"Since Hamilton is so much like me, try not to sleep with him. ”

****

When the lights dimmed, the head coach stepped onto the stage. There was still a commotion below. Patrick looked up, from Phil's table. When Zixiang was still there, that guy was always the one who played this role. He thought of this and smiled. In addition to Phil's voice, there was Henk, and Leon, and Jake, and the new Spanish kid Gonzalo. The locker room is always lively because of these people. A coach has said that you don't just need one, two, or three players on the football field to get into the groove, you need at least half of the players to get into the groove to get the whole team into the groove. The same goes for the atmosphere in the dressing room, where you'll need more than one or two active people.

Patrick knew he would not be able to play that role, and he glanced at Benjamin beside him in the dim light, and he knew Ben wouldn't be. Of course, neither Ian, Hans, nor Glenn will be at the same table. The reasons may not be the same, but the results are consistent. Patrick stared at the figure on the stage for two seconds and then glanced to his side, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think about it, and after another look, he knew where the wrong place was.

Benjamin held up his phone.

That might not quite be Mr. Hamilton. Although most of the people present were holding up their mobile phones. Of course, everyone will want to take a picture of the manager's Christmas motivational speech. It could be a joke, or it could be uplifting. Who knows, no one knows what's going to happen until she speaks. Tina says that Nicholas's unpredictability is his predictability, and in essence, so does herself. This is actually one of the many reasons why Patrick loves her.

Patrick didn't come out with his phone for a while, he just looked at the stage, watched her pat the microphone, and asked Phil seriously, "Do you want to come up and talk? I can wait." This microphone sounds good. ”

There was laughter from below. Everyone looked at Phil, who continued to mumble a few words before he stopped talking.

When Patrick looked at Phil's table again, Benjamin didn't, and Ben glanced at him. Patrick rarely saw Benjamin like that. There was no expression on his face.

Ben has always been polite, and he always seems to have a smile on his face. But Patrick was well aware that Ben's smile had a very strong sense of distance. Most of the time he doesn't care what you say or do, even if he thinks for a second, he thinks it's a waste of his time.

Patrick remembered their conversation.

"You're late, man. Benjamin smiled and drank half a glass of champagne, his eyes always searching.

"A bit of a traffic jam. ”

"Today, at this time?"

“ye， ** happens”

Ben then diverted from the subject. They talked about their mutual agent, Steve Baker. They will shoot an ad together in January or February next year, when the time has not been decided.

The hall had fallen completely silent. Patrick stared at the girl on the stage. He wanted to know what her little plan was, and he even made her go and change her clothes. At this time, he also took out his mobile phone and began to shoot.

Lu Ling glanced at the audience, the lights were a little dim, and everyone was holding their mobile phones, so she couldn't see anything clearly. It didn't matter, she finished the champagne in her glass and began. At least, it was the right decision. She couldn't wait to drink too much before starting.

"First of all, I'm still straight!" she said.

Laughter was heard.

In Lu Ling's opinion, this is very interesting. On this road, she was constantly asked if she was gay or not, starting at the age of sixteen. This stereotype is a bit fucked up for female coaches. You wear a suit, you cut your hair short, you have a close female friend, you will be suspected. Just before, there were players who played this kind of joke with her, including Phil. She didn't hate the joke, so she continued the joke as well.

'Can someone tell me where we are in the Premier League table right now?' she laughed herself, but asked a question.

Soon someone responded to her question. This is, of course, an exciting question. Her team is at the top of the standings ahead of the Christmas-New Year fixtures. In fact, since the beginning of this season, most of the time, QPR has been at the top of the standings.

"Okay. She shook her glass and motioned for someone to refill her.

Phil went up with champagne in his arms.

"I can see that you're trying to steal my microphone. Lu Ling took the cup and joked while asking Phil to pour her wine. When Phil finished pouring the wine, she let the microphone out. "Say something, it's a reward for pouring you wine. ”

Phil snorted twice into the audience with champagne in his arms, and then shouted, "I love this team!

Laughter and heckling erupted again.

"Kristen Lu!!" everyone yelled after Phil.

At this moment, Patrick felt that he was a little jealous of Phil again. He can always be so unscrupulous. Make a ll gesture and tell everyone that he just wants to support her, and tell everyone on this occasion that he loves her. The more he was like this, the less anyone believed that he had any secret relationship with her.

Lu Ling nodded to Phil and then took back his microphone, "Thank you Phil!" in return—" she dragged out her voice, "I owe Phil a dance." Last season, we won the Premier League and I promised a dance, but for various reasons I didn't have time to deliver on it, and now I'm ready to make good on that promise. Phil, are you ready to record? Alright? Okay, let's get started—"

Lu Ling had already discussed with DJ before, and picked Bruno Maas's songs, retro and pop tending together.

As for the fact that she dances badly-

Oh, it's not a secret, isn't it like a frog, isn't it an epic fail? She doesn't fucking care. Anyway, she has to keep her promise, and she wants the team to stay on this page.

A minute later.

"Alright, you've got what you want. Lu Ling gradually put away his smile, "I love this club! Tonight, all of us are here, together, because of the inevitability of countless accidents in the universe! I hope this inevitability has a good result, meaning, we had better win all the championships we can this season! I believe in myself, and I believe in you even more!" She finally raised her champagne glass, "Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, everyone! Next, we will kill all our opponents!"

“fuck ye！！！！”

……

Lu Ling heard everything she wanted to hear and walked off the stage.

For her, the meaning of the team's Christmas party lies only in that.

After Lu Ling returned to the table of the coaching staff, he drank another glass of champagne. The festive atmosphere and festive hymns made her dizzy. Both Tim and Alice laughed at her ability to coach as well as her ability to dance, so she should do everyone a favor and never get involved. She responded to their taunts as she gulped down her plate. After all, there is no law that says that people who can't dance can't dance, and she should be grateful for that.

The sound of the other table attracted the attention of the coaching staff. Lu Ling glanced over there. It seems that someone accidentally spilled something on Ben's body. She didn't pay much attention to it, and turned her head to continue teasing her colleagues. She knows the players want to have a good time today, and it can be difficult for them to have fun despite the coaching staff.

****

Christmas music lingers and lingers.

Benjamin came out of the men's bathroom and tugged at his sweater. He looked at the reflection in the mirror and was stunned. Like Patrickby, he's actually dressed very casually today. Light-colored jeans and a light-colored over-size sweatshirt. Because Hans accidentally spilled his sweatshirt, he had to change it. He really hated the feeling of sticky. The only thing he could change into was a Christmas sweater, which Thorin had brought to liven up the atmosphere. So, he is now wearing light-colored jeans and a red elk Christmas sweater. He thought that even stupidity would be better than a glass of champagne.

The reflection that popped up in the mirror was her.

"Hey, Ben, do you have time?"

He didn't look back, nodding in the mirror.

"Okay, I'll get to you in a moment. She smiled, then walked to the women's bathroom.

A few minutes later. Benjamin didn't know exactly how many minutes. He waited against the wall, with no idea of time. She walked out. The expression was a little surprised. "Are you waiting for me?"

Benjamin nodded.

She walked out, looked out the window, and muttered, "The rain seems to have stopped, shall we go to the balcony?"

Benjamin nodded again.

The rain did stop.

The nights in West London in December are cold. The rain stopped, but the wind didn't. There are lights near and far, but there is no noise. Midweek isn't the perfect time to party, even though Christmas is just around the corner.

Benjamin took another glass of champagne on the way over. At this point, he took a sip and looked at her. She was also holding a glass of champagne, and she was looking into the distance.

"Shaggable," he whispered.

She probably didn't hear it. He wasn't sure. She just frowned and looked at herself. And the liquid in her champagne glass was not missing at all.

That's the truth. Every detail of this woman is filled with that word. And that had nothing to do with the clothes she was wearing. He shouldn't have said that word. That would only make her push him further. But he just couldn't help it.

Benjamin licked his lips. The alcohol dries him out, and the faint sound of Christmas music confuses him.

"Ben. She called his name. "You have your way of speaking and doing things, I respect this, I have mine, so what I will say next may be more direct......"

He interrupted her. "You're going to love Hamilton. He lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's not me, it's not the F1 champion......"

"I know what you're talking about. She interrupted him as well.

"I know, you know. I'm just kidding. Benjamin said, "Of course you're going to love Alexander Hamilton." ”

She didn't speak.

"Or maybe you like The Phantom of the Opera. Benjamin looked into her eyes, and she looked over, but as always, there were no waves, or masks. "It's only at Her Majesty\s Theatre, which suits perfectly. ”

Impatient, she asked, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"We can go and see it together. "Hamilton," in New York, or "The Phantom of the Opera," is in this city. ”

"I'm not going on a date with you!" she said in a louder voice.

Benjamin's voice grew quieter. "Who's to say it's a date? just a coach and one of her players going to a play together. I'd also call out Pat to watch a boxing match or something. ”

"Ben!"

"I need to submit two papers, but I can't finish them by the deadline. I emailed both mentors and asked them to give me some time to delay, I don't know the results yet. Tomorrow, I'm going to have a panel discussion with a very beautiful girl, maybe I'll ask her out, who knows, what do you want to say?"

She hesitated.

Suddenly it started to rain again. They should get in as soon as possible.

“…… Don't waste time. She said.

"I didn't. I hate wasting time. Benjamin said. He looked down at his goofy sweater again and asked her, "I look silly, don't I?"

She looked at him and laughed, "Indeed. ”

"The inevitability of countless accidents in the universe. ”

"What?" she frowned.

"You just said that. Benjamin looked into the eyes of the girl opposite, and perhaps he would never be able to see clearly, "That's romantic." You tell me you're not Billy Bean, and I think you probably are. ”

She smiled again. But what she said didn't sound good. "Ben, if I've done anything that has misled you, please let me know and I can explain. ”

Benjamin shook his head and looked at the dark night sky. Then he looked at her again, "Can you answer me a question?"

She nodded.

"What happened in Nyon in September?"

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