The Strongest Demon Front

It didn't take long for a fat official to run toward the scene of the incident panting.

Behind him, two staff members followed.

After some negotiation, the fat official followed behind the tall man with sunglasses with a smile on his face, and the group walked to the rostrum built in the field.

who is this?

Ye Hen glanced.

He didn't care.

The phone vibrated to remind him that someone had replied to his post.

"Isn't Chu Ge good? If he is not good, Hao Haidong and Zhu Guanghu will give him 100 points in the primary election?"

"The landlord pays electricity for watching the ball, and the appraisal is complete."

Ye Hen sneered.

"At first glance, you are all little brats who don't understand the national conditions. Hao Dong and the others scored 100 points, which is obviously arranged by the organizing committee. You don't understand this. Go back and ask your parents and your mother to understand what it is. Crisis PR."

"As long as Huaxia football persists, there is hope?"

"Let me tell you, our Huaxia players have such a high price and play such bad balls. Look at the stature of players from other countries, and then look at them, really speechless =_=, what football league does Huaxia want, disband Come on, shame on the province. Black whistle and match-fixing, no professional skills, proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. When I see Chinese people playing football, I want to vomit!"

"Chu Ge is really a genius?"

"Fans of the highlights, don't be blind to BB. As long as he can edit, Li Yi can be the champion. If he is a genius, I will broadcast live!"

While he was swiping the forum with great interest, the microphone on the scene rang.

“?Buenas tardes! (Spanish)”

foreigner?

Ye Hen was stunned for a moment, and he raised his head.

A tall man, wearing a hat and big sunglasses on his eyes, was standing on the rostrum.

The man spoke again into the microphone.

It seems that Ye Hen only heard the two words Qi Dan, and did not understand the others.

At this time, the man took a step back.

A staff member next to him leaned slightly closer to the microphone.

"Good afternoon everyone. I'm Zidane."

After speaking, he took a step back.

The man stood in front of the microphone again.

Zidane?

The whole place fell silent.

Many people looked at each other in dismay, and even more people snorted, all their eyes fixed on the rostrum and the mysterious man.

Chu Ge's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered the system prompt in the game.

Is it...

Just as he was vaguely guessing, the man took off his hat, revealing his shiny head, and then took off his magic mirror, revealing a pair of charming eyes.

Really Zidane!

Everyone recognized it at a glance.

Whether it is a fan, a football practitioner, a fan who likes him, or a passerby who has no feelings for him, how many people in the world don't know Zidane?

There is no confidant in the world, and no one in the world does not know you!

"Zidane! Zidane!"

Someone in the stands immediately called out Zidane's name, and many people rushed towards the stands close to Zidane, trying their best to get closer to the idol. Many people raised their mobile phones high, pointed the lens at Zidane, and began to shoot.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the people, Zidane smiled and waved.

"thank you all."

He says.

Under the rostrum, all the young players looked at Zidane without blinking and looked very excited.

In the minds of almost all young players, Zidane is a superstar and an idol. Moreover, in the national stage, the superstar will also be a mentor to the advanced players.

"Did he come today to watch our game?"

Idols came to see me play football!

Such thoughts came to my mind,

Every player is very excited.

Du Changjie was particularly excited.

Zidane is his idol, his favorite player.

Zidane's elegant pace, light-heavy stopping technique, and powerful shooting skills are all the objects that Du Changjie has imitated since he was a child.

Du Changjie had long thought about it. After qualifying for the national competition, the mentor he chose was Zidane.

However, he never expected that Zidane would actually be there in today's game!

In today's game, Du Changjie played very well. He made two passes and two shots. Henan Zhengzhou team's four goals were all related to him.

The one with the highest rating from the judges was him.

He is also the one who won the honorary title of Huazhong Star!

Did the idol see it?

Is he here for me today?

The more Du Changjie thought about it, the more excited he became. He looked at Zidane without blinking, and his breathing became a little short.

Chu Ge was also looking at Zidane.

He is thinking...

All eyes are on Zidane, is this the halo of a star?

Can I be like him one day?

Just when Chu Ge was thinking wildly, Zidane suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Ge.

Um?

Chu Ge was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Zidane pointing towards him.

Zidane said something.

Chu Ge knew he spoke Spanish.

Not long after signing up for the audition, Chu Ge tried to sign up for a Spanish class.

He decided he could go to Spain, so he had to prepare in advance.

Later, after Su Qingqing found out, he specially invited a Spanish foreign teacher to teach her and Chu Ge Spanish.

After more than a month of study, Chu Ge could basically guess what Zidane said.

However, Chu Ge was a little unbelievable.

He couldn't believe his ears.

He turned his attention to the translator beside Zidane.

Everyone looked at the translator.

The translator also glanced at Chu Ge, and his expression was obviously a little stunned. However, he quickly came to his senses, took a half step forward, and leaned sideways to approach the microphone.

"This player, I want to take it away!"

After speaking, he also pointed to Chu Ge.

All eyes turned to Chu Ge at once.

In the stands, Ye Hen was stunned, the phone fell, and he woke up and hurriedly lowered his body to touch the phone.

At this time, the translator approached Zidane and asked a few words in a low voice.

Then, he continued: "It's the No. 9 in the blue shirt."

"Chu Ge."

The audience.

quiet.

Full house.

shock.

It didn't take long for the players of the Hubei Jiangcheng team to react.

They cheered loudly, surrounded Chu Ge, and congratulated him.

Liu Guobang laughed.

He didn't expect this result.

However, this result is not bad, is it?

In the stands, Pei Xiaowei, Su Qingqing and Lin Murong jumped up immediately.

Su Qingqing and Lin Murong hugged excitedly, and Pei Xiaowei wanted to get close, but was kicked away by the two of them.

Ye Hen was completely stunned.

He just said that there is no talent in Chinese football, and Chu Ge is nothing special.

As a result, Zidane picked Chu Ge.

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand. The phone had just been dropped, and cracks appeared on the screen.

He felt that his outlook on life was also cracking.

Du Changjie widened his eyes.

The development of things completely exceeded his expectations.

Why him?

why it's not me?

He was stunned.

He looked at Chu Ge with half envy and half jealousy in his eyes.

Chu Ge was also a little confused.

I?

Zidane?

He stared blankly at Zidane.

Zidane also looked at Chu Ge.

Smile and nod.

No one can bully him except me.

Qi Xuanzong thought to himself.