the boys of Dinamo Zagreb finally began to drink freely.

"Come! I want to fight you!"

Duimovich pointed at Suk and shouted.

Suk said angrily: "Have you forgotten the lesson you learned last time?"

"I was in bad shape last time, let's do it again this time!"

Two hours later, Suker and Modric began to move people out.

Suker helped the drunk Duimovich throw the guy into the bus, and Modric also pulled Srna.

A moment later, the two followed the same pattern and pulled out Rakitic and Vukojevic.

"You drink so much when you can't even drink!"

Suk said angrily.

Modric turned to look at Suker.

There was a hint of shock in his eyes.

In two hours, Suker single-handedly defeated the alliance of Duimovic, Rakitic and Srna.

This guy's mouth seemed to be connected to a sewer. Just watching the wine go in, he didn't react at all.

"Is your throat connected to the sewer?"

Suk rolled his eyes angrily.

"You're the one connected to the sewer!"

Modric sighed; "What should we do now?"

"how could I know!"

Suk shrugged angrily.

The party is ruined!

Just when Suker and Modric looked melancholy, Davor Suker and Boban also walked out of the hotel.

"The party is over?"

Dawo Suk said in surprise.

He finally finished socializing and wanted to enjoy the party with the young people, but it was already over.

Suk pointed to the bus.

"Already lying inside."

Boban was surprised; "So fast?"

Su Ke: "Without fighting ability, there is no one who can drink."

"Are you a good drinker?"

Dawo Suk raised his eyebrows.

Su Ke remained calm; "Touch?"

Dawo Suk handsomely took out the phone.

"Kardashian, help me prepare a private room and invite some girls."

Snapped!

Dawo Suk closed the phone and grinned: "The real party has just begun!"

It’s been a blast all the way.

The four of them were led by Dawo Suk to a splendid private club.

Two security guards in black suits stood at the door.

Dawo Suk waved his hand and led Suk and others inside.

But just as Suk was about to pass, he was stopped by a black security guard.

"This is my guest!"

Dawo Suk said dissatisfied.

Suk also looked up.

The black security guard immediately apologized; "Sorry, Mr. Suk, I want an autograph!"

After saying that, the black security guard pointed at Su Ke and said, "My child is your fan."

Su Ke suddenly realized.

The black security guard walked in and asked for a piece of white paper and a marker.

Suk suddenly froze.

The black security guard also reacted immediately.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

After a while, he took out a star sheet.

"Sign here!"

Sukma signed it smoothly.

The black security guard smiled and waved: "Wish you a good time!"

A group of four people took the elevator to the private room of the club.

Four young and beautiful beauties were already sitting inside.

"I remember the one in the middle is this year's Miss Croatia, right?"

Boban couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Do you have this channel?"

Dawo Suk snorted proudly, walked into the private room, and raised the bottle of wine.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the real party begins!"

Fine wine currently.

Beauty in my arms!

Su Ke also had a good time.

This is something I never dared to think about before.

As the saying goes, there is no distinction between style and style.

These Croatian models also want to use the stars to gain fame.

Especially Suker and Modric, the most popular fried chickens in Europe.

Of course, it’s fun to have fun, but don’t forget any of the rules you should abide by.

Modric's face was flushed, and he acted quite shy when faced with the beauty's offer to change cups.

Suk, on the other hand, was lingering among the flowers, acting like a seasoned driver.

"Luka, let's take a picture? I want to show it off to my friends."

The beautiful model winked at Modric and said seductively.

Modric nodded dizzy: "Okay!"

Just when the two were taking intimate photos, Su Ke suddenly stepped in.

Su Ke smiled and closed the other party's mobile phone and said, "You don't need to take pictures, right?"

The beautiful model also smiled slightly awkwardly.

Suker pulled Modric over.

"Would you like to be on the headlines the next day if you wake up?"

Modric said blankly.

"ah?"

Suker said angrily: "If the photo just now is leaked, believe it or not, the next day will be full of news about the 'corruption of Croatian genius midfielder'?"

"Zolanqi still has to clean up your mess!"

Modric scratched his head; "Isn't it just a photo shoot?"

"Be more careful!"

Su Ke shook his head angrily and directly dragged Modric to his side. It was really impossible not to watch.

Boban looked at Suk's handling and couldn't help laughing; "Suk still knows how to exercise restraint!"

Davor Suk shrugged: "But it will be difficult for him to date girls in the future."

Each takes what he needs.

Suk wouldn't let the girls take photos to become famous, and they weren't happy either.

"The better he performs, the less he'll be able to do."

Dawo Suk raised his glass and said, "Suk, let me try your drinking capacity."

Suk immediately picked up the wine bottle.

"Croatian sewers, request to fight!"