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[We are pleased to announce the return of Patrick Amber to a five-year contract with a one-year extension.] #patisback】

QPR's official Twitter account clearly considered the delicate relationship between the manager and the new signings, and did not follow the trend of using the "king's landing" label. A photo of Patrick Amber, wearing the new blue and white Adidas jersey, shook hands with the head coach in formal form at the same time, and the two appeared on all official QPR media platforms with smiles on their faces, and then swept all media platforms around the world.

QPR fans all over London, across the UK and around the world are in revelry. Sky Sports sent reporters to visit the fans' celebration parties.

Ron, a skinny old Englishman, stared at the TV screen on the wall—the damn image of himself showing the back of his bare head. He threw up his head and poured a large gulp of Budweiser, at least half a pint of yellow liquid missing from his glass, but he still couldn't drain it. Then he jumped out of his chair, immediately turned around, and rushed to the reporter who was talking at the door with his glass, pouring the rest of the beer on the reporter's head. After a burst of laughter, he burst into the crowd again, bouncing with the young and old fellows.

The camera turns, and Ron slams his fist at the camera. "We're going to fucking get all the trophies!" his wrinkles crumbled together, and a mouthful of rotten teeth flashed in front of the camera. Then, he yelled into the tavern, "He's ing home!" and all of a sudden, everyone's voices followed, almost bursting the small space.

he’s ing home

he’s ing home

he’s ing

pating home!

The song floated out of the tavern and into the night sky.

****

Actually, Patrick was a little nervous before the check-up. There are a lot of people around, employees of the club's medical team, media officers, official website reporters, photographers, football directors, CEOs, CCOs, marketing managers, head coaches, assistant coaches...... The shaking head made Patrick feel deprived of oxygen. In fact, most of them were faces he was familiar with, after all, he hadn't been gone for long. He read the joy and anticipation from people's faces, so real.

Club owner Nathan Neil Lawrence is not among them. However, Patrick was already on the phone with Nathan Neill on the phone in the helicopter. Nathan Neal apologized and even explained why, saying that he had been busy with work lately and had a lot of personal matters to attend to, and finally the American promised not to miss the first league game of the "Kings".

"It's hard for me to say I hate this title...... Forget it, I think I'll get used to it. That's what Patrick said on the phone.

Nathan Neil, on the other hand, said half-seriously, half-jokingly: "In addition to habit, you have to prove that you are." ”

Nathan Neal's words angered Patrick a bit. So he asked the Americans with a mocking smile, "Proof to whom?" Steve was surprised as he listened, the agent was originally afraid of heights and airsickness - which was ironic, as he himself said that his father and brother both had private helicopters and private jets.

The loud noise from the helicopter's propellers also made the atmosphere eerie. Even if it's just a phone call.

Finally, Nathan Neal laughed on the phone, "I think you're used to it, it's really the way a king should behave." If you're my business partner, I'm probably already thinking about how to break you, but in football, you're in charge. Also, although I am taller than you, you are a hard ass, and it is really not a good deal to fight with you. ”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief beside Patrick. It would be ridiculous for him to worry about his commission, and even more so about the deal falling through because of a verbal altercation between the player and the club's owner.

Patrick hung up the phone and glanced at his agent, smirking, "I told you I was friends with Nate. Although it's weird to be friends with someone who pays him directly. ”

What does Steve say? "It's weird to have a player-coach relationship with an old lover and best friend. ”

Patrick came back to his senses and tilted his head. She was talking to CEO Simon when she met his gaze, she smiled slightly, and then turned her eyes to the person she was talking to.

She is not wearing a tracksuit today. Instead, he was wearing high-waisted wide trousers, which were obviously pants, and they were a bit like skirts, and he didn't know what they were called. The navy blue silk shirt is tucked into the pants, outlining the beautiful waistline and hips. She also paired it with black high heels, which were actually thin heels. But he liked her in high heels, and he told her many times. It's a bit windy in London today, so she has a camel-colored plaid scarf around her slender neck. Fashionable, professional, sexy. Kristen Lu, who is both familiar and unfamiliar. In fact, when he first got off the helicopter, he saw her from afar. Steve called him several times before he could react. There were so many people around her. He laughed in his heart that he was as crazy when he saw her as his fans were when he saw him. Also, her hair is tied neatly today, and it is even a little complicated, he thinks it should be the hairstylist who helped her get it, her hands are too clumsy. Thinking of this, Patrick laughed inexplicably, and suddenly he was not nervous.

He walked into the physical examination room at the Harrington training base, and quickly, passed the medical examination. This was Patrick's biggest concern, perhaps the only one. Everything that happened after the medical check-up became logical.

And just like that, in the first week of August with soft sunshine and unbridled winds, Patrick Amber officially became a player for QPR.

He remembered how his heart pounded when he put on the blue and white shirt again, and he remembered that when she held his hand, they both trembled with excitement.

That evening, Patrick took to his social media to express his gratitude to FC Barcelona, the Barcelona manager, his Barcelona teammates and the Barcelona fans. He said:

【…… I had a really wonderful time in Barcelona and I will never forget it. But now that I've made this decision, my future is here, in West London, in QPR, as we all know, this is where my dreams began, and I'm destined to come back. 】

After that, many of Barça's players also blessed Patrick on social media, but more often than not, it was the QPR players who reveled.

And, as people began to talk about whether Patrick would wear the number seven back on, and everyone knew that that number had stayed with him both at club and national level since he became famous.

****

"You're dressed very formally today. Patrick said, lying on the couch with his hands on his back. He finished his gaze on the girl on the couch on the side. She was already barefoot, one foot pressed under her own ass, and the other was dangling without touching the ground. Her hair was also messed up, and she was holding her phone, her head down, not knowing what she was looking at.

"OI, boss, I'll talk to you. Patrick shouted. His phone is playing DJ Khaled's songs, and several of his favorite rappers, including Lil Ayne, are there. The voice was loud, and he was afraid that she wouldn't hear it.

She looked up blankly, but her eyes were rolling, clearly thinking about something else. After a few seconds, she jerked to her feet and told him, "Wait, I need to call Leon." ”

Patrick had wanted to say he could turn the song off or turn it down, but she had already stomped upstairs.

Within a few minutes, Lu Ling came down. She stood at the top of the stairs and didn't know what to say for a moment. She believed that anyone who saw this scene in front of her would be stunned. Although it should not be strange to her.

Patrick was dancing to the music, his mouth still rapping. He used to do this a lot when it was just the two of them.

He looked up, spotted her, and winked at her. It looks like it's going to the "best part". He beckoned to her again and asked her to join him.

More than a year ago, there was also a man who shook his body and invited her to dance. They all knew she was a terrible dancer, and they did it anyway. At that time, she did not refuse, this time, she smiled and shook her head slightly, but her gaze was resolute.

Patrick didn't force it anymore and turned around to turn off the music. He also smiled and crooked his mouth and said to her, "If you were a judge of Britain's Got Talent, would you give me the green light for my performance just now?"

"Can I say that white boys can't dance and rap (an old joke that's a bit racist, reverse-racist)?"

"You're Chinese, you don't know how to cook, and you have no taste for food. (Ethnicity stereotype joke)"

Lu Ling walked up to Patrick and said helplessly, "If this is the case, we are verifying two completely opposite things. ”

Patrick nodded, "ell... Tina, all I can say is that you're so pretty, so I won't treat you like those idiots. ”

"HMM...," Lu Ling pinched his chin, "Otherwise, what would happen?"

Patrick blinked again, "You'd better not know." ”

"Hey, man, I can run a marathon, I can squat a hundred and sixty pounds, that's about ...... of your weight"

"Really, Tina? You're going to compete with me? Didn't Alice show you today's medical report? You need to know that I've been keeping my muscles and strength under control. ”

"Yes, what you say may be the truth, but it's still ......"

Patrick stopped talking nonsense with her, and walked over and carried her up, "Squat, huh, tell me you're going to carry me a few squats for a while, so I can make you lose with dignity...... Wait, we're going to add forty pounds to the barbell, or it's not fair to you. Can you hold forty pounds?"

Lu Ling didn't react a little, but the man's voice continued to sound behind her head. And her head is down, which is not very comfortable.

"Of course, damn it, I can hold forty pounds!" she exclaimed.

"Good......" he said, ready to carry her to the barbell.

"No, Pat! I mean let me go. I throw in the towel. I give up. You're the best, you're going to squat with Hans on your shoulders tomorrow...... And can you stand so heavily on your ankles for so long?"

Patrick stopped abruptly. Lu Ling no longer moved around on his shoulder. It was so abruptly quiet. A lot of memories come flooding back, but they are out of place.

"Pat. She called his name.

This time, he quickly responded. He slowly lowered her down.

When she was on her feet, he joked with her with a faint smile, "Hans broke the team's strength record, so I won't be as self-conscious as you." ”

Lu Ling couldn't help laughing, but she hurriedly warned him, "Amber, what happened just now must not happen again." ”

"Got it, boss. Patrick stared into her eyes for two seconds, she was serious, at least she wanted to tell him this. He rolled his gaze and muttered like a little boy, "Every time you call me by my last name, I think I must have done something wrong." ”

Lu Ling struggled to hold back a laugh. She looked at the time, then said, "It's time for you to go home and sleep." There's a lot going on tomorrow. ”

"Good. ”

"When is Zoe coming back?"

"My mom and dad and Anna are on holiday in Spain and should be staying in Barcelona for a while. I went back to London, but they all went to Barcelona and I guess they didn't like me very much. Anyway, Zoe will come back with them. ”

Lu Ling likes to hear Patrick talk about his parents and sister, and it always feels very warm. She asked, "Will you sell your house in Barcelona?"

Patrick shook his head, "I like that house, and my parents say they're going to go to Barcelona for a month every year, and I'm going to charge them rent." My dad took the initiative to mention it, and I have already told them, the rent is not cheap. ”

"Good idea. Lu Ling applauded.

"I thought so too. I'll be richer because of it. Patrick raised an eyebrow. After he finished speaking, he turned around and went to the couch to pick up his mobile phone, with multiple messages and several missed calls.

The P group for QPR was buzzing today, and Patrick had spoken a few words in the group before, and they are still chatting. He took a casual look, and it turned out that Leon had just said that he would return to west London before the start of the first round of the league, implying that he would not be going anywhere this summer. She had just called Leon, and it turned out that this was the matter to be finalized. Teammates were excited about the news. Ian said in the tone of a captain: "We're the strongest, we're going to fucking win all the championships. Patrick saw Benjamin Hamilton lazily replying to an aye captain in the group, a bit like his usual virtues, except that he always said that to Tina. He sent an emoji and exited the program. Next, check the missed calls. There were two calls from Phil, and as soon as Patrick wanted to dial back, Phil's message came: [Pat, do you want No. 7?]

Oh, this thing. Patrick flapped the back of his phone. In fact, the club and its many sponsors, including Adidas, want him to continue to wear the number 7. Steve said the same, and even his parents and Anna suggested it. It was a lucky number, and he really liked it.

Lu Ling accidentally caught a glimpse of Phil's name as he walked up to Patrick. She knew it at a glance, but she didn't speak.

Patrick looked up, his brow furrowed slightly. He asked, "Does Phil like the number seven?"

Her eyes moved, giving him an affirmative answer. "Let's talk to him tomorrow, I know this number means a lot to both of you. She said.

"I thought so too. Patrick smiled and replied to Phil, "I'll go to Harrington tomorrow, man, we can talk about that then. 】

He finished sending messages and put away his phone. His gaze fell on her tousled hair, and before she could react, he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'm happy today, boss. Good night. His voice was low, soft as the moonlight tonight. He also wanted to tell her that he dreamed of me, but in the end he just said, "Sweet dream." ”

"I'm happy too, Pat. By the way, you said I was dressed very formally today, yes, because today is a day to remember. Good night. After Lu Ling finished speaking, he slapped his arm, and the fist was landing on the tattoo.

Patrick glanced at it, a smile on his lips. He rubbed his arms and walked out the door. He slowly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and without looking back, he shook the keys in his hand proudly, "Maybe I'll visit you in the middle of the night...... Also, I know we're good guys in private, players and coaches at the club, and I haven't done anything wrong, so why do you keep beating me up......"

Lu Ling remembered that he had said something similar before, and that he had never returned the key to her. Of course, she didn't ask him for it. 166 Reading Network