The first tumor in football

Chapter 70: A great harvest! Yingjiao is home! (Please read it!)
After a month of live broadcast, it is almost impossible to see Chinese national football fans in Fan Zhiyi's live broadcast room.

Even some fans, although they have not turned from haters to fans, have turned from haters to brown.

Of course, there are still a small number of Chinese football fans who stay in the live broadcast room and curse you in the live broadcast room in wind and rain.

Song Wen didn't find this group of people strange.

After all, it's normal for a fan of the Chinese national football team to have a bit of masochistic tendencies.

But it is difficult for this group of fans to provide him with enough black fans value.

Therefore, he needs to distribute his live broadcast slices to various platforms through online channels.

Ling Feng's work efficiency is also very high. As soon as Song Wen got off work, a prompt from the system rang in his mind.

[The anti-fan value (Zhang Xizhe) has reached 50,000, and the ability is obtained - hat-trick. Zhang Xizhe, who once played abroad for Wolfsburg in the Bundesliga, always sat in the first row of the bench to watch the team's games. Because the weather was hot and the sun was glaring, he would wear a hat. ]

[Wear a hat: One day before the game, you can choose different hats to wear on your head for 24 hours to achieve different effects. ]

[Safety helmet: The safety helmet can keep you safe. In the next game, your skull will become harder. ]

[Cowboy Hat: The Cowboy Hat will give you the identity of a cowboy. In the next game, your physical strength limit will increase slightly because cowboys are busy. ]

[Baseball cap: Baseball cap is a standard for baseball players. In the next game, the ability to throw the ball will be improved.]

[Duckbill cap: The duckbill cap is one of the equipments for golfers. In the next game, the ability of positioning the ball will be improved. 】

Looking at the abilities of Zhang Xizhe, Song Wen couldn't help but sigh.

As expected of a famous player who has played in the top five overseas leagues, his strength is indeed different.

And this time, Song Wen gained more than just Zhang Xizhe's abilities.

[The anti-fan value (Angry Chinese Football Team) has reached 1, and the ability is obtained - Shaolin Soccer (Level ). The Angry Chinese Football Team showed their courage and fighting spirit and profound martial arts background on the field. ]

[Shaolin Soccer (Level 1): Iron Head Kung Fu. Iron Head Kung Fu is a hard skill that is strong on the outside and has a masculine strength and inner strength. You can use Iron Head Kung Fu once in each game. When you use this ability, your head strength, flexibility, and hardness will be greatly improved! ]

Seeing the ability from the national football team, Song Wen was somewhat excited.

Because this is an upgradeable ability!

All the abilities he had previously acquired have been upgraded to the top level.

Players like Sea Cucumber can only be upgraded to three levels in total.

The other two abilities can only be upgraded to level two.

Now that he has a new upgradeable ability, his Phoenix and little belly have once again achieved a perfect cycle.

Moreover, this Iron Head Skill ability can complement the hat-wearing ability he just acquired!

People on the internet used to say that he was stubborn, but it was just an adjective.

He is really stubborn now.

Song Wen was so impatient that he wanted to bang his head against the wall to see how hard his head was.

But after thinking about it, he calmed down.

I will definitely wait until the next game and try it on someone else’s head.

Having gained a lot, Song Wen limped down to the first floor.

Although it has been four days since his last game, his body is still in an extremely weak state.

The still charming proprietress glanced at Song Wen's walking posture and looked strange.

"Hey, Xiao Song. Would you like to take a few days off? Although I am a businessman and cannot close the door to customers, it is not a big deal for you to come every day, and order two at a time. You are lame but still come to take care of my business. I really don't know how to thank you."

Hearing Li Chunrong's words, Song Wen smiled and said:

"It's okay. I just have to massage more since I'm lame. I'll come again tomorrow."

Watching Song Wen walk out of the store, Li Chunrong thought about it and walked towards the private room on the second floor, twisting her plump buttocks.

She was going to check the room for any strange smells or leftover tissues.

Although the name is Chun Yang, they are a purely green business. After a round of inspection in the private room and finding nothing, Li Chunrong returned to the technicians' room and emphasized and reiterated the green concept to the technicians who looked confused, and even the few aunties in the corner were not spared.

At the same time, as Song Wen stepped out of the door of the spa, he felt a figure walking towards him quickly in the shadows.

This instantly made his nerves tense.

"It's bad, we've been ganked!"

Under normal circumstances, Song Wen wouldn't be so nervous.

Although he offended a lot of people, even if he couldn't beat them, he could still run very fast.

England is not like the free and ugly United States, where truth is everywhere and there is no need to race with bullets.

But the problem now is that his legs are still limping and he can't run at all.

Song Wen silently clenched his fists, turned around, and saw an old face.

Wang Yao.

The reporter, who had been following him in the UK for more than a month and had turned from a hater to a fan, now had an expression of anger and anxiety on his face.

Wang Yao couldn't help it.

He is now a loyal fan of Song Wen. In Ipswich, he will meet with the townspeople in the bar to cheer for Song Wen every time there is a game. During this period of time, he has even become the leader of a small local Song Wen fan club.

Although he knew before that Song Wen loved washing his feet very much, even as frequently as once a day.

It even seems to have some strange habits.

But under the filter of fans, Wang Yao convinced himself.

Players' feet get tired easily during training and competitions every day, so there's nothing wrong with washing their feet to relax.

Wang Yao, who liked the aunt, felt sorry for Song Wen.

What's wrong with an orphan who lost his mother at a young age having a bit of mother Oedipus?
But now, Wang Yao really couldn't bear it anymore.

In the last game, Song Wen was so exhausted on the court that he couldn't even be helped off the court by his teammates and was directly carried back by medical staff.

And guess what?

That night, the boy dressed up fully armed, and then went to Chunyang Spa Club in a wheelchair!

Wang Yao was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.

He had never seen anyone work so hard to wash feet.

Song Wen's bath lasted for four days.

Even during the live broadcast, it was conducted in a private room of the spa club.

Looking at Song Wen, who was a head taller than him, Wang Yao's face showed no fear, but was filled with anger.

"Song Wen, I'm your fan! I want to advise you that you are still very weak, please respect your profession, don't joke with your body, and don't come out to wash your feet every day."

Hearing Wang Yao's words, Song Wen was overjoyed.

This guy has been submitting articles praising himself to China every day recently. Even though he has been suppressed by many platforms, it has not changed his determination to support himself.

Song Wenzhen was worried about how to make the other party change from hater to fan and then back to hater.

You have to know that black fans who repeatedly turn against you are really destructive.

So he didn't show any politeness and replied coldly: "What does it have to do with you? I just like to wash."

He thought Wang Yao would be furious, but unexpectedly Wang Yao took a deep breath and suddenly stuffed a note into his hand.

As the moonlight grew brighter, Wang Yao turned around, waved his hand, and walked away gracefully.

But his words lingered in Song Wen's ears.

"British suburbs to your home! UK home massage, 30 minutes to your home, hundreds of technicians waiting for you to choose. National chain quality assurance!"

(End of this chapter)