Zoe was carried out, Zoe was shut out of the door, Zoe screamed at the door, Zoe screamed at the door. Zoe's eyes were a little pitiful, and gradually, Zoe's eyes were sleepy.

Across the door, the atmosphere is completely different.

Patrick took off his T-shirt and pressed it against her. He kissed her on the neck and whispered to her, "You shouldn't laugh at me for not scoring a goal, at least give me a hat-trick tonight." Her hand was also touching back and forth between his pectorals and back, and finally, her right hand rested on the biceps of his left arm. Patrick's movements paused for a moment, remembering many times when he felt a dull ache in that muscle, and now it was hurting again. He didn't know why. Maybe it's because I'm too excited. His hand suddenly shifted and reached under her back.

"So that's why you slept for two hours?" Lu Ling gasped and teased him.

Patrick bit the edge of her ear. “We’ll see...”

Her hand was still on the playing card. Of course she knew what his hands were going to do. She hesitated, and said silently, "Pat...... Tonight, we're only going to do it once. ”

He ignored her.

Lu Ling hurriedly grabbed his arm, but he clamped her wrist with his backhand and made her unable to move. He was a little too forceful, and she screamed in pain.

Patrick quickly let go, whispering an apology on her lips, "Pain?"

"It's okay......" Lu Ling held his face, looking at his eyes, it was her familiar love and heat. She calmed her breath and little by little said, "I mean really. ”

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Patrick said, biting her lower lip, his eyelids drooping as he looked at her, not understanding what she was thinking. "I have a day off tomorrow, boss. The corners of his mouth curled, ready to continue.

Lu Ling grabbed his arm again, and the rhythm of his voice completely changed, "Be serious, Pat, I'm serious." I've got a morning meeting tomorrow at 9 o'clock, and it's past 12 o'clock......"

Patrick stared carefully into her eyes. She really meant it. His brow furrowed slowly, which lasted for a while. He took a breath, exhaled again, and suddenly got up from her. He sat on the edge of the bed, put the back of his hand against her hot cheek, and whispered, "Then sleep well." ”

"Are you sure?" Lu Ling asked, also frowning. She didn't even realize that there was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Patrick smiled helplessly. "I hope you get a good night's sleep. He looked at her fascinatedly, his throat moved, and his voice was a little hoarse, "It really doesn't work once, you know mine." I said I wanted to/have sex with you all night. Don't try to send me away. I'd rather wait a little longer. It's the first time we've reconciled since we reconciled, and you can't imagine it......"

Lu Ling pressed her face against the back of his hand, feeling a little shy, she pursed her lips and said, "But...... I ......"

"Simple. He immediately understood what she meant, and his tongue moved between his upper and lower lips to pick at her pants. He was a little nervous for no reason, and his fingers even trembled. He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible, "You know I like it, and I'm good at it." ”

Lu Ling's fingers shuttled between his hair, she hesitated for two seconds, and suddenly sat up. "No, Pat...... I mean, I want to wait a little longer. ”

Patrick looked up, "Are you sure?"

"Sure. Lu Ling smiled and nodded.

Patrick still frowned. "It won't take long," he seductively said, "It won't take long......"

"Wait until we finish Bayern......" Lu Ling interrupted him.

Patrick sat down beside her, and she leaned on his shoulder. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "Your birthday, and mine, plus this Valentine's Day, together, okay?"

"Good. She solemnly agreed. It's just that I hope that the first leg at home against Bayern will be a good result.

The room became quiet.

After a while, Patrick added, "Oh, about that, the weight of your body ......"

"Milan Kundera. Lu Ling chuckled, "The boy who borrowed my books since he was a child and didn't return them." The one downstairs was also taken from my house that New Year's Day. But I remember you have it in your Kindle, and you read a book so fast. She laughed at him, remembering that New Year's was the last one she had spent with her father.

"I've read it a long time ago, and I'm ready to mock your previous misunderstanding. Let's go back. Patrick smiled faintly, the book had some of her notes in it. He thought for a moment and continued to smile, "Actually, I didn't understand the first time I watched "The Unbearable Lightness of Life". ”

Lu Ling raised his chin and glanced at him, and said with a smile, "It's weird if you can read it, was you nine or ten years old when you took that book? You liked "How to Train Your Dargon" at that time, and "Ender's Game" or something. Or is your school requiring you to read Milan-Kundera in the fifth grade?"

"I'll just see if I understand it later. Don't laugh at me, you were once a little girl. It's like you don't like Harry Potter. Patrick said as he took her into his arms and muffled, "And the school already has a reading requirement." Just not Milan Kundera. He heard her lovely laugh. He felt warm in his heart. It's just not too early. He kissed the top of her head again, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room downstairs?"

Lu Ling turned around, faced him, and touched his lips. "Good. Remember to comfort Zoe. ”

"Yes. In fact, I want to sleep with you in my arms...... Probably a bad idea. Patrick sighed and kissed her as well. He looked her in the eye and said in a deep voice, "Really like the weight of your body on me, or the other way around." ”

"I like it too. "She's going to have to tell him this.

Patrick wanted to kiss her again. And so he did. Before it was too late, he let her go. "So, good night, baby, good dreams. ”

"Good night, Pat. She put her arms around his neck, reluctantly, "Dream of me." ”

"Yes. Will always think about you. He looked into her face and whispered, "I've lived in my best dreams." ”

Maybe it's a lie, Patrick thought, and maybe reality is sweeter than the best dreams.

****

It was raining on the evening of Valentine's Day. In fact, according to the amount of rainfall in London, it shouldn't feel dry, but Benjamin just feels a little dry. The heating in the car or your emotions are affecting how your body feels. The roses in his family's rose garden are blooming and beautiful. Last year was the same. Last year, he was sent by someone who didn't want to send it, and this year he was also sent, but unfortunately he couldn't send it.

The sky in West London has darkened. In the continuous winter rain, the traffic was busy, and there were some traffic jams. I don't know what the fuck is stuck in on a Sunday evening. He drove across that block only to realise it was the end of the Premier League game on Sunday night. He turned on the car radio and went to talkSPORT, where a noisy presenter and a former England player with a dismal career were saying that Chelsea had extended their league winning streak. He snapped and turned it off.

See, that's bad news again. Benjamin withdrew his hand and glanced at the bouquet of red roses in the passenger seat.

It was nearly seven o'clock in Harrington. When parking, Benjamin saw the familiar Aston Martin. He didn't want to get out of the car for a moment. So he sat in the car, holding his hands on the steering wheel for a long time, and finally his palms were sweaty. He got out of the car anyway, without the bouquet of roses. He didn't want to watch her throw in the trash, she should have done it too many times. He himself will throw.

Benjamin went straight to the video room. He turns on the screen and tries to concentrate himself. He didn't know if he had done it, and maybe there were some details in his head.

Half an hour later, he heard footsteps. Could it be her? He didn't think he was coming to the training base today to expect anything, he just didn't want to be alone at home, and he was afraid that he would get drunk. And if he did do that, he would probably lose all her respect.

He told himself not to have expectations, and when he looked back, he was still disappointed. He smiled Hamilton. He originally wanted to say hello politely, but it ended up being a frivolous "Hi A-bomb".

There is no need to deny that the head doctor of the team is in a hot body. When Benjamin first came to the team, he thought that half of the single men would be interested in Alice, and the other half would be interested in Christine. It hurts even to think of the name. He hadn't even called her that.

Alice shrugged at Benjamin and walked over. Alice had always hated beating around the bush, so when she walked up to Benjamin, she asked Benjamin directly, "No date?"

Benjamin shook his head and asked with an ambiguous smile, "Would you like to provide one?"

Alice reacted by laughing. "Oh, I already have one. She sarcastically replied, "We all know you're not interested in me, so save yourself from this senseless flirting." ”

Benjamin nodded his chin tactfully, and didn't deny anything. He turned his head to look at the screen. It's her on the screen. Soon, it cuts to the game again.

"She's still in a meeting. "But I think she's got her company tonight." Pat seems to be in the gym. Did you see him?"

Benjamin didn't speak right away. After a while, he looked at Alice again and asked seriously, "Is it obvious? So everybody knows?"

Alice's expression was a little complicated, and she was ready to tell him the truth. "I don't know anyone else. For me...... Do you remember last September when it was after you played 60 minutes and then you were substituted?

Benjamin nodded slightly.

"Phil laughs at you in the locker room, physical, sexual. I was right next to me, and you didn't look at him at all. Alice watched Benjamin's reaction, and he frowned self-deprecatingly at the sight, the sorrow in his eyes still there. She continued, "Later in Christine's office door, you 'flirted' with me, I made a similar joke, you were embarrassed, I even thought you were angry, even though you didn't show it. Obviously, you care what she thinks of that, but not me. So, for me, it was obvious then. ”

Benjamin's gray-green eyes showed a hint of confusion, followed by relief. He whispered, "I don't know. ”

Alice smiled. Then she looked at the table below, "My boyfriend is still waiting for me." I suggest you go back early. Of course, just a suggestion. ”

Benjamin politely said, "Thank you." ”

"Oh, and one more suggestion, cut your hair, this hairstyle doesn't suit you very well. Alice winked at Benjamin, "The last suggestion is ......," she said but paused. But someone took her words.

"Don't waste time. Tim's voice rang out in the video room.

Alice looked back and saw the teaching assistant. It looks like the coaching staff meeting is over. She said to Tim, "That's pretty much what I wanted to say. Thank you for saying that. She turned back to Benjamin, "I know these words shouldn't be said by me, or by Tim, but trust us with good intentions. ”

"Of course. Benjamin was still polite. Yes, people say this as if it were a simple thing, as if he wanted to waste his time, as if she was just a slightly heart-warming girl he had met by chance. But people may have said this to him with good intentions. Just like he himself sometimes lied and smiled knowingly.

"Anyway, it's time for me to go. Alice said, lowering her voice, "Tim will probably continue to enlighten you, good luck." ”

Alice left.

Only Tim and Benjamin were left in the video room.

Tim sat down in another chair. Footage of past team games is still playing on the screen. Tim tilted his head. Benjamin stared at the screen, seemingly focused. Naturally, he knew that Benjamin himself would study this on weekdays. Monchi had told him and Christine early on that Benjamin had already asked for access to the club's video library. Well, Ben can actually watch it at home. But here he comes.

"You've been with her. Benjamin said suddenly.

Tim answered.

"What does it feel like?" asked Benjamin continued. His voice trembled a little.

Tim was silent, silent. Finally gave the answer, "I forgot." "That's the truth. After he fell in love with Monica, he forgot all his previous relationships.

"It's a shame. Benjamin said. After a moment, he turned his head and apologized, "But you know what I mean. ”

Tim had some words brewing in his mind, and now he felt that those words were shit. He got up and walked out. After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn his head. That seemed too lonely anyway.

The TA's gentle voice slowly reached Benjamin's ears.

"She's going to the training ground with Pat, and I suggest you don't go. Of course, it's your choice. You're not the first player to fall in love with her, and you certainly won't be the last. She said you'll find a way to fix things, and I thought so too. So, as a coach, I just want to say that I don't want anything to affect your performance. I know it sounds cold...... But you chose professional football, and professional football is sometimes cold. ”

Tim didn't hear Benjamin's voice until he reached the door.

"Did she say that?"

Tim didn't answer the question and left.

****

The rain didn't stop, but it was a little lighter. The whole of Harrington should be gone. In addition to the team's head coach and number one star.

Lu Ling put on the goalkeeper's gloves. She raised her eyes, and under the headlights, the rain was very dense. Then, she looked at Patrick and clapped at him, "Come here, boy!"

Patrick stood thirty yards to the left of the door, and found it ridiculous, though romantic. He took a few steps back, staring at the figure in front of the door, and he took a deep breath. Then run-up. His left foot hit the inside of his foot where he wanted to hit the ball the most. Probably a little bit affected by the wind, but he's confident. The ball spun in the rain and flew towards the goal. He saw his beloved girl make a save, and he saw the ball go into the net. And she showed remorse like a real goalkeeper. But right away, she beckoned to him to come back.

Patrick didn't hesitate, took another ball and put it at his feet. He looked at the angle. Run again, this time with little force.

Lu Ling caught the ball. She was depressed, he must have been aiming and shooting. Then, she heard his serious voice:

"Congratulations, boss, for saving a free kick from the best player in the world. ”

"FUCK YOU!" Lu Ling shouted.

"Right here?Right now?" Patrick's voice turned teasing, "Are you sure? Baby, I don't care. ”

Lu Ling took off the goalkeeper's gloves and walked towards Patrick arrogantly. Patrick ran a few steps in front of her. They spoke face to face for a while.

Eventually, the man took the woman into his arms.

……

Through the glass window, Benjamin witnessed a "century of gods", and perhaps also witnessed a "century embrace". He took one last glimpse of the hug in the drizzle of romantic light and left Harrington.

Find a solution. He wanted to too.

****

On Tuesday night, Feb. 16, night covered Harrington Training Ground.

On the TV in the manager's office, a Champions League match was about to start, and the sound was quiet.

Lu Ling raised his head, and the players of Real Madrid and Ajax were walking into the Johan Cruyff Arena together. Then that familiar face appears in the close-up of the shot.

The first matchday of the Champions League knockout rounds has arrived. The QPR match is tomorrow night, with tonight's matches being Ajax vs Real Madrid and Manchester United vs Porto.

In fact, British fans generally choose to tune in to Manchester United. That one was also put on BT Sport's main show, and a group of heavyweight guests were invited. But Lu Ling turned on the TV and it was Real Madrid, so she didn't change the channel. She couldn't look at it much anyway. She is still studying Bayern Munich, and since there is still time, she hopes to leave no clues untouched.

Julian Nagelsmann's Bayern are a team with a very "modern" style of play. They had a lot of running, they were very orderly in attack and defense, and they were playing well in high pressing and multi-person passing.

This team, like Everton, has three attacking players to watch.

The 24-year-old French international winger Kingsley Coman is good at widening his width on the left and right while also being involved in attacking and defending midfield, while another Frenchman, 24-year-old Moussa Dembele, has a big role. It's just that this Dembele has a completely different style from the current Barcelona Dembele, he is more similar to Felipe Delgado-style mobile center forward, and his confrontation and technical ability are very good.

And the twenty-year-old German Robin Schaffle, who has Albanian and Turkish roots, has been playing for Bayern for two years.

Lu Ling has seen too many high-caliber young talented attackers, Patrick, Leon, Jesus, Ousmane Dembele, Pierre Rongkai, Bruno Ergas and many more...... However, the characteristics of this young German player are completely different from theirs.

Time has passed, and she has studied a lot of video clips of Robin Schauffer. The sound of the commentator announcing the goal on TV was also constantly heard. By the 70-minute mark, Real Madrid had already led Ajax 3-0 on the road. No surprises. It's just that his team's game tomorrow probably won't be as easy as Nick's.

Lu Ling stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She opened the window a little, and the cold wind immediately poured in. On TV, Gabriel Jesus scored another goal and the score became 4-0. She looked back and saw the calm face of the Spaniard in a straight suit on TV.