To be fair, that hand didn't cross the distance, and anyone in the vicinity would probably be holding a hand. Benjamin happened to be nearby. So Benjamin hugged Lu Ling's waist, and because of inertia, he pulled her into his arms. That's a two-second thing, though. Lu Ling didn't look at him, and said "thank you" and pushed him away. Then, she turned to Phil, who was getting up from the ground, "You have a problem with your balance, and starting next week, you're going to start learning yoga." ”

That's an unmistakable tone. Phil grimaced, and a lot of photography and videography were around them. He knew that the scene just now must have been filmed, and it was estimated that someone would intercept it and put it on the Internet, which would surely attract ridicule. Maybe he should be thankful to Benjamin for not letting his boss fall, or else his fate might have been even worse. Learn yoga, oh, fuck she's so punishing. Phil covered his mouth and discussed, "Can it be changed to taekwondo or something?" and he saw that Benjamin was still standing beside her, his head hanging slightly. Damn, my fucking philosophical remarks on the bus that day turned out to be shit for Benjamin Hamilton, the bastard! Anyway, sooner or later, he's going to get beaten up by Patter.

"Yoga. Don't forget. After Lu Ling finished speaking, he added, "It's good for you." Whether it's on the field or in bed. ”

Phil was in place, how could she be so convincing?!"No problem, boss. As soon as he finished speaking......

Benjamin suddenly looked up and said, "I have good balance and flexibility, and my fitness is ...... Not bad. ”

Is Hamilton taking his boss for an idiot with him?!"Shit!" Phil commented.

Benjamin smiled slightly. The wind ran through the back of his neck and dried the sweat.

On the last day of February, he and she stood in the middle of Wembley. The last bit of afterglow vanished at the start of the game, when night fell and lights lit up the verdant turf on all sides of the pitch. The rainbow bridge above them shimmered blue and white. Pale blue and deep white. Benjamin suddenly remembered that these were the two favorite colors of his youth. The stands were only half empty, and all the blue and white fans remained, presumably some West Brom fans and neutral fans remained.

It's the mecca of English football. Any English player who has won any title here should be rejoicing and grateful.

But I may not have any sense of honor. I'm a terrible person. The smile on Benjamin's face was self-deprecating. I wasn't thinking about my first career title at Wembley, I was thinking about the moment I put my arms around her waist, and the smell of her was still in my nose. I'm not Patrick Amber, or even Phil Beasley, they're fighting for glory and dreams. And I just don't want a life that lacks passion. Because I think football is the most passionate sport and the most complex sport, that's why I'm here today. With the girl I love. But the girl I love will not look at me with her beautiful eyes no matter what.

Benjamin looked to the sidelines with a smile mask, where hat-trick hero Henk de Graff and the world's best player, Patrick Amber, were giving a television interview. Oh, and she's going to be interviewed soon. Benjamin retracted his gaze and responded to Phil's words with a smile, "Whatever." ”

Phil gave Benjamin a strange look. The fellow's silver-white hair swayed pale blonde in the light. His thoughts didn't stop, and many of his teammates came over. Bouncing and jumping, some even humming fan songs in their mouths. Like Gonzalo's idiot, he's singing songs that QPR fans wrote for himself. How could there be such a stupid person in this world?, Phil thought. He looked back at Ian and Hans, who had always been close. But Ian doesn't talk much when he doesn't give those motivational speeches, Hans never talks much, and two dull people are dumb compared to each other?

"That's the first one. Lu Ling said to Phil. "I can tell you, my plans for this season aren't just this one. ”

"Got it, boss, I'm a ambitious man, I'm going to pile trophies all over Tianna's room!" Phil grunted, laughing, patting the head coach on the back. He looked at Benjamin with a smug gaze, but somehow a little sympathy arose in his heart. Never mind. Phil looked away. He hadn't bathed in love, and he hadn't tasted the hurt and pain of love, but he had fucking seen movies.

Lu Ling let go of Phil, and then opened his arms at Benjamin. He was stunned for a full second before he hugged her. She felt the arms around her waist tighten again, and she showed forbearance. She covered her mouth with her left hand and said, "You're my player, I don't hate hugging you, but please never put your hand on my waist again." The hand around her waist did not let up at all, and she continued, "You played very well, I am sure that you will become a legend, please don't make me regret bringing you to this club." ”

Benjamin was dumbfounded. He was not a rude person, in fact, he was well educated, and he understood from an early age that when hugging a lady who was not close, the lady's waist could not be touched casually. Except for her, he has never been so "unreasonable" to anyone. It's the last time, is that the case? Even if you score a goal in the future, you can't touch it, right?

She knew his **, she knew his love, but she just wanted to take a basin of ice water and douse it.

…… There were some things she didn't know.

"I'll be twenty-one years old in three days," he whispered in her ear. "He didn't know what he wanted to say," ...... There is something I want to tell you. I'll go find you when I'm ready, okay?" she agreed. Little by little he had to let go of her. She immediately left his arms and walked towards the other players.

It's naïve and cold.

****

When captain Ian Parker lifted the trophy, Patrick was nearby. He saw the fans in the stands all holding up their phones. So many mobile phone lights flickered, so many blue and white silver pieces of paper danced, like stars falling and flickering. Patrick thought that this was the first championship. He looked at her, met her gaze, and he knew she thought the same thing.

The smell of champagne fills the locker room. The players waited a long time for the manager to come, and the last one to enter the dressing room was Alice. So the chief team doctor was sprayed with champagne instead of the head coach.

“a-bomb!! a-bomb!! a-bomb!!”

They shouted rhythmically. Alice glanced at the crowd and realized how wise her decision not to date the player was. Players and fanatical fans alike have a little boy or girl inside of them who will pop up every now and then and force you to be their mother!

Phil abruptly stopped shouting and asked Alice, "Where's the boss? I just looked at Twitter, isn't the press conference over?"

Alice didn't quite know either, she was frowning as the door to the dressing room was pushed open again. The players immediately went into a state of emergency readiness, almost with champagne in their hands. It was first-team coach Darryl who suffered this time. Daryl didn't expect to be so "loved" at all.

Tim and Alice looked at each other, knowing that the boys had been disappointed again. I waited all night to spray Kristen Lu, but unfortunately I couldn't wait.

At this point, Patrick came out of the shower. Twenty pairs of eyes cast on Patrick Amber, wrapped in a bath towel.

Patrick froze, frowning slightly.

Glenn was an honest kid. "Pat, where's the boss?"

Leon slapped him over. "Pat is the same as us, and he doesn't know. The Uruguayan winked at Patrick after speaking, with the virtue of "enough buddy".

Patrick shook his head, "No idea. ”

"I don't believe it. "John wasn't an honest kid, but he was a kid who didn't get beaten. This time, it was Phil who slapped him in the face.

John rubbed the back of his head, "Tell me about it." ”

Patrick walked over to his locker. I really should consider adopting Phil. Can cook, bake, don't covet Tina, but will protect Tina. However, he really didn't know where Tina had gone. But he can guess that Nate is here today, most likely to meet the Americans. He was going to send her a message telling her that he was waiting for her at home and that he would pick her up in Harrington if needed. Tonight is far from over. He glanced at Ben again. Ben also looked over. Patrick noticed that Ben didn't have champagne, and there wasn't any around him. Ben was the first to look away. Patrick decided to talk to him another day.

Finally, Josh, the press officer, came over and passed the word. The head coach has returned to Harrington and she wants everyone to enjoy the evening.

Tim saw that everyone was a little disappointed, so he seriously proposed, "You save a dozen, and give it to Christine Luyi when you win the championship next time." ”

"But I ...... a hat-trick today," Henk said depressedly.

Thorin also lamented and put down the champagne, "It's been so long in vain. ”

Gonzalo dangled his shaggy hair, "I was waiting to see the wet Kristen Lu." "A slap in the face, this time it's Ian. Gonzalo hurriedly stuck out his tongue at the captain and apologized to Patrick, who had just put on his jeans. That's not what he meant.

Hans also put down the champagne in his hand. It's rare to be interested today.

Phil suddenly stumbled to the center of the locker room. "Everyone played well today and I'm very satisfied......

Before he could finish his sentence, champagne came from all directions.

"Can't be wasted. Patrick crooked his lips with a slight smile.

"I'm going to kill you......" Phil yelled as he ducked from the champagne column.

……

****

It was a night in Harrington that was extremely peaceful. It was so quiet that Lu Ling felt that he had entered a ghost town. Pillars of headlight swept over the railings of the outer perimeter of a training ground, crawled over the dark turf, and wandered over the brown walls of the nearby hut. Lu Ling got out of the car and walked towards the office building with Nathan Neil.

When she was in the car, she and Nate mainly talked about the game. Nate sometimes enjoys listening to her views on football. It's hard for her to tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing to have an owner who really loves football. It's true that Nate doesn't directly interfere in issues at the competitive level, but what if a football-loving owner is a medigressor?

It was a little cold, and she tightened her coat and quickened her pace, as did the tall American beside her. She found it difficult for her to recall that self from years ago, even her first meeting with Nathan Neal Lawrence. Maybe it's because it's mixed with memories of another person. It was also a cold night.

"Let's go to your office. The American accent said. The light at the door of the office building was on, illuminating his expression, elusive.

Lu Ling did not object.

They arrived at her office. Nathan Neal ordered his bodyguards to wait outside the door. After that, he closed the door.

"Any wine?" asked Nathan Neal, turning around.

Lu Ling took off his coat and pointed to a cabinet.

Nathan Neill threw his coat and walked over to where her finger was pointing.

Lu Ling didn't care about the boss anymore and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was pitch black outside the window, and the glass windows reflected the lights inside. She saw Nathan Nile open a ** champagne through the smooth reflective mirror, and she saw him pour liquid into two goblets. She didn't really want to drink, but maybe she should have a little this night.

She turned and smiled at the American.

Nathan Nill picked up one of the glasses and handed it to the head coach.

"Cheers to the first title of the season. Nathan Neal said.

"For the first one. Lu Ling also raised his glass.

They each took a sip and fell silent.

"Oh, I met Amber Rivera a while ago. Nathan Neal spoke suddenly.

Lu Ling was about to take a second sip, when he heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then continued to bring the wine glass to his lips. She took a sip and said, "How is she?"

"Aren't you paying attention?" asked Nathan Neal, turning his head. They were all facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and their expressions could be seen in the mirror, but he still turned his head.

"Nope. Lu Ling said honestly.

"I think you guys seem to be following each other on Instagram. ”

Lu Ling smiled. "Yes. "It was more than two years ago. "I don't use social media very often, and for me, Instagram or Twitter is just a tool to check some news. ”

Nathan Neal laughed twice, a little mockingly. "She recently had a new relationship, with a famous director, which is quite a sensation. Of course, it's not as strong as your romance with Pat. ”

“good for her”

"It's perfunctory. ”

"And what do you want me to say?"

Nathan Neal finished the liquid in the cup and played with the empty cup. "Looks like you're not Pat's big Mac. After he finished speaking, he curled the corners of his mouth at the reflective plane. "As friends, bless you if we can count as friends. ”

Lu Ling only said thank you.

Nathan Neill glanced at her and continued, "You always knew in your heart that he wasn't me, and you weren't Cindy. Even if he is no longer with you, you will always be his first choice. I think that's the main reason why Amber broke up with him. Amber was conceited in front of me that Pat was going to fall in love with her. "He just didn't tell the young lady that you were never good enough that people should fall in love with you.

"Why talk about this? Time is precious, why don't we get straight to the point?"

Nathan Neal ignored her. "I completely separated sex from love. Not so with Pat. He seems to have had a lot of girlfriends, but apart from you, those girlfriends don't matter to him, whether they go or stay. He used another way to separate the **. ”

"You're Nate, he's Pat. Lu Ling said lightly, "I don't want to evaluate." "This kind of thing is originally different from person to person. For example, Nate and Phil will pay for sex, but Pat will never. Nick is a blend of Nate and Pat's style.

Nathan Neil then looked at his watch, changed his expression, changed his tone. "Why don't you answer me a question first? ”

Lu Ling turned his head.

"When that LL celebration was exposed, what gentleman's agreement did you draw up with the locker room?"

Lu Ling smiled. Laughed for a while. Nathan Neal on the glass window kept his face strained. She slowly put an end to the inexplicable laugh and began to say, "It was a stupid mistake. I told my players that we can get through the season together and at the end of the season we can vote in the dressing room. If more than half of the people want me to leave, even if you don't fire me, I'll get out. ”

"It's stupid. Nathan Neal scoffed, "That's not how the people play. ”

"Wrong. Lu Ling raised his eyebrows, "The locker room doesn't need the people/lord at all. I should rely on my charisma and ability to dictate/dictatorship. Of course I knew that, but I was so desperate. I need a league title to keep me in the top professional league so that I don't lose the respect that people have for me, and I need a league title to fill the grief of losing my father. I left on my own initiative for this reason. I can't bet. ”

Nathan Neal nodded, as if digesting her words, but perhaps thinking of something else. He was about to open his mouth when there was a knock on the door. 166 Reading Network