Thanks to "You Who Deeply Seduced Me" for the tip!
Third reward.
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Perhaps because he did perform well yesterday, Qin Xiong woke up early even though he went back to sleep peacefully. Just after six o 'clock in the morning, Qin Xiong woke up from his sleep.
After washing up and getting dressed, he was ready to go to Beihai Beach for his morning exercise.
The club would be carrying out recovery training this morning. It would be a little later to give the players who had played more time to rest.
It was autumn. At dawn, Qin Xiong set foot on the road to Beihai Beach alone.
When he arrived at the beach, he was surprised to see George, who he had not seen for a long time, practicing alone on the beach.
The little guy looked absent-minded and would fail after a dozen tosses. When he saw Qin Xiong arrive, he was clearly energized. He hugged the football and walked in front of Qin Xiong, saying in a low voice, "Sorry, my family caught me playing truant recently. I have to go to school on time."
He looked apologetic. He probably thought that Qin Xiong would not see him when he came here and would think that he had stood him up or slacked off.
Qin Xiong rubbed his head and smiled gently, "Actually, you should put all your energy into your studies now. Yes, I envy you."
George looked up with a puzzled expression.
He thought that playing football was much better than going to school. It was happy and he could earn a lot of money.
But when Qin Xiong was young, he really envied the children of the same age who could go to school. Especially when he saw them wearing the school uniform, he was especially envious. It seemed to announce that he lived in a different world from the other children.
George took the initiative to talk about yesterday's game. He was originally full of interest, but in the end, his mood was obviously down.
Qin Xiong rose too quickly!
Two months ago, Qin Xiong was in the youth team.
A month ago, Qin Xiong was promoted to the first team.
Yesterday, Qin Xiong became the main character in the highest level of the Eredivisie competition!
Without a doubt, he had suppressed all the other geniuses of the Netherlands in his generation.
Robben, Van Der Vaart, Snede, Kežman, Ibrahimovic, and so on. None of those famous stars were as dazzling as him!
On the other hand, George felt that he was a failure. His master had soared to the sky in two months, while he himself was still progressing slowly in the foundation training of football.
He was losing his fighting spirit more and more, as if he was about to accept the fact that he had no talent.
"Georgia, let's start training."
George raised his head and saw Qin Xiong's smiling face. For some reason, the haze in his heart dispersed, and a trace of determination and joy appeared on his clean and cute face. He nodded fiercely.
"I'm leaving at 7: 40."
"Okay, I'll remind you when the time comes. Promise me, don't play truant anymore and don't make your family worry."
"Yes!"
Perhaps it was because the weather had turned cold, but there were fewer and fewer people coming to the North Sea beach in the morning. This made Qin Xiong and George stand out here. However, they were able to enjoy the tranquility and open space on the beach. They could even laugh and make noise without restraint.
After sending George off before 8: 00, Qin Xiong felt that the weather had indeed become a little cold. Thinking about how he only had two sets of thin sportswear, he planned to buy a few sets of new clothes.
The reason why he hadn't gone shopping this month was actually because Qin Xiong had some vanity in his heart.
He hadn't had this kind of mentality in the past.
Until, a figure lingered in his mind, unable to be erased.
Sylvia Slott.
Even without Ibrahimovic's reminder, Qin Xiong naturally wanted to dress more decently in front of the girl.
This was born the moment he met Sylvia for the first time, when she gave him a five euro note.
In a few days, his October salary would arrive. At that time, Qin Xiong hoped that Freddy would be his advisor. He didn't necessarily have to wear silk or satin, which was too expensive. At the very least, people of the same age like Snede and Van Der Vaart were very good at dressing themselves up. They were casual, comfortable, and natural.
This feeling was indescribable. Qin Xiong wouldn't dislike himself. Perhaps it was because he had been looked down upon when he was young, so ignoring the outside world had become a natural habit. However, he was especially concerned about Sylvia's opinion. He hoped that he could become the focus of her eyes, so that she couldn't look away. Yes, attract her.
After finishing his morning exercise, Qin Xiong returned to Wardle Street. He saw Dekoiz yawning as he busied himself with the opening of the restaurant. He placed the tables and chairs outside, and Qin Xiong took the initiative to help.
After he was done, Dekoiz treated Qin Xiong to breakfast, honoring their bet.
Not only had Qin Xiong scored a goal for the First Team, but he had also become the hero of yesterday's match. Even without the bet, Dekoiz was more than willing to treat him to breakfast.
Eating breakfast in front of the outdoor table, Qin Xiong saw Dekoiz yawning and asked curiously, "You don't usually do such physical work yourself. Why are you doing it yourself today?"
Dekoiz rubbed his sleepy eyes and placed his hands naturally on his round belly. He said, "There's a waitress who's on leave. There's a shortage of staff. She's going to give birth to a child, so she'll have to take a long time off. If it were any other time, I'd be able to help. Normal business wouldn't be affected, but it's not possible recently. I'm going to advertise for a part-time waitress."
"Hmm? Has business been good recently? I don't think there's much change. "
Qin Xiong watched Dekoiz's restaurant open for business almost every day. Whether business was good or not, he could tell at a glance.
Dekoiz yawned again and said, "You're not a local, so you don't know. In a few days, there'll be a dance festival in the Netherlands. There'll be more than 60 dancers from all over the world coming to Amsterdam. A conservative estimate is that there'll be more than 30,000 dance enthusiasts coming here to participate in the dance parade. At the beginning of next month, there'll be an international horticultural exhibition in the Netherlands. It'll be held in Amsterdam again. At that time, there'll be a lot of gardeners coming here.
"Ahem, okay, okay, I understand. In short, there'll be a lot of activities in the city. There'll be a lot of tourists. The business of the restaurant will definitely be very busy. So you want to hire a part-time waitress, right?"
Qin Xiong had no choice but to interrupt Dekoiz's words. If he let the other party continue talking like this, he probably wouldn't be able to finish talking until next year. It would be surprising if Amsterdam, the Free City, didn't have any large-scale activities.
Dekoiz nodded listlessly. He hadn't done any physical work for a long time and was unbearably tired.
Qin Xiong was just about to lower his head and continue eating his breakfast when he suddenly raised his head and said, "Can I introduce a friend to you?"
"Huh? Your friend? I can't afford to raise a player here, and I only want a waitress. "
"No, no, no. She's studying at the University of Amsterdam. She works outside of class."
"Then let her come over and take a look. She should at least be interviewed."
"Okay, I'll give her a call now."
Qin Xiong thought of Sylvia, that girl who worked very hard.
Taking out his phone, Qin Xiong hesitated again. Would it be rude to call her rashly?
Dekoiz crossed his hands on the table and pressed his chin on the back of his palms. His pair of small eyes stared at Qin Xiong. He looked at the big boy on the other side for a full five minutes before pressing the dial button on his phone.
When the call was connected, Qin Xiong immediately perked up. He even spoke with a smile, but his wording was very strict and solemn. He was a bit, uh, pretended to be refined.
After Qin Xiong hung up the phone, he took the phone and knocked on his head. He let out a long breath. He felt more nervous than playing a game.
He looked at Dekoiz again. The fat old man's mouth almost reached his ears. His eyes were like two crescent moon lines.
"You like her."
"Cough, cough. Don't talk nonsense. I just met her."
"Whether I like her or not has nothing to do with how long you know her."
"Cough, cough. I should go to training. Anyway, I told her the address here. She agreed to come for an interview at noon."
Qin Xiong hurriedly wiped his mouth and quickly left. Walking into the small apartment building, he heard Dekoiz's teasing whistle behind him.
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University of Amsterdam.
Sitting in the classroom, Sylvia was preparing for class. She had just hung up the phone call from Qin Xiong.
She was holding two newspapers in her hand.
The one on the left was "International Soccer". The front page was extremely shocking.
On the left side of the cover were four close-up puzzle pictures of the match.
Keirman, Van Der Vaart, Robben, Ibrahimovic.
And on the right side of the cover, which was about the same area as the four intersecting heads, was Qin Xiong's half-length photo!
The cover title was particularly eye-catching!
0: 1-1: 2-3: 2!
Ajax Conquers Philips Stadium!
PSV Eindhoven Encounters "Made in China!"
The newspaper on the right side of Sylvia was a local Amsterdam entertainment newspaper. The front page cover was still related to Ajax's players. The picture was secretly taken in a nightclub. A group of Ajax's players were celebrating victory in the nightclub.
The title was: Holland's Bundesliga, Ajax's Triumphant Return, Entire Team Partying in Nightclub Until Dawn!
On the cover, Qin Xiong and Ibrahimovic were sitting together and talking.
Sylvia rested her chin on her hand and pondered.
In her mind, the image of Qin Xiong sitting on the steps of the city center square and painting appeared.
In the end, which one was the real him?
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