Late autumn 2015, London.

Lu Ling fell asleep in the subway. Sitting from East London to West London, she sat drowsy all the way, and her brain intermittently recalled the conversation with Lu Yungui just now. Lu Yungui is still like that, maybe a little older, and it doesn't seem to have changed much. She thought about his face, and thought he was so pitiful, but she couldn't change anything. His wife ran away with someone and lost almost all of her belongings in gambling, and it was not her fault, maybe she should thank him for raising her.

Lu Ling shook his head, wanting to filter out these quickly. She picked up the subway newspaper on the empty seat next to her and flipped to the sports edition, and read it with a rumbling sound.

The newspapers are also talking about a possible change of leadership at QPR, and even several candidates for successor are listed. She told Lu Yungui that she didn't know if Ramsey would get out of class, which was a lie. It was impossible for her to reveal any news, let alone her gambler father. Ramsey's dismissal was a foregone conclusion. It's just that she really doesn't know who her successor is, and the media can't know more than she does. Lu Ling turned that page, and what "LondonEveningStandard" said was even more unreliable.

After getting out of the subway, the wind was stronger than before, and Lu Ling wrapped his windbreaker tightly. She walked faster and faster, her heart was upset, and when she passed by the Black Horse Cross, she stopped for a few seconds, and finally walked in.

There were very few people in the tavern.

This is home to a typical English tavern. The two-storey building, which is dominated by red and black, has several baskets of flowers hanging on the exterior walls. There were four wooden tables outside the tavern, but they were empty now. The interior is down-to-earth, and if there's one thing that's unique, there's an old photo of Queens Park Rangers football club hanging on every wall. The blue and white striped flag hanging in the center of the tavern is the team's flag, with three proud letters on it, the team's abbreviation - QPR (QueensParkRangers). It's not hard to imagine the crowd on match day.

Lu Ling asked for a cup of Long Island Iced Tea at the bar and sat down at the table closest to the TV.

Sky Sports was airing last season's Premier League highlights, staring at the screen for a moment, then pulling out a notebook and pen from her bag, looking down and drawing on the notebook.

If it weren't for an exclamation from the bartender Linda, she wouldn't have looked up.

"Wow-"

The man who came in was about thirty years old and looked very tall, but Lu Ling guessed that his real height was only about 1.8 meters, probably because of his long legs, he looked very slender. With long black curls and sculpted facial features, he is a typical Latin handsome guy. He wears a dark blue striped suit with no tie and no buttons, and a white shirt with an open neckline.

Lu Ling felt that he was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. If she hadn't damn drunk a large glass of Long Island Iced Tea, her brain would have spun a little faster.

Linda, the bartender who was still leaning on the bar and playing with her mobile phone before, had already leaned over. This kind of man is not so common even for a woman like Linda, who has read so many men, "What a long day, huh, what would you like to have a glass of, charming sir?"

The man glanced at the wine cabinet, then looked at the bartender and smiled politely, "Thank you." His voice was deep and magnetic, with a thick European accent, and it sounded sexy and funny.

Listening to his accent, Lu Ling suddenly remembered where she had seen him.

It's in today's Metro newspaper.

Spaniard Nicolás Flores García - the least likely of all rumors to be the next QPR manager. The LondonEvening Standard put him last among the candidates.

However, regardless of the rumors, now that this person has appeared in a tavern so close to the team's home stadium, what else is possible?

Lu Ling took out her mobile phone and wanted to go to Twitter to see the news, but the text message that popped up had already told her what she wanted to know.

"Ramsey is gone, Flores takes over. —From Patrick-Amber

This is the news half an hour ago, and it seems that it was officially announced when she was on the subway.

Nicholas, thirty-three years old. Ten years back, he is a sought-after talented midfielder in La Liga, playing for Atletico Madrid. Unfortunately, he retired early due to injury and has since entered the coaching industry. He worked as a scout for Carlo Ancelotti and also played for Jose Mourinho for a few years. However, after Mourinho left Real Madrid, he did not follow the Portuguese to Stamford Bridge. Despite his seniority and professional background, Nicholas has never led a team on his own.

QPR's top brass made a bold choice.

Lu Ling hadn't made up her mind whether to go over to say hello, but the conversation between the bartender and the new boss over there had already entered her ears word for word.

"New to London, the weather isn't good, is it?"

"I think it's good. ”

"I love your suit. ”

"Oh yes? Thank you. ”

"Goes well with your eye color......

"Okay. ”

"I mean......"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't want to waste your time, I'm not available tonight. ”

Linda was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was embarrassed and angry, and she wanted to scold him, but the attention of the Latin gentleman had already run to the TV that was showing the goal highlights. He didn't seem to realize that he had said too much. Linda shook her head and went to the other side of the bar.

Lu Ling turned his head when he heard the last sentence. She had some hard time imagining what it would be like for this man to rule the locker room.

"The look on your face was criticizing me?" said Nicholas quietly as he walked over to the Asian woman.

Lu Ling turned his head and saw the man staring at him, only to be sure that he was talking to her.

She pouted, "Maybe." You have to admit that it's not a gentleman's thing to do to a lady like that. ”

"I'm telling the truth, I really don't want to waste her time. Of course, I don't want to waste your time......" To be fair, the Asian woman in front of her has extremely symmetrical facial features and a good figure, although it is a bit unapproachable, but it is also easy to arouse men's desire to conquer. It's just that the time and place of the encounter are not quite right.

"Oh, Mr. Flores, believe me, I didn't mean that at all. Besides, you came and talked to me first. Lu Ling hurriedly interrupted him, his black eyes were full of disbelief, there was such a narcissistic person in this world.

“OK。 Nicholas shrugged, not at all embarrassed or surprised. "So you know me. ”

Lu Ling hesitated slightly, stood up, and formally introduced himself: "My name is Christine Lu, my Chinese name is Lu Ling, and I am also the coach of QPR. ”

He stood at her desk and glanced at the notebook on her desk, although he couldn't see anything clearly in the dim light, Lu Ling lowered his eyes and subconsciously covered it.

A smile tugged at the corner of the Spanish man's mouth, "Hello." He nodded slightly, as if he had said hello. Then, he looked at the Sky Sports program with his head held high, and he didn't mean to talk to her.

This man is like a swan, with a proud and bullying posture. It's beautiful, but it's annoying.

Linda on the other side of the bar made a lip gesture at Lu Ling, "Jerk." She nodded, a jerk indeed.

The TV footage showed a goal from Manchester United last season, which pierced the door of QPR. Rooney gave the ball to Valencia on the wing in front of the penalty area, and Valencia then played the ball precisely to Fellaini in the box, who swung his leg on the spot and scored the ball easily. The QPR defenders in the penalty area were like tree stumps, barely reacting.

'There's a lack of hierarchy in midfield and at the back, almost everyone at the back retreats into the small box, it's a complete mess, how can you not be scored? These players don't know what they're doing, do they?"

"Oh, you're talking to me again. Lu Ling's tone was a little sarcastic, she looked at the TV, "That's right, last season was terrible." Originally, there was a big change in personnel, and the constant change of commanders made Yiqiē even more unstable. The team's morale continues to be low, and the results can only get worse and worse. It's just a vicious circle. ”

"Reserve team assistant coach, what position is that?" she said, but instead of responding to her, the man jumped on to the previous topic. He didn't seem to be on the same channel as her.

Now he was standing and she was sitting, he was a little condescending, but she was not afraid of him, and explained slowly, "Sir, this is a very formal position, and it is a lot of work. ”

"And you still have time to drink here?" said Nicholas, smiling.

Lu Ling stood up abruptly and stared at the man. His sculpted face instantly became less handsome, and there was no apology in his dark eyes. And the smell of perfume on him, what kind of taste is he? Is there something wrong with this man? He had just gotten a new job, and then he went to the tavern and quarreled with a strange woman.

"It's my personal time. Lu Ling said with anger suppressed.

She picked up her notepad again and raised it in front of Nicholas, "I'm thinking about work too. Speaking of work, sir, I'm curious, how do you have the time to come to the bar for a drink when you just took over a new club?

Nicholas looked at her with interest, and when she finished, he said tepidly, "I'm kidding." As for the glass of wine you mentioned, this is to congratulate myself on getting a new job. ”

Lu Ling couldn't laugh, he didn't look like a joke at all just now. She picked up the empty glass on the table and raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Flores, I wish you all the best in coaching at QPR, it's a pity, I don't have any wine, cheers!"

"That's what I'm hoping for. Cheers!" Nicholas drank as if he hadn't heard the irony in her words.

"By the way, not every woman wants to take home a handsome guy when she sees it, and even then, the kindness you refuse won't die, will it? OK, I'll see you tomorrow, boss. Good night. Saying that, Lu Ling picked up his windbreaker and left the tavern without looking back.

Nicholas picked up the notepad she had left on the table, and he didn't want to look at it, but his eyes fell on the formation chart, and he was still attracted and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Linda walked over and leaned against the bar, gloating with a grim face, "Congratulations, another lady is angry." It's a pity that you have a beautiful face but no good personality. This is probably the legend, you can't judge the content of a book by looking at the cover?"

Nicholas was not angry at her, he gently closed the notebook in his hand, and smiled charmingly again, "I really like my personality. Miss, I apologize if I offended you just now. ”

Linda laughed dryly, "Forget it." By the way, you haven't told me your name yet?"

"Soon, you'll know my name. Good night. After saying that, Nicholas walked out of the Black Horse Cross and disappeared into the night.