Jiangnan Medical University.
In the girls' dormitory, Hua Jieyu was lying on her bed reading a book. The little girl was wearing a light pink top and a pure white skirt. Her long hair was slightly curly and messy, with a few strands tucked behind her head. Her beautiful eyelashes were fluttering, probably because she was reading something she liked.
Her roommate, Misu, was watching World Football on the computer. She was an average-looking girl who was carefree and generous. She was the bosom sister in the dormitory.
Misu was not a football fan. She watched World Football for the handsome football stars.
"Ah, so handsome!" Misu screamed.
Hua Jieyu tilted her head and looked at Misu. She pursed her lips and smiled. "Sister Misu, did you see that handsome football star again?"
"Ah, Hua 'er, I swear I love him. He's so handsome! He's so cool! "Misu shouted." Come and see, quickly. "
"Sister Misu, I won't fight with you over your Kaka." Hua Jieyu giggled.
"Who said it's Kaka? I have a new love." Misu put her hands on her hips. "Li Ang, this is my new love."
"Li Ang?" Hua Jieyu put down the book in her hand, her beautiful eyes showing surprise. "The manager of Sporting de Gijón?"
"Ah, even our Hua 'er knows this handsome guy?" Misu was shocked. "Oh my god. Our Hua 'er is in love with him. "
Hua Jieyu smiled and ignored Misu's teasing. She moved closer to the computer screen and saw the scene.
On the edge of the pitch, one could see the forest-like arms in the stands. Li Ang stood there with his arms raised high. There was a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was so high-spirited.
"What do you think? Is he handsome? Is he handsome? My boyfriend is not bad, right? "Misu exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Hua Jieyu smiled and took another look. Unfortunately, the scene was already over.
"Yes, he is indeed not bad." Hua Jieyu nodded.
Misu looked at Hua Jieyu in surprise, then came up and scratched her armpits. "Hua 'er, Hua' er, I was right …"
Hua Jieyu blushed. "Misu, you're talking nonsense. I'm not talking to you. I'm going to read. "
*****
Huaxia University of Politics and Law.
"Oh oh oh! Long live! "
Wang Dapeng and Zhang Quanda jumped up and cheered.
They were real football fans, and every episode of "World Football" was a must-watch. They did not expect to see a report about Li Ang in today's "World Football" column. They were all excited.
They could be said to be the earliest supporters of Li Ang in China. At this moment, they felt a great sense of gratification and satisfaction when they saw Li Ang and Sporting de Gijón on the CCTV Sports Channel.
It was as if the treasure they had been protecting was now widely recognized and cherished. This sense of satisfaction and pride was indescribable.
"Haha, now we've cleared Li Ang's name." Mao Zhengyi laughed.
"Of course! World Football has reported it, "Xie Xingxing said happily.
The two of them also felt proud. Now that they were outside, they could proudly and boldly shout that they were Li Ang's first supporters.
"'Daily Sports' has really hit a wall this time," Mao Zhengyi said emotionally.
"They didn't do a proper report, but made up fake news to fool people. Who doesn't get their shoes wet if they stand by the river all the time? "Wang Dapeng said disdainfully.
"Brothers, let's have some fun at the food stalls outside the south gate?" Zhang Quanda suggested. He liked a lively atmosphere the most.
"Of course!!" Everyone responded in unison. Good news naturally had to be celebrated.
The four brothers put their arms around each other's shoulders and left the dormitory, laughing and joking. However, they met Brian downstairs. Wang Dapeng snorted and walked away.
Zhang Quanda also did not look at his roommate.
Mao Zhengyi wanted to ease the tension between everyone and wanted to ask Brian to come along. However, Xie Xingxing gave Mao Zhengyi a look, which meant to say, "Don't make a happy thing unhappy."
Mao Zhengyi could only give up.
Watching the other four people in the dormitory walk past him, chatting and laughing as they walked out, Brian's face was very ugly. This feeling of being isolated was really uncomfortable, but who could he blame for this?
*****
Juan - Mata, 10 million;
Marcos, 5 million;
Juan - Carlos, 5 million;
Jeffrey, 3 million;
Miguel - Kobas, 6 million;
Li Ang held a piece of paper in his hand. On it were the prices that he had just seen.
"What is this?" Li Ang asked coldly.
"I've seen these prices and rejected them," Venita said. "Their prices are not sincere at all. This is the bottom line I set for negotiations. If the price is lower than this, there is no negotiation."
Li Ang was angry. Although Venita said that she had rejected the prices, which was what he wanted to hear, he was still angry when he saw the list in his hand. He had worked so hard to build the foundation of the team, and she had clearly marked the price on this piece of paper.
Venita looked at Li Ang happily, not realizing that Li Ang's tone had become cold. The girl was waiting for Li Ang's praise happily. She meant, "My estimation was right, right? Do you think so too?"
"Do you know what you wrote on it?" Li Ang asked, suppressing his anger.
"It's the list of the players that the clubs want to buy." Venita blinked and said seriously, "If they can be chosen by other teams, it means that they are very good. This is a rare commodity …"
"Enough!" Li Ang suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Venita. "In your eyes, they are just commodities?"
Venita was shocked by Li Ang's sudden roar. The girl looked at Li Ang, her face full of grievance, anger, and confusion.
Old Arango was sitting in his seat. Even when he heard Li Ang roaring at his daughter, he just frowned and did not say anything. He had no intention of participating.
"I'm telling you, Miss Arango!" Li Ang said coldly, "They are not commodities! Players are not cold numbers! They are all living people, Sporting de Gijón's players! They have dedicated their youth to this team, they have sweated hard on Maleo's training ground, they have fought hard on El Molinon Stadium! They are the present and the future of this team! They are our players! "
Venita was completely frightened by Li Ang's angry look. Her beautiful face turned pale and her heart ached. He actually roared at me. How could he do this to me?
Obviously, the furious Li Ang, who was completely different from his usual gentle image, scared Venita. The girl also felt hurt.
"Miss Venita," Li Ang said, "I can't sell any of my players!"
Li Ang paused for a moment, as if he felt that his tone was too harsh. "At least, I need the stability of the team before the end of the season!"
After that, Li Ang nodded to the chairman and was about to leave.
*****
"Li!" Old Arango suddenly spoke.
Li Ang stopped.
"Tell Venita, what gift did you say you were going to give me?" To everyone's surprise, old Arango didn't ask about the disagreement between the two. Instead, he asked about the topic they were talking about.
"The Copa del Rey champion!" Li Ang said seriously.
"Ah —" Even Venita, who was still angry and a little frightened, exclaimed when she heard Li Ang's answer. "How is that possible?"
"Why is it impossible?" Li Ang turned his head. "The game was won by playing! It was won by the products you mentioned just now! I saw their progress and efforts! I believe my team has the courage to pick the beautiful garland on the cliff! "
"That's the Copa del Rey champion. Real Madrid won't allow them to lose the trophy at home. The championship belongs to Real Madrid, "Venita said.
"Did they ask me?" Li Ang did not look back. He left this sentence and left.
Right now, his heart was burning with rage.
He was dissatisfied with Venita for completely "digitizing" his players.
He was also angry because of Venita's obvious lack of confidence in the team and her doubts about the team.
Li Ang's favorite movie was Stephen Chow's Journey to the West. His favorite movie was Zixia Fairy's line: "The person I like is a peerless hero. He will ride a seven-colored cloud to marry me."
Now, what he wanted to do was not to ride a rainbow cloud to marry his most beloved girl.
Now, what he wanted to do was to be a hero. At the climax of the banquet, he would come with his sword and snatch the most beautiful girl and the most glittering crown!
He wanted to lead his players and lead them past Zaragoza. Then, at the Bernabéu Stadium, facing the powerful Galácticos, he would use their struggle and passion to show this girl who did not understand football at all what football was!
What football with passion flowing in the chest was!
PS: Second update.
Begging for a monthly ticket.
I was a little depressed and shocked by two things.
I believe that games are won by playing, and passion is destined to burn!
You can add me on WeChat. My WeChat ID is Love77xjh, and my name is Young Seven.
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