Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 463

At 10 o'clock in the morning on November 27.

Two representatives of "France Football" magazine rang the doorbell of Su Fei's hotel suite.

"Hello, Su!"

"Nice to meet you!"

"I am the editor-in-chief of France Football, Ferrer, and this is my assistant Alice."

Su Fei quickly looked at the two.

Ferrer looked a bit like Jean Reno, the actor who played the male lead in the movie "Leon: The Professional", wearing small round sunglasses.

And his assistant Alice, who was next to him, was a standard French beauty, with long curly golden hair, fair skin, and delicate features.

A bit like Sophie Marceau when she was young.

Alice's beautiful big eyes were staring at him curiously.

Su Fei secretly complained.

Unexpectedly, the staff of "France Football" were quite good-looking.

The two were invited by Su Fei to sit in the guest room, and an embarrassing scene happened.

Knight, wearing shorts and yawning, walked out slowly from the side bedroom of the suite.

Then.

Alice covered her eyes and screamed with a red face.

"Ah~~~"

The three of them were startled. Knight looked carefully and found that the guest room after waking up was no longer the world of two people between him and Su Fei.

There was also a very beautiful girl.

He quickly covered his chest and ran back to the bedroom.

Su Fei held his forehead.

I felt embarrassed for Knight.

Unexpectedly, it was Ferrell who leaned close to his ear and said embarrassedly.

"Su. The one just now was your teammate in Manchester City, Mr. Knight, right?"

"Sorry, Alice lost her composure."

"She is my daughter and also your fan. She came with me this time because she wanted to see her idol up close in advance."

So that's it.

No wonder this female assistant has been staring at me with burning eyes since she opened the door.

Su Fei nodded and smiled kindly at Alice.

Alice blushed and lowered her head.

She felt that her scream just now seemed a bit excessive.

The person just now should be Su Fei's friend, and her scream embarrassed Su Fei's friend...

Embarrassed?

There is no word "embarrassing" in Knight's dictionary.

Before Ferrell told Su Fei about the whole day's schedule, Knight changed into a suit and returned to the living room.

"Hey! Su!"

"Introduce this gentleman and this beautiful lady to me."

"Hi, hello, I am the main star of Manchester City in the Premier League, Knight!"

Su Fei was helpless about this conspicuous bag, but still told Knight the identities of the two.

This time.

Knight restrained a lot.

He came with Su Fei to receive the award today, representing Su Fei's family and friends, so he couldn't be too exaggerated.

Although.

The assistant editor of France Football was very pretty, but Knight suppressed his excitement and sat down obediently.

Ferrell was finally able to get down to business.

"At noon, we will hold a luncheon for you, and many football celebrities will attend. Then you need to put on makeup, because there will be a press conference at 4 pm. At 7 pm, the award ceremony will be held at Canal+ TV."

"So, the Ballon d'Or has been confirmed to be awarded to me, right?"

After listening to Ferrer's words, Su Fei couldn't help asking.

"Uh... In principle, we can't reveal it in advance..."

"But as the editor-in-chief, you came to me in person, and there was a special welcoming banquet. I believe other candidates should not have the same treatment as me."

"Haha, you are very smart, Su."

Ferrell did not give a yes, but gave a positive answer in disguise.

Bang, bang, bang!

Su Fei could feel his heartbeat accelerating instantly.

Although.

The Ballon d'Or trophy has not been awarded to him yet.

But the fact that he had won the Ballon d'Or in advance still made Su Fei very excited.

He did it.

He really did it!!

Knight, who had been listening next to him, also excitedly took out his Nokia.

"Su!! I want to tell the boss and Cassano and the others about this good news!"

Ferrer looked at Su Fei for help.

Su Fei understood.

He snatched Knight's phone.

"Mr. Ferrer said that this matter must be kept confidential. How can you keep it confidential if you spread the news now?"

Knight scratched his head like a child who had done something wrong.

He was so excited because Su Fei was sure to win the award that he almost embarrassed Su Fei and "France Football".

Ferrer showed Su Fei a grateful look.

This 18-year-old young man.

is much more mature and smart than he imagined.

And Alice next to him looked at him with a smile.'s light became brighter, and he did not hide his little fangirl gaze.....

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It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

The luncheon was held as scheduled.

Originally, Su Fei thought that all the candidates for the Ballon d'Or would be present, but in the end, there were only two active players, himself and Knight.

The others were some of the previous European Ballon d'Or winners, as well as the leaders of "France Football" and the top executives of UEFA.

"Su! I didn't expect to meet you so soon, congratulations!"

"Mr. Beckenbauer!"

Beckenbauer also appeared at the luncheon and winked at Su Fei playfully.

It seems that the football emperor also knows the final winner of this year's Ballon d'Or.

Not just Beckenbauer.

Everyone at the luncheon should know.

But everyone was in agreement and didn't mention it.

They just came forward to greet Su Fei one by one, exchanged business cards, and drank champagne together.

"Hello, Su! I'm Lennart Johansson, the head of UEFA!"

"Hi! Little guy! I finally meet you, I'm Matthäus."

"Su! Here's my contact information, I'm George, the general manager of French Football."

"Su!..."

Su Fei's alcohol tolerance is average, and after more than a dozen glasses of champagne, his head has begun to feel a little dizzy.

But he was embarrassed to refuse.

And today was supposed to be a happy day.

Finally.

Su Fei sat on the sofa in the back of the banquet hall with blurry eyes to rest.

A warm feeling suddenly approached.

Su Fei turned his head and saw Alice, the daughter of Ferrer, the editor-in-chief of "French Football".

"Hello, Su, I like you very much..."

"Thank you for your love, but unfortunately I didn't bring a signature pen."

Su Fei forced himself to move his butt to the side.

Unexpectedly, Alice came closer again.

Closer.

Su Fei could smell the very fragrant perfume coming from Alice.

To be honest.

Alice not only has a very high appearance that fully conforms to the Chinese aesthetic, but also has a great figure, wearing a close-fitting red lace dress.

She was too close.

And she accidentally stretched her long white legs in front of him.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Under the influence of alcohol, Su Fei found it difficult to control his reason, and his breathing became a little heavy.

And Alice's hand.

Suddenly placed on Su Fei's leg.

Su Fei was shocked.

They say that the French are open-minded.

Today I really saw it.

What to do?

What to do? !

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