“…Eat while it’s hot.”

Fang Jue's neck was stiff and cold sweat broke out from behind.

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

Fang Jue breathed a sigh of relief. He knew who was behind him. It was late at night. As midnight approached, someone suddenly said something from behind. It was really scary.

"Mr. Belmandy, do you know that it is very terrifying to suddenly appear behind your back 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 Bellmandy immediately exposed his father's lies, holding a lunch box in his hand, "Coach, be hungry, I'll treat you to food."

"Uh, thank you, but I'm not hungry." Fang Jue said, and then his stomach started to rumbling.

This is really embarrassing.

"Eat it, it's wrong to lie to the child." Belmandy said, his tone actually being a little sour.

"Sir Coach, this is my first time making a donut. I didn't give it to Andres. He was angry." The little guy said crisply.

"I really have to thank you." Fang Jue picked up a donut and thought to himself that he was very worried about the little guy's cooking skills. He was not worried about whether it tasted delicious, but about whether he would get food poisoning.

For example, if you treat salt as sugar, it is pretty good. If you treat baking soda as sugar, it will be even worse. Fang Jue even thought of news reports about nitrite misrealization.

Do you eat it or not?

...

So fragrant!

Well, it's crispy and soft, and the taste is pretty good.

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

"Of course!" Belmandy replied for his son, "My son is a genius."

"Mr. Coach, you ate what I cook. Now you should promise me something." The little guy said happily immediately.

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

"Smart! This is smart!" said the father immediately.

Under the witness of Andres Belmandy, David Belmandy and Fang Jue reached an agreement that he enjoyed the food made by David Belmandy and paid that he had to lead Ibiza to successfully upgrade.

Eating and drinking enough, chatting with a little guy seriously is a very special kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

The little guy said with tears in his eyes that his grandfather could not close his eyes before his death because he did not see the day when Ibiza advanced to the Spanish League Two. Half a month later it was his grandfather's death day. He really wanted to tell his grandfather that Ibiza would definitely be promoted this time.

The little guy who cried so hard that Fang Jue would guarantee that he would lead the team to upgrade.

Fang Jue promised that he would definitely be able to do it. His nose was sour and he was really moved.

...

The little guy said that he will make a lot of money in the future. At that time, he will buy Ibiza, then sign a lifelong contract with Fang Jue, and then give Fang Jue 10 billion euros to sign aid. The coach will buy whoever he wants...

He would also offer Fang Jue an annual salary of 100 million euros.

"Don't worry, I'll raise you for the rest of your life." The little guy 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 he would not be hungry if he had something to eat in the future. If he had too many girls in his hands, he would consider taking care of Fang Jue, a single gangster.

"Thank you so much. My personal marriage problem has also been resolved." Fang Jue expressed his gratitude with an exaggerated expression.

Belmandy covered her face aside.

Fang Jue couldn't help but feel happy when he saw off Bellmandy and his son. This little guy was quite interesting. He felt extremely relaxed now and his mentality improved a lot.

"Baby, when did my dad die? Why don't I know?" On the way back, Andres Bermandy scolded her son angrily.

"Don't you find this story moving?"

I just want to beat someone now!

Belmandy swung her big slap.

"Give it!" The little guy took out a deformed donut from his pocket and handed it to his father, "I've left one for you."

The father, who pretended to be angry, immediately looked like a blooming chrysanthemum. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, rubbed his hands again, and took the donut with a bad look, "It's so delicious! I said, our David is a genius!"

"Okay, okay, Andres, you're amazing. You gave birth to a genius son!" The little guy sighed, shook his head like a little adult.

...

Bontevedra and Ibiza players rented an amateur team training ground near the hotel they stayed 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 am a reporter from the German Biography." The man said it quickly in German, and then changed it to Spanish.

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

"Coach Fang Jue, just one question, one question, is it OK?" the reporter asked anxiously.

Fang Jue turned around and glanced at the reporter. He used the kind of ignorant "looking down on people". In short, it was the very flat expression. He clicked his chin and said, "Ask."

"In the first leg game against Bontevedra, how sure are you to win away?" As he said, the reporter took out a recorder with an expectant look on his face.

Fang Jue shook his finger and looked arrogant, "I coached Ibiza and played twenty games and won seventeen games, with a winning rate of 85%! Are you asking me now if I have the confidence to win?"

As he said that, 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'll come!"

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

The players who were stimulated immediately looked at the reporters, with their eyes very unfriendly.

"Okay, okay, ignore that poor guy." Fang Jue clapped his hands and signaled everyone to listen to him, "Listen, our goal in the first leg of the playoffs is to win, and to score as many away goals and goal difference as possible, and to strive for the first leg to establish an advantage in the promotion!"

In order to boost morale, Fang Jue shouted loudly, and the reporter could hear it clearly.

...

"Yes, Alex, that guy is so arrogant. He actually said he would win the first leg with a big score and lock in the promotion."

"I get it! Thank you, Jill." Bontevedra head coach Alex Garcia on the other end of the phone held back his anger and said in a deep voice, "Bastard, you're so arrogant. You'll pay the price for your arrogance, you have to attack wildly, right... Humph.

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

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

He took out a cigarette and was about to smoke one to celebrate, but he didn't touch the lighter.

Hey, where is my lighter?

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

I remembered that when I was 'chased' by the security guard, it might have been that time that the lighter fell off.

Jill Bonbondi Polo quickly ran towards the small training ground where Ibiza trained in the afternoon.

Hearing the security guard at the door, Mr. Polo entered the door.

He was anxiously searching, and he heard the voices.

"Fang, how did you guess that reporter was a guy pretending to inquire about information."
Chapter completed!