I am Vardy

Vardy's eyes widened, looking at the coins in front of him in disbelief.

Do you really think of me as a bum?

What tramp has such a smooth game?

I felt that I had received 10,000 points of critical damage in my heart, and the shadow in my heart could already cover the entire Albert Square...

This is not over yet, what makes Vardy even more desperate is that pedestrians pass by one after another, throwing coins in front of his eyes, and the jingle jingle can be heard for a while.

Confused!

This is wrong!

I'm a homeless man, not a street performer, shouldn't you throw money into the little bowls in front of the violin musicians?

The hidden team members laughed so hard that the hidden cameras shook.

And the musicians playing the violin next to him looked at Vardy with unkind eyes. Today, a business grabber came, and the person who came was not kind!

Vardy's face was dark for a long time, and finally, as if constipated, he squatted down and picked up the coins one by one.

Well, no matter what, at least the travel expenses were earned!

Vardy can only comfort himself in this way!

Vardy, who adjusted his mood, continued to show off his skills. As long as there is one person willing to interact with him, and finally tear off the disguise by himself and cause a sensation, the task is considered complete.

But this guy who was willing to interact with him didn't show up for a long time, which made Vardy have a boring time playing alone, and even wanted the staff to take care of him.

"Honey, would you like to have dinner together?"

Vardy once again stretched out his evil hand.

Before the girl had time to refuse, a voice suddenly came from the side, quite arrogant and pointing.

"That's not how to strike up a conversation! Do you want me to teach you?"

Vardy looked back in surprise, and saw a man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. The half-smile at the corner of his mouth was particularly annoying.

This outfit is also a must-have outfit for celebrities to travel.

Is this guy a celebrity too?

I don't know why, so Vardy didn't take over.

And this guy felt too good about himself, kicked the ball away from Vardy, and then started a more fancy football performance, better than street football, dazzling.

Vardy's basic skills are solid, but when it comes to fancy football, he can't do it, so he has to admit that the guy in front of him is really beautiful.

Soon, the surroundings were surrounded by melon-eating crowd, applauding and cheering continuously. Obviously, such a fancy streetball performance is rare.

But what makes Vardy feel strange is why no one threw money at him for such a wonderful performance?

Soon, Vardy got the answer. This stinky guy in front of him was wearing a trendy brand, and he couldn't afford it without a few thousand pounds. Obviously, he was just a whim, not relying on it for a living.

This guy was in a very happy mood by the exclamation and praise. After the performance, he greeted everyone in the applause, and then came to the beauty just now, and said like a gentleman: "This beauty, can we get to know each other?" ?”

The melon-eaters around couldn't help coaxing and helping, and the beauty nodded shyly amidst her blushing face.

"Boy, this is the skill of picking up girls, learn it slowly!" Then this guy proudly showed off in front of Vardy, as if he had achieved so much.

Vardy can already see at this time that this bastard is definitely stepping on himself to pick up girls.

It is tolerable, what is unbearable!

Vardy can tolerate teasing, but he can't tolerate pretending, especially using himself as a stepping stone.

"Beauty, don't be fooled by him. As far as his streetball level is concerned, he can watch it seven times for a dollar in our community!" Vardy looked dissatisfied and began to tear down the stage.

The guy wearing sunglasses was communicating with the beauty. He obviously felt that it was hopeful to have sex at night, but he was furious when Vardy did this to him.

"Bastard, what are you talking about, do you want to compare? Come, let me teach you how to behave!"

Vardy shrugged, looking indifferent.

The beauty crossed her arms and watched with great interest as the two men fought for themselves like bulls in heat. Maybe she doesn't care about football, but don't all women like others to want to die for themselves!

The people who eat melons are also surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. Fighting football on the street is an absolutely rare and exciting scene.

Four water bottles were placed on both sides as wickets, and the two attacked and defended each other. The limit was 10 minutes, and the one who scored more goals won.

Although Vardy was unhappy that the opponent stepped on him, he was not careless at all. Street football and normal games are completely two concepts, and he doesn't want to be ashamed.

The opponent attacked first, and directly showed off his best skills, as if he didn't pay attention to Vardy at all.

Vardy stepped back step by step, defending seriously.

Looking at the opponent's coherent fake moves, Vardy was a little puzzled, why did he feel that these fake moves couldn't deceive people at all?

He has watched a lot of streetball videos, which are really full of fake moves, and even a look can fool you into a somersault.

This person is just a showman in front of his feelings, it's useless at all!

After clarifying this point, Vardy didn't feel panicked.

Give up the left side and squeeze the opponent to this position. Although this is not a regular field, the characteristics of his own Vardy area can still take effect, steal the ball cleanly, and then score.

I laughed at myself in my heart, I used my traits to deal with an ordinary person, isn't it a bit too bullying?

At the moment when Vardy steals the ball, although the opponent's face is hidden under the wide sunglasses, Vardy can still perceive the opponent's uneasy mood from the corner of his twitching mouth.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd also exclaimed again and again. They thought this would be a one-sided duel. The skills the two showed just now, the other party completely defeated Vardy.

But I never thought that the situation would be completely reversed. It seems that some things really cannot just be seen on the surface.

"Come again!" The other party said to Vardy unconvinced.

A few seconds later, Vardy stole the ball again in the same way and scored, directly pouring cold water on the opponent's head.

"Boy, you have two tricks, let's see how I play you to death this time!"

This time Vardy did not defend, after all, he is not a full-time defensive player, the opponent used realistic and practical fake moves to deceive Vardy's center of gravity, and then scored.

Raising your hands high, celebrating the goal triumphantly, the excitement shown by the opponent is even more exaggerated than when Vardy scored on the court.

Vardy pouted, disdainful in his heart, what is there to be proud of!

At this moment, the other party suddenly took off his baseball cap and sunglasses, revealing Lushan's true colors.

The exclamation sounded directly from the crowd, as if throwing a stone on a calm lake, it should have caused ripples, but instead it caused a stormy sea!

"It's Barton!"

"Well, Manchester City's talented midfielder!"

"I like him the most!"

 …

It was only at this time that Vardy realized it later, no wonder he saw this face so familiar, it turned out to be the bad boy Button!

Vardy never imagined that playing as a homeless player, he would meet the neighbor's star Button, which made him very dumbfounded.

People have already flocked to ask for Barton's signature and group photo. Barton is also very personable and very cooperative with a superstar style, and at the same time declined more requests.

One side was buzzing, while Vardy was completely left out on the other.

"Would you like me to give you an autograph? If you sell it, it will definitely make you more money than you can do here for a day!"

There was a natural sense of superiority in his tone, as if he was giving alms.

Take it quickly, I mean it well, you have to accept it!

But it is obvious that Barton pretended to find the wrong partner. In front of Vardy, he really has no sense of superiority at all.

Well, except for force!

Vardy stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please!

"Continue, the game is not over yet!"

Button was stunned. He never expected that the down-and-out tramp opposite him would not want his autograph, and insisted on continuing the match with him.

Well, since you don't know fun, don't blame yourself for being poor!

In his heart, he already regards Vardy as a guy who doesn't know what is good or bad, or else he wants to step on himself to become famous.

With the cheers of the crowd watching, Barton returned to the venue in a mighty manner, and once again put on an air of superiority.

Vardy didn't get used to his faults at all, and he beat Barton like a drowned chicken, and he was in a mess.

If it were a real streetball player, Vardy might be more cautious, but even if a non-technical midfielder like Barton can play some tricks, how useful can it be?

"Oh my god, isn't Barton a big star? How could he be beaten like this by a homeless man?"

"Yeah, it's too miserable, I can't bear to watch it!"

"It deserves it, let him feel good about himself, this time he will be slapped in the face!"

"It turns out that professional players are not that strong!

 …

Barton, who had lost his mind, was a little unable to bear the pointing and pointing of the melon-eating crowd around him. He never thought that he would lose face on the nameless homeless man!

Hmph, so what if you win, you're still a homeless guy who has eaten his last meal, and I'm still that big football star that everyone envies, there's no comparison between us at all!

Barton could only comfort himself in this way.

At this moment, a little guy came over, his eyes full of excitement and excitement.

Button looked at Vardy proudly, and said to himself: Look, this is the influence of a big star. This little guy must have come to me to ask for an autograph. A tramp like you is not envious.

He has already lost his mind a little. A big star will not compare himself with a tramp to find a sense of superiority.

When the little boy walked up to the two, he didn't ask Barton to sign, but said to Vardy: "Can you teach me how to play football?"

Barton's face fell down all of a sudden, and he felt bad all over!

Vardy squatted down with a smile, picked up the ball on the ground, and then took out a signature pen from his pocket. While signing the ball, he asked the little boy's name.

"This football belongs to you!"

Handing the ball to the ignorant little boy, Vardy laughed and removed his disguised beard!

Immediately detonated the square, exclamation continued!