"Maybe the signal is bad."

Gintel looked at the screen of the phone for a short period of time and had a very unstable signal grid. He reluctantly put the phone back in his pocket.

This was unexpected. I was very happy when I came here. I just walked away, but I really came here. When I wanted to contact Ditmar, I found that this small place was too remote. Sometimes there was no signal on my mobile phone. Gintel tried several times, but couldn't make the call.

This is very embarrassing. When people come but ca n't find the Lord, what is this?

"I doubt your professionalism, Mr. Gentle!"

"Mr. Kintel is not professional enough to judge you!" Jennifer is very protective of her calves, no, her father, grinds her teeth, and raises her claws. She seems to be telling Zeng Ke that if you are ridiculing Be careful, I immediately teach you to be a man.

After thinking about it, looking back at his father, Jennifer said, "Otherwise, let's go directly and tell Hoffenheim's coach, are we here to train?"

This is also a way, but ... they did n't make an appointment in advance, and others do n't know who they are. After all, they are also a professional club. Once they came up, they said that we want to train and we want to be the masters here. Ma, if others are willing to ignore it and leave it alone, it is estimated that they will treat themselves as a fool.

"It's not great, we are here at the invitation of Mr. Hope, but he doesn't know that we will be here today. He is not here at the moment. In case he doesn't say hello to the team's manager, we will look like this. Will it look silly in the past? "

"If he's really good and strong, it doesn't matter if Mr. Hope greets, as long as the trial performance is outstanding, no one will ignore him." Jennifer countered that the football world still has to rely on his feet. Speaking, if Zeng Ke is really good, then Hoffenheim will definitely keep him, "Why do you say this ... Hey, what's your expression? Isn't the super genius afraid to behave in front of me? Anymore? "

Zeng Ke was too lazy to take care of this female tyrannosaurus who always opposes himself and walked forward, and Gentle and Jennifer stopped to see a strong young man who squatted outside the training ground.

"Hey, big guy!"

Ibisevic is sadly counting ants on the ground. He is a Hoffenheim striker, but not the main force. Last season he played for the German team Aachen, but Aachen was relegated to the German side at the end of the season. And just after being promoted to the Bundesliga, Mahoffenheim threw an olive branch at him, so Ibisevich came to Huo Village.

He came in the name of academic professor Ralph Lannik, especially during the contact process, he also described to him the grand blueprint for the future development of Hoffenheim, Ibisevich was tempted at that time . He doesn't care if the other party is a new recruit in a professional league, or if Hoffenheim is a small place, a small club. For players like him who had experienced wars in his childhood and wandered around, someone valued him and appreciated him. And to be able to play on the ball and even become a starter, that's the most important thing.

Lannick promised him that he would give him the main position, and it is true, but Ibisevic himself did not fight, and in the second half of the Bundesliga, he scored only two goals, and it was a long time ago. Into a goal drought, in this poor condition, his main position is naturally not guaranteed.

I managed to get two goals after coming off the bench. Ibisevic thought that he had come to work. It was when he was full of ambition that he was injured again. He could only watch his teammates in the training field and playing field. And blood, he was naturally low as a spectator.

As he was lamenting again and again, a pair of black and white movements appeared in his eyes, and then his voice sounded, and Ibisevic saw an unknown Oriental boy looking down at him.

Ibisevic froze and said subconsciously in Bosnian: "You ... are you calling me?"

"What language is this? It sounds a lot like Croatian, but it seems a little different." Zeng Ke mumbled a few words, searched his language database, and finally chose Madzic. Mother tongue, Croatian, tempted, "Can you understand?"

Ibishevich's expression suddenly lifted, his eyes were also bright. He is naturally understandable. The boy in front of him speaks Croatian, and as a Bosnian, Bosnian and Croatian are the same mother and compatriot. There is not much difference. After all, the two countries were members of the Yugoslav Union Country.

"Yes, I can understand! God, I didn't expect to meet a Croatian speaker in this small place. Ha, are you from Croatia or Serbia?"

I can't blame Ibizevich for showing such excitement and enthusiasm. It is an exciting thing to learn from hometown. I know that Ibizevich has been confusing for many years in the French and German leagues. Speaker, his poor performance in Hoffenheim also has this reason, because although he has been in Germany for several years, the progress of German learning has been very slow, and the surrounding teammates are not likely to be in Bosnia and Herzegovina. There are language barriers between each other, and it is natural that he can't integrate into the team, which directly affects his performance here.

It's better now, when I suddenly heard the familiar local accent, Ibisevich naturally found the organization to the drifting children, and the mood can only be understood by those who have drifted outside.

Ibisevich, holding a cane, stood up, like a wall running across his eyes, looking at a taller who was almost two heads taller than himself, and once secretly spat out his tongue, but said: "I It 's not from Croatia, nor from Serbia. I 'm from China. Forget it and tell you so much, I just want to ask you, do you know where Hoffenheim 's office building is? "

Ibisevic was a little disappointed when he heard that the other party was not from a former alliance country, but still said, "I know, it's over there." Then, pointing out a building hidden behind a distant wood, "That's right there. By the way, who are you? What are you looking for in an office building?"

"Oh." Zeng Ke nodded, without answering his question, but asked, "Yes, Mr. Hope, do you know? Is he there?"

"Should be here. At noon, I saw him enter the building, as if he never went out. Did you come to Mr. Hope?"

I got the answer I wanted, and Zeng Ke didn't want to say more. Standing with such a strong and big man is also very stressful, OK?

"Well, thank you, you continue to squat down and feel sad!"

Zeng Ke waved his hand and was about to leave. When he came just now, he saw that the big man was sitting alone on the ground. He looked like he was in a state of weakness, and it was estimated that he had encountered something unpleasant, but what does it have to do with him?

Ibisevic was a little embarrassed. What is the situation? Come over and say hello, ask two questions, and then pat on the buttocks and leave. Hello, am I so transparent? Don't I have a little sense of presence?

"Hey, wait, or let's talk ..."

After all, I encountered a person who could communicate with himself without any obstacles. Ibisevich naturally wanted to talk a few more words, left his cane with his left hand, moved and made a reservation.

Zeng Ke's footsteps stopped, and he turned to look at the other side with a strange look, thought about it, and walked back.

"Ha, let's talk ... Nima, what are you doing?"

Zeng Ke raised his right hand and knocked on his right leg while he was plastering. Ibizevich felt a sudden pain in his heart and his teeth grinned.

"Okay, now it's ok. I want you to talk too much, and you want to talk again! Do you think your sister Zhiling, am I particularly interested in chatting with you? Pain? That's right, squat down, Continue crying and continue to feel sad! "

Clapping hands, Zeng Ke proudly whistled and walked away.

As for Ibisevic, mixed with tears and snot, messed up in the wind ... MD thought that when he met a confidant, who knows, this is a snake disease!

...

"Let's go."

Returning to Gintel and Jennifer, he once slammed a finger and lifted his feet and walked to the distant woods.

"Where?" Gintel trembled. "Yes, what did you do just now? Do you know the big man?"

"I'm new here in Germany, and I don't know anyone except you two, I know a ghost!" Zeng Ke stared angrily. "In the past, I talked and asked for directions. You think everyone looks like You two are so stupid, just ask someone to know everything. The guy told me that the office building is behind the woods, and the old man ... Mr. Hope is in the office. "

"Oh. So, ha, I forgot, Zeng, you are quite clever. Why didn't I expect to find someone to ask the office building?"

Gentle praised twice, causing Jennifer to roll her eyes. She's really convinced of her lack of attention to her father. People say that you are stupid, but you even praise others for being clever. Well, it is enough to spread such a father!

"That's right," Jennifer suddenly curiously pointed away, and asked, "what did you just say? How do you think that guy is crying?"

Zeng Ke looked at the distance, then looked at Jennifer, and sighed.

"Well, this is a sad story ..."

...

Dietmar is sitting in his office and thinking about it. He just learned that team coach Lannick left the training ground after talking with him, which made him laugh a bit.

"It seems that Ralph is more anxious than himself!"

As for the desire for talent, Lannick showed stronger than Dietmar. Dietmar smiled and said to himself: "Okay, Ralph is more attractive than my old guy. I hope his Stuttgart. Come and have a good result. "

When thinking like this, the wooden door of the office rang.