Or just to disgust yourself?

He Yuzheng stroked his stomach tightly, and called Bian Rou with his other hand trembling slightly.

He Yuzheng was rushed to the hospital that night, but he was taught a lesson by the doctor without incident, and asked Bian Rou to smash all his alcohol.

Bian Rou thought about it, but she was afraid that she couldn't afford it, so she could hide a few bottles most of the time, and find them when He Yuzheng asked her to lose money.

He Yuzheng was lying on the bed with a pale face, half awake after taking the medicine, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Bian Rou wiped his sweat with a towel: "If you drink like this again, I will really consider the doctor's advice. ."

"Bian Rou, you are a doctor, so you can't be rough." He Yuzheng was able to speak in a trance.

"I am also the ninth dan of Taekwondo." Bian Rou put down the towel: "You should sleep in the hospital today, and you will attend Jiang Fang's transfer conference tomorrow night, so..."

He Yuzheng suddenly opened his eyes: "What?"

"Jiang Fang and Manager Tan will arrive in Longzhou tomorrow morning. After a short break in the afternoon, there will be a press conference. At that time, his jersey number in Shenghe will be announced. You have to attend and hand him the jersey." Bian Rou fluently described Tan Xianglun today. He Yuzheng recited the sent procedure.

"Why I don't know." He Yuzheng asked coldly.

"Didn't you say in the past that as long as the schedule is empty, it can be filled with work, no matter what kind of work it is? You will be empty after 6 o'clock tomorrow evening." Bian Rou asked back.

He Yuzheng moved the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't think of a coping strategy or answer for a long time.

The next day, Jiang Fang was followed by more than a dozen cars from the moment he got off the plane and was picked up by the car arranged by Shenghe. Compared with the time when DB transferred to Shenghe, the attention was no less than that.

Almost all sports bloggers are broadcasting this event live, and most sports stations have also started to replay Jiang Fang's games.

The whole people seemed to be caught by Jiang Fang's gu. By the afternoon, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room of an international news platform had reached 70 million, and there was a trend of breaking 100 million.

In the afternoon, Shenghe's service team arrived at the hospital where He Yuzheng was staying. After cleaning up, He Yuzheng's pale face was covered. After preparation, He Yuzheng took another meal of medicine before getting on the bus and heading to the sports center.

He Yuzheng went to the sports center no more than 10 times over the years, and he only went there when he had important matters like today.

He Yuzheng's car drove to the entrance of the sports center, Miao An couldn't help but sigh: "Wow!"

He Yuzheng raised his head, the main entrance of the sports center was full of people, most of them were wearing Jiang Fang's jerseys when he was in Manchester, and a small number were wearing Jiang Fang's No. He Yuzheng's car was easy to recognize. When he slowly entered the car, the window was clacked. He Yuzheng looked at the excited and twisted faces through the one-way glass, and he closed it. Close your eyes: "Hurry up."

The press conference at the Sports Center was ready. He Yuzheng paused when he walked into the backstage. People with sharp eyes saw him and immediately announced loudly, "Mr. He is here!"

Several well-known sports reporters from Europe, several agents who have in-depth cooperation with Shenghe FC, and middle and high-level managers of the sports center all flocked to him, each vying to shake hands with him and congratulate him. The corners of his mouth were drawn into a decent arc, and everyone was surrounded by people chatting in the middle, until the director of the scene came over and said, "Everyone can get ready to play, the press conference is about to start." A group of talents scattered from He Yuzheng.

He Yuzheng breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps back. At this time, three or five people in the backstage walked quickly towards the door. The one in the middle was the tall and quiet protagonist.

He Yuzheng rolled his eyes for a moment and found a seat at will. He only needs to appear at the final jersey signing ceremony today, so he doesn't need to go up now.

......

The scene of the previous press conference was playing in real time in the background. The questions of the football reporters became more and more serious, and Jiang Fang's answers were as simple and watertight as ever. to the news of getting ready to go on stage.

He Yuzheng, who was slumbering, opened his eyes and felt that he had no strength all over his body. He no longer had a stomachache, but it seemed that some nameless force was pulling him down, and he didn't want him to come on stage and get so close to that person.

Therefore, when He Yuzheng came to the stage, his face was calm. In the audience, only Jiang Fang and this Xiao He showed no joy on their faces. The corners of He Yuzheng's mouth were even tense. He couldn't control it. He didn't want to look in Jiang Fang's direction at all.

"It is said that Xiao He is the Bole who brought Jiang Fang from a small county to Shenghe FC. Now that Jiang Fang has achieved such great achievements, do you have anything to say?" a sports reporter asked.

"I'm happy for him." He Yuzheng calmly stared at the dark camera without blinking.

There was a moment of embarrassment at the scene, because He Yuzheng's expression and tone didn't look happy at all.

Jiang Fang was sitting beside He Yuzheng. He also looked at the front without emotion, and the words of the people around him came into his ears literally.

The reporter laughed awkwardly and asked, "Where's Jiang Fang? What do you want to say when you see Xiao He again?"

Jiang Fang was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I want to fulfill the promise that I hadn't fulfilled before." Jiang Fang turned his face and glanced at He Yuzheng.

He Yuzheng felt numb on half of his body, the corners of his mouth tightened even more, his eyes were almost still, he didn't look at Jiang Fang.

"Oh? What's the promise?"

"First place in the league." Jiang Fang turned his head and explained.

Everyone suddenly realized that they began to ask questions about football itself.

After asking the last two questions, the most important jersey signing ceremony arrived. Jiang Fang was still wearing No. 10, the number 10 he was most familiar with. He Yuzheng took the jersey handed over by the staff and got up. The director wrote on the inscription page below:"Let Jiang Fang sign it."

"Signature." He Yuzheng lowered his eyes and put his jersey on the table sideways.