The Glory of the Godfather

"... Eat while it's hot."

Fang Jue's neck was stiff and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Andres, you scared Mr. Coach." A child's voice rang.

Fang Jue breathed a sigh of relief. He knew who was behind him. In the dead of night, it was almost midnight when someone suddenly said such a sentence behind his back. It was really frightening.

"Mr. Belmandy, do you know that it is very scary to suddenly appear behind you at night?" Fang Jue asked angrily.

"It has nothing to do with me." Andres Belmandy shrugged and pointed to his son, "David is coming."

"I didn't let you scare the coach." Little Belmandy immediately exposed his father's lie, holding a lunch box in his hand, "Coach, you are hungry, I will ask you to eat."

"Uh, thank you, but I'm not hungry." Fang Jue said, then his stomach gurgled.

This is really embarrassing.

"Let's eat, it's wrong to lie to children," Bellmandy said, with a sour tone.

"Mr. Coach, this is the first time I make donuts. I didn't give Andres to eat. He is angry." The little guy said crisply.

"That's really to thank you." Fang Jue picked up a doughnut and thought, he was worried about the little guy's cooking skills. He was not worried about whether it tasted good, but worried about whether it would be food poisoning.

For example, if you use salt as sugar, this is not bad. If you use baking soda as sugar, it will be even worse. Fang Jue even thought of news reports about false nitrites.

Eat or not?

...

Good smell!

Well, it's soft and sweet, and it tastes good.

"Ah, is this really the first time you did it?" Fang Jue was very surprised.

"Of course!" Bellmandy replied for his son. "My son is a genius in everything he does."

"Mr. Coach, you ate what I made, now you should promise me one thing." The little guy said happily immediately.

"Your son is very cunning." Fang Jue said to Bellmandy.

"Smart! This is smart!" The father retorted immediately.

Under the witness of Andres Belmandi, David Belmandi and Fang Jue reached an agreement. He enjoyed the food made by David Belmandi and was paid that he had to lead Ibiza. update successed.

Eating and drinking, and chatting with a little guy seriously, turned out to be a very special relaxation and enjoyment.

The little guy said with tears that his grandfather could not close his eyes before he died, because he did not see the day Ibiza was promoted to the Spanish second division. It will be his grandfather’s death in half a month. I want to tell Grandpa that Ibiza will definitely be able to upgrade this time.

The crying little guy wants Fang Jue to ensure that he will lead the team to upgrade.

Fang Jue promised that he would be able to. His sore nose was really touched.

...

The little guy said that he will definitely make a lot of money in the future. At that time, he will buy Ibiza, then sign a lifetime contract with Fang Jue, and then give Fang Jue 10 billion euros to sign up. The coach thinks Buy whoever buys...

He will also give Fang Jue an annual salary of 100 million euros.

"Don't worry, I will raise you for the rest of your life." The little fellow old **** patted Fang Jue's shoulder.

"Oh, thank you so much, I don't have to worry about retirement now."

"Don't worry"-the little guy patted his stomach and promised that if he takes a bite in the future, Fang Jue won't be hungry. He has too many girls in his hands, and he will also consider taking care of this bachelor.

"Thank you so much, my personal marital problems have also fallen." Fang Jue expressed his gratitude with an exaggerated expression.

Belmandy covered his face from the side.

Fang Jue couldn't help but feel happy after sending off Belmandy and his son. This little guy is quite interesting. Now he feels extremely relaxed and his mentality is much better.

"Asshole, when did my dad die? Why don't I know?" On the way back, Andres Belmandy scolded his son.

"Don't you think this story is touching?"

I just want to beat people now!

Bellmandy slapped a big slap.

"Here!" The little guy took out a squeezed doughnut out of his pocket and handed it to his father, "I have one for you."

The face of the father who pretended to be angry immediately resembled a blooming chrysanthemum. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, rubbed his hands again, and took the doughnut with bad appearance, "It's delicious! I just Having said that, our David is a genius!"

"Okay, okay, Andres, you're great, you have given birth to a genius son!" The little guy sighed, and the little adult shook his head like an adult.

...

Pontevedra, Ibiza’s players rented an amateur team training ground near their hotel for training.

"Stop, don't run."

The security guard at the training ground was slowly ‘chasing’ a man who looked like a reporter.

"Mr. Fang Jue, I'm a reporter from Bild in Germany." The man first spoke quickly in German, then changed to Spanish and spoke again.

Fang Jue waved his hand to signal that the security guard was okay, and ‘save’ the reporter, but he... refused to accept the interview.

"Coach Fang Jue, just one question, one question, can you?" the reporter asked anxiously.

Fang Jue turned around and glanced at the reporter. He used the kind of indifferent "look down on people". In short, it had that kind of ugly expression. He nodded his chin and said, "Ask."

"In the first round against Pontevedra, how confident are you of the away game?" As he said, the reporter took out a voice recorder and looked expectant.

Fang Jue shook his fingers and looked arrogant, "I coached Ibiza for 20 games and won 17 games with an 85 percent winning rate! Are you asking me if I have the confidence to win? "

As he said, Fang Jue waved his hand and left, "Mr. Reporter, if you have time, you can come and enjoy a wonderful victory tomorrow."

"Of course, I will come!"

Back among the players, Fang Jue pointed to the reporter at the far end, "That reporter questioned your ability to win."

The irritated players immediately looked at the reporter, their eyes were rather unfriendly.

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~Okay, ignore that poor guy." Fang Jue clapped his hands and motioned everyone to listen to him, "Listen well, our goal in the first round of the play-offs is to win The ball, and get as many away goals and goal difference as possible, and strive for the first round to establish the advantage of promotion!"

Fang Jue shouted loudly in order to boost morale, and the reporter heard clearly.

...

"Yes, Alex, that guy is so arrogant. He actually said that he wanted to win the first round by a big score and locked in advancement."

"I see! Thank you, Jill." Pontevedra coach Alex García said in a low voice, holding back his anger, bastard, so arrogant, you will pay for your arrogance. Yes, you have to attack madly... Humph.

Jill Bonbondi Polo put away his phone, whistled, and it was done.

He found that his acting skills have become more and more outstanding recently, and he may consider developing in the acting industry.

He took out a cigarette and was about to smoke a cigarette to celebrate, but he did not touch the lighter.

Huh, where's my lighter?

This is a special commemorative model of Zippo, and it is his most precious lighter.

I remembered that when I was ‘chased’ by security, it was probably that time when the lighter fell.

Gil Bonbondi Polo hurried to the small training ground where the Ibiza team trained in the afternoon.

Saying hello to the security guard, Mr. Polo walked in.

He was looking anxiously when he heard the voice.

"Fang, how did you guess that reporter was a guy who pretended to be deliberately spying on news."

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