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Hearing João Consantis's promise, Qiu Ze smiled slightly, as if he was sure of victory.

"Okay, since you agreed, should we talk about the bet?" Qiu Ze said confidently.

"Of course." Since he had already agreed, there was no reason to back down. João Consantis put aside his worries and said firmly.

"Okay. If you lose, what will you do?" Qiu Ze stared at Joao Consantis and said.

João Consantis snorted and laughed loudly: "I will lose? Who will believe that I will lose? What a joke!"

Qiu Ze sneered and murmured in his heart, "Who will lose if you don't lose?" He looked at Joao Consantis with a smile and said word by word: "What if you really lose?"

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João Consantis frowned, then looked at the reporters around him and said, "If I lose, I will apologize to you in front of everyone present."

"No, no, no, my great reporter, don't you think this is too cheap for you?" Qiu Ze stared sharply at João Consantis, "Have you realized that you will lose, so you are so evasive?

What?"

"You..." Listening to Qiu Ze's sarcasm, Joao Consantis pointed at Qiu Ze angrily and yelled.

"Huh!" Qiu Ze snorted coldly and said with contempt for Joao Consantis, "Since our great reporter is so courageous, I don't think I should make a bet."

Seeing Qiu Ze's contemptuous eyes and sarcastic remarks, as well as the mocking eyes of his colleagues around him, João Consantis was filled with anger. Damn it, when did I, the chief reporter of the Capital Post Portuguese League, receive

Such treatment? It’s all those damn yellow-skinned monkeys.

When he thought of this, João Consantis couldn't help but glared at Qiu Ze and said through gritted teeth: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Qiu Ze smiled lightly, as if everything was under control. Looking at the smile on Qiu Ze's face, Joao Consantis couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He didn't know what kind of unreasonable demands Qiu Ze was going to make, and he felt very uneasy.

.

"Actually, it's very simple. I can't ask you to do something you can't do, so please don't worry, you don't have to be so nervous." Qiu Ze said with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha!" After listening to Qiu Ze's words and looking at Joao Consantis's nervous look, the reporters at the scene couldn't help laughing.

João Consantis had a dark face, and the anger in his heart wanted to tear Qiu Zesheng in front of him into eighteen pieces to vent his hatred.

"Tell me, what do you want your uncle to do? If your uncle frowns, then your uncle is not Joao Consantis." Joao Consantis said very proudly.

"Good, you have some backbone!" Qiu Ze seemed to be admiring but was actually sarcastic, "I don't want you to rob a bank and run around naked or anything like that. You just need to publish an apology letter in your "Lisbon Post" to apologize to me and clarify the facts.

Of course, in the end you have to write the words 'I, João Consantis, am an idiot' under this apology letter."

"Hahahaha!" Listening to Qiu Ze's request, the reporters around him laughed again.

"You're going too far!" Listening to the unusually harsh laughter around him, João Consantis suddenly stood up and pointed at Qiu Ze angrily and roared.

"At this time, you know that bullying is too much. When you said that I couldn't score two goals in Beiramar, why didn't you know that bullying was too much?" Qiu Ze stared at João Consang with contempt.

Teece.

"Hmph!" After listening to Qiu Ze's words, João Consantis snorted coldly and turned his head to the side like a proud peacock, leaving his proud neck to everyone.

"What the hell do you know now that bullying is too much? Have you ever done it to a fucking dog before?" Suddenly, Qiu Ze said angrily, "Yes! Why did I bully others too much today? What? We?"

Is the arrogant reporter giving in? Are you scared? In this case, you just have to say in front of everyone that you are scared and you are scared, and I will treat it as if this never happened."

"Fuck you, will I be afraid of you?" Joao Consantis said loudly like a furious lion, "If I lose, I will do as you say. But what if you lose?

?”

"If I lose, I will also publish a piece of news in your "Lisbon Post", admitting that everything you said is right, that you are very foresight, and that you are truly the chief reporter of the Portuguese League. At the same time, in

At the end of the article, I wrote, "I am Chris Qiu, I am a fool." What do you think?" Qiu Ze said casually, as if he didn't take this to heart at all. Now, Qiu Ze and Joao Kong Sang,

Thies' performance was immediately impressive.

"Okay! That's it. I hope you won't regret it then!" João Consantis glared at Qiu Ze and said coldly.

Qiu Ze chuckled: "That's what I want to say, don't regret it when the time comes. And it's too late to regret, because there are so many witnesses here. Hahaha!"

"Hmph! I hope you can still smile so happily at the end of the season." Joao Consantis said through gritted teeth.

"This is not something you, the great journalist João Consantis, should be concerned about. You should be concerned about yourself now." Qiu Ze said equally coldly.

"Huh." Joao Consantis snorted coldly, ignored Qiu Ze and everyone, turned around, and walked out of the field.

Seeing that Joao Consantis was about to leave, Qiu Ze smiled strangely. Then, before Joao Consantis walked out of the door, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Didn't someone ask me just now? Are you talking?"

What did you mean when you scored the second goal?"

Listening to Qiu Ze's words, the reporters below were all stunned. Did we ask this question just now? Chris? What did this kid Qiu do after scoring the second goal?

The reporters began to think about it, and even João Consantis, who was about to walk out of the door, couldn't help but stop and think about it carefully.

At this moment, the reporters below suddenly remembered that Chris Qiu slapped the press box when he scored the second goal. When they thought of this, their eyes couldn't help but light up.

.They also knew what Chris Qiu was going to do at this time, and they all turned to look at Joao Consantis at the gate.

At this time, João Consantis, who had his back to everyone, was livid, his eyes were blazing, his hands were clenched into fists, and his fingernails were dug deeply into his palms. It was obvious that this guy was

He was so angry that he wanted to turn around and beat Qiu Ze's stinky face into a pie.

"Yes, I am slapping a fool in the face." Qiu Ze said very happily, "I just want to wake up this fool and make him realize clearly that all his so-called words are farts."

Listening to Qiu Ze's words, the reporters below all blushed. They wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They were all holding back in great pain.

"Unfortunately, I realize now that I underestimated the thickness of this fool's face. I didn't hit him enough and hard enough to wake him up." Qiu Ze said with a serious face, "It seems

In the future, I will have to slap this idiot in the face hard and often, so that I can completely wake up this idiot. So, please don’t be surprised when you see me doing such an action again in the future.

Don’t ask me questions like this again. After all, idiots are human beings, and we have to show them a face, so as not to hurt other people’s self-esteem.”

"Hahahahaha!" At this time, the reporters below finally couldn't help it anymore and started laughing one after another. Some guys even laughed until their stomachs hurt, they laughed until they shed tears, and they laughed until their faces cramped.

At the gate of the press conference, João Consantis' entire face was distorted, and his teeth were clenched tightly, making a crunching sound.

"Grandma Fake, you yellow-skinned monkey!" João Consantis gritted his teeth and roared in his heart, "I will never make it easy for you. Just wait and see if I don't do it, you will die!"

With a cold snort and amidst the laughter of the crowd, the tragic João Consantis left the press conference in dejection.

The press conference actually ended here. Today, Boavista's head coach Doug and team core Mikita were completely reduced to supporting roles.

However, when asked about their opinions on Qiu Ze, they all claimed that Qiu Ze is a very capable and promising player, and they firmly believe that Qiu Ze will have a very good future.

It was already very late after the press conference, and the players of Beiramar went home to rest. Because there was a league game on the weekend, Inacio Augusto did not give the team a holiday after the game.

, there is still training the next day.

This made Qiu Ze and Belamar's players feel extremely painful, because they really played very hard and tired in today's game. They won't have a day off tomorrow and it would be really fatal to continue training.

When Qiu Ze returned to the hotel, his agent Victor Antoniot had just returned. As soon as he saw Qiu Ze, Victor Antoniot gave Qiu Ze a hug and kept talking about Qiu Ze's performance in this game.

How good it is, how exciting it is.

Victor Antonio told Qiu Ze that the fans in the stands were very excited at that time, and they all shouted that Qiu Ze was their idol. This guy Qiu Ze conquered countless Bellamars in just half the game.

Fans, this makes Victor Antoniot very excited. He firmly believes that Qiu Ze can succeed in Beiramar and let those rubbish in Sporting Lisbon regret it.

That night, Victor Antonio pulled Qiu Ze and talked for most of the night before going to sleep, which made Qiu Ze feel very tired. Although Qiu Ze only played for half an hour in this game, he consumed a lot of energy.

, so it’s normal for this guy to be a little tired.

The next day, Qiu Ze woke up a little late, and he didn't wake up until around 11 o'clock. Fortunately, there was no training this morning. Today, Bellamar's training was only focused on recovery, and the training time was at two o'clock in the afternoon, so

Qiu Ze arrived in a hurry and there was no danger of being late.

The next day, the news that Bellamar completed a shocking comeback at home appeared in the newspapers of major media. The news could be described as overwhelming.

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