Fang Jue was slightly lost. Miss Papa looked very charming when she smiled. Her two seductive lips were smiling, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and the two dimples on her cheeks were also smiling.

The sea breeze blew, waving Miss Papa's golden bangs.

"Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Fang Jue looked at Miss Papa with sincere eyes.

Then what?

Miss Papa looked at Fang Jue. She saw Fang Jue's subtle expression just now, and she was happy. But at this moment, Miss Papa was so angry that you admit that I was beautiful. Then what? Then, can I let me retort you?

"I've set out and go to Barcelona." Fang Jue stood up and said.

Miss Papa looked at her handsome and handsome back and stamped her feet in anger.

"Papa, do you know why you lost to Miss Fox at the beginning?" Rebeto said with a smile.

Miss Papa thought Miss Mendes was the little fox who secretly stole her baby chicken, so she privately called Miss Mendes Miss Fox, and this name was used by Rebeto.

Miss Papa frowned and looked at her cousin.

"Do you think Fang is a fickle person?" Rebeto asked.

"No!" Miss Papa shook her head decisively. Many girls on the island were obsessed with Fang Jue and secretly stuffed him notes, and even knocked on the door at night. However, I have never heard of any girl who succeeded.

If Fang Jue was fickle, now, his children on the island could form a football team, and his lover could even form a football club from the youth team to the first team.

...

"No, you're wrong, this guy is fickle, too." Rebeto chuckled, "but he doesn't have the courage."

"What does it mean?" asked Miss Papa.

"Fang Jue is still influenced by traditional Chinese culture in his bones. Ancient Chinese people believed that when a man slept with a woman, the woman was his, and he was responsible for this woman." Rebeto shrugged, "This is the contradiction. This guy wants to be fickle but is afraid to take responsibility."

"Then why did he and Marina Fox..." Miss Papa didn't really believe in her cousin's theory.

"According to my observation, it was Miss Fox who took the initiative." Rebeto seemed very interested in talking about this topic. "I analyzed the psychology of the party. I was a passive party, not an active party, so I don't have to take responsibility..." As he said, Rebeto's young master spread his hands, "Look, as long as a man finds an excuse for indulgence for himself, everything will be OK."

Miss Papa was stunned.

"I just observed it. This guy is actually obsessed with you." Rebeto blinked, "Papa, you have to be brave."

Miss Papa was so embarrassed and angry, "Cousin Danny, what do you mean? You are my cousin. You actually instigated your cousin to go to a man, and this man is still your good friend."

"Yes, so you can't be cheaper for outsiders." Carlos Danny Rebeto shrugged with an innocent look on his face, "Papa, you have no spirit of adventure since you were young."

Evelyn Papa Karina: Get out!

Carlos Danny Rebeto smiled slightly, "Oh", and said, "I'm going to find my dear Sophie."

Miss Papa stomped her feet hatefully.

She will not lose to the little fox.

...

Fang Jue previously believed that the biggest obstacle to introducing Mark Corosas would be the Barcelona club, but he did not expect that the biggest obstacle would be the player himself.

Barcelona has agreed to the offer for Mark Corosas, and Ibiza has begun to contact Mark Corosas, but to Fang's surprise, the player himself said that he had no intention of leaving Barcelona.

It is obvious that Fang Jue was misled by the media, and Mark Corosas had never thought of leaving Lamacia.

Due to his cousin Hallcra, the first Barcelona players are not unfamiliar with Corosas. They don't even call his name Mark but follow Hallcra to call his cousin.

On this day, the players of Barcelona's first team noticed that their cousin was in a depressed mood and 'wandering' at the training base.

"Hi, cousin." Ronaldinho shouted.

"Cousin, I'll take you to have fun tonight."

Facing the enthusiastic "cousin", Mark Corosas reacted dullly.

This is a bit abnormal, this is a very optimistic and lively little guy.

"What's wrong, Mark." Messi asked his friend with concern.

"Ibiza wants me," said Corosas. "The team has agreed to their offer."

"What about you? How did you think about it?"

"I never thought of leaving Barcelona." Mark Corosas was a little frustrated. "But the team doesn't want me anymore, and my favorite team doesn't want me anymore."

Looking at the sad Mark Corosas, Messi didn't know how to persuade him. He had never encountered such a problem. Since joining La Macia, he has been regarded as a treasure of Barcelona. The club is devoted to training, the coach attaches importance to it, and the first-team seniors also take good care of him.

...

That night, the depressed Mark Corosas returned home and saw a guest coming to his house.

"Hello, Mark, I am Fang Jue, head coach of Ibiza." The young and handsome coach introduced himself.

Fang Jue has convinced Mark Corosas's family, and his agent has also expressed support for Mark Corosas to go to Ibiza, but the focus is on the little guy's own wishes.

"Coach Fang, you guys talk." Mr. Corosas left the private space for the two.

"It feels uncomfortable to betray the team, right?" Fang Jue said with a smile, like a cunning fox.

This sentence directly angered Mark Corosas, and he looked at the other party angrily.

"I'm not wrong." Fang Jue clapped his hands, "Poor little guy, he was abandoned by the team he loved deeply."

"Sir, if you are here to laugh at me, then you can leave now." Mark Corosas said coldly.

"Of course not." Fang Jue's face was solemn, "In my opinion, your current anger is understandable, but it's ridiculous."

Mark Corosas clenched his fists, and he was almost unable to help but punch the guy.

"Juan Mata, do you know?"

"Know."

"He was abandoned by Real Manchester United like you, and now he is in my team." Fang Jue said, "When he learned that Real Madrid gave up on him, do you know how he did it?"

With the same fate, this topic successfully aroused the interest of Mark Corosas.

...

"He was sad, but he didn't cry, and he didn't even have time to be sad, so he resolutely joined my team." Fang Jue smiled, "Because, Mata believes that in my team, I will pay attention to him, and he can make great progress and development here. He wants to prove that Real Madrid will give up him, and it is Real Madrid's loss!"

"And you also know Yordie Alba, you should be familiar with this."

“Yordi is my friend.”

"He is also in my team now. In my opinion, he is stronger than you. He was also abandoned by Barcelona. He went to the League C team and now he is here again. For billions of years, he believes that under my hands, he can have better development, and he also wants to prove to Barcelona that giving up on him is Barcelona's loss!"

"Look, it's a pity that was abandoned by Barcelona, ​​but it's definitely not the end of the world." Fang Jue was like a devil who bewitched children, his voice was low, "Whether a player can succeed is not because of his playing football there, but because of his efforts, his persistence, and most importantly, there is a coach who appreciates him, appreciates him, and values ​​him."

"You are not going to tell me that you are the coach who appreciates me, appreciates me, and values ​​me, right?" Mark Corosas mocked him in a tone. Although he was only nineteen years old, he has always been praised by the media for having a star style and is very mature. Mark Corosas will not be confused by Fang Jue's words.

"Isn't it?" Fang Jue looked through by the young man, and there was no expression of embarrassment at all. He spread his hands and said with a smile, "You think about it carefully. Come to Ibiza, come to my team, and prove yourself, just like Mata wants to prove himself to Real Madrid, and Alba wants to prove himself to Barcelona. You can also, here, try to perform, and then tell Barcelona that they are wrong!"

After Fang Jue finished speaking, without any hesitation, he took out his business card and put it on the table, "I figured it out, call me, I will stay in Barcelona for one night."

Fang Jue glanced at the silent Mark Corosas and said nothing. Then he shook hands with Mark Corosas's family and the player's agent.

He had already said everything he should say, and the rest was just looking at the little guy's own choice.

...

Mark Corosas's father sent Fang Jue out. At the door, he was a little annoyed when he was a father, "Sir, you shouldn't say that kind of thing to my son. You are planting the seeds of hatred in his heart."

"What I said doesn't matter." Fang Jue shook his head, "Sir, what is important is what Mark will think. He is only nineteen years old now, and it is the most golden time for a player to improve. Please believe me, I just hope he cheers up."

"What if he didn't choose to go to Ibiza in the end?" asked Mr. Corosas.

"That's nothing. I just don't want to see a genius depressed." Fang Jue's expression was extremely sincere. "I have been following Mark for a long time. This is a good boy. It doesn't matter where he goes, or stays in Barcelona. What's important is that he wants to cheer up and he can't let down his football talent."

Mr. Corosas looked at Fang Jue seriously.

Fang Jue's expression was sincere and he looked at the other person with frankness.

"You are a sincere person," said Mr. Corosas, apologizing, "I apologize for my offensive remarks just now."

"I accept your apology." Fang Jue nodded, "In fact, if I were you, I would be even more angry, because a father's love for his son should be respected."

"Thank you." Mr. Corosas took the initiative to shake hands with Fang Jue, "I will persuade Mark."

"The result is not important. What is important is that he wants to cheer up. Young people have a bright future." Fang Jue's eyes were clear and his tone was sincere.

Looking at Fang Jue's back as he left, Mrs. Corosas held her husband's hand, "This is a real gentleman. Mark plays football under him, I'm relieved."

...

When he returned to the hotel where he was staying, Fang Jue sighed slightly. He felt tired. In order to save a depressed child, he almost misunderstood by the other party's family.

Fortunately, the result was not bad. Mr. Corosas finally saw his pure and kind nature through the fog.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Fang Jue was shocked when he heard the sound.

Is it a thief?

Or a robber?
To be continued...