Ross Barkley had just finished fully relaxed when he said goodbye to the team's masseur and walked out of the room. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and he was certainly the last player to leave Finch Farm. But suddenly he heard a sound from the gym, and he wondered to himself, which guy was working harder than him?

The door wasn't completely closed, and when he was about to get to the door, he saw someone inside.

The head coach is doing push-ups. He was sweating profusely, as if he had just come out of the water, and his brow was furrowed. He had gauze tied to his left hand. Rose asked in training sessions, and the Spaniard said it was hot coffee.

Ross was a little surprised, he turned around and wanted to leave, but looked a few more times.

Mr. Flores quickly finished a set, which seemed to be fifty. Then he jumped up and walked over to the other side of the equipment and started doing pull-ups. He did it very quickly and his movements were standard, but he was panting a little loudly, probably because of the pain in the wound on his left hand.

Rose thought it was weird. It's not like your average gym. He thought of the photo of him and Christine kissing at Anfield that caused a frenzy of retweets on Twitter today...... In fact, today whenever the Spaniard is not around, his team-mates are making fun of it.

Maybe it's because of this?, Ross thought. But it's a little bit like him.

Rose shook his head, too lazy to think about it, he had no interest in looking any further, and turned to leave.

Nicholas glanced at the door, his gaze a little glazed. He drank some water. Walked on the treadmill.

Twenty minutes later, he got off the treadmill, sweat already pouring down like rain. He took a shower, changed his clothes, picked up his bag and walked out. When he met a few club employees, he smiled and nodded and said goodnight.

It's cold outside, and the snow is freezing.

When Nicholas returned home, it was past eleven o'clock. If she was there, she would throw herself into his arms and say Nick, why are you so slow.

There is a string of keys on the table.

He knew, she was gone.

There was no trace of her in the house, except for the Everton shirt on the sofa. Nicholas stared at the key for two seconds, then he walked over and picked up his jersey from the couch. He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, it was a familiar smell that could not be more infatuated. Then, he walked to the wine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Finally, he turned off the lights downstairs and went upstairs.

****

Lu Ling woke up on time at six o'clock. Her body clock wasn't disrupted by the sleep she had yesterday.

She woke up in a shower, then turned on the TV, made a bowl of cereal, and drank a cup of coffee. Go out on time at seven o'clock. By less than eight o'clock, she was already sitting in her office with her second cup of coffee. She prepared for the meeting a bit, then looked at her watch, she still had enough time to take a run.

Normally she would run on the treadmill for forty minutes, but today she went straight to the training ground.

The wind was a little strong and it was raining lightly. She put on her hood. Start running.

In the winter, at this point, the sky is not fully bright, it is a rainy day, and Harrington is still quiet. Lu Ling's ears gradually only left the sound of the wind and his own breathing, and the sound of his feet stepping on the lawn. Those two cups of coffee didn't bring her to her senses, but now she's completely sober.

Her speed is getting faster and faster, and with more than ten years of exercise habits, running has never been a difficult thing for her. She ran lap after lap around the training ground, but it didn't seem like she had finished a lap because she never saw the finish line.

Patrick emerges from the car and bumps into John, and they talk casually as they walk to the locker room. When talking about the kiss between the manager and the Everton manager the night before, the pretty boy lost interest in talking. He looked up again and saw a familiar figure on the training ground.

"Oh, it's the boss. John laughed as he watched Patrick stand still and urged.

"You go first. Patrick patted John on the shoulder.

The rain was a bit heavy, but fortunately she was wearing a hoodie. How long did she run?

Patrick walked over to the training ground. Grabbed her arm as she ran past him.

Before Lu Ling could react to what was happening, she looked up blankly, only to know that it was Paitra who had stopped her.

Her hair, half exposed outside her hat, was wet. There was also some rain on the face. Patrick stared at her, a little shocked. He couldn't say it, he felt that her whole person was no longer lustre, she was still beautiful, but ...... It was as if she had lost all her vitality all at once.

But she smiled at him, "Good morning, Pat." ”

"Good morning. How long have you been running?"

"I don't know, what time is it?"

"Half past nine. ”

“Oh**!” Lu Ling cursed and walked into the building. At ten o'clock, she needs to take a shower and change her clothes.

"Tina, when are you back?" asked Patrick behind her.

She didn't seem to hear, didn't look back, didn't answer him.

****

The most important part of the meeting is the recruitment.

Later, Rice asked Everton's young defender Mason Holgate, and the director of football asked Everton if they would like to go on loan, depending on the situation, and if it is good, they can be signed in the summer.

Lu Ling looked at the iPad and didn't look up, but she said: "Rice, I still prefer Glenn Mitchell from Brighton and Everton, don't ask." ”

Rice glanced at the manager, but she didn't look at him, still keeping her head down. Maybe she'd asked her close friend yesterday if Nick wasn't going to let him go, he thought. He then shrugged his shoulders, "But Brighton's asking price of 20 million pounds is too exaggerated." ”

Truly. However, if her vision is correct, the player's value is likely to rise to 25 million, or even 30 million, in the summer, and there is a good chance that a big club will join the competition.

Lu Ling hesitated and said, "Talk to them again, you also think that kid is good, don't you?" Tony's side, I'll talk. Maybe he's willing to pay for it. ”

Tony had been in a relationship with her before, maybe Malaysian...... Plus Lawrence Jr. is about to take a stake in the club......

Lu Ling thought in his heart that it was still possible to negotiate this deal. And once agreed, if nothing else, Mensah and Glenn Mitchell will be her main centre-back pairing. When the time comes, the defense of this team, she smiled, maybe it's a little early to think about this. After all, Glenn Mitchell hasn't been signed yet, and captain Nedham won't be fully benched, at least not this season.

As she walked out of the conference room, she heard someone behind her faintly talking about the kiss she had with Nick in the car. She paused slightly.

"Kristen and Nick are really careless people......"

Her name and his name are still being put together, and everyone thinks they are still in love. On social media and in newspapers, there is still a lot of talk about it.

Lu Ling didn't continue to listen and walked out. She still has a lot of work to do, a lot.

****

After recovering from his sexual training in the afternoon, Patrick receives a call from his agent, Steve, in the locker room. They chatted about the boy's attendance at the FIFA awards ceremony the day after tomorrow and the Addidas commercial. Steve has negotiated a contract with Adidas for Trek, and he's no longer a signed player with Nike. After that, his Adidas image will be all over the streets.

"There's one thing, Patrick......" Steve said from there.

Patrick wanted to end the call as much as he could, and he wanted to go to the manager's office.

"Let's get back to that, Steve. He said.

"Christine called me yesterday morning in Liverpool. She was in dire need of a car back to London. I don't really know what happened, but she spoke to me in a very lost tone. I'm a little worried, maybe I'll wait until I get back to London...... "Steve is still in the US." As a broker, sometimes he has to care about the private life of his clients.

"I've got to hang up. Patrick hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

The locker room was still talking about Tina's gossip, and in the past two days, everywhere you go, you can hear people talking about it.

The headline given by The Sun is a gimmick:

SpainishkissChristinewouldsayit’sFrench!

Spanish Hot Kiss?Christine will tell you that this is French (wet kiss)

The accompanying photos are also very beautiful. The two did kiss as if no one was in the car, and it was in front of a group of fans.

Patrick walked straight out, and a few teammates called him behind him, and he didn't look back, just waved his hand.

When he walked to Tina's office, before he could speak, she was already smiling and looking up at him and saying, "Hey, Pat, you're not gone yet, that's great." I was about to call you and I have time now. Let's go to Wimbledon. I want to see my Christmas presents. By the way, how are Zoe doing these two days?"

Patrick looked at her face, she hid it well, but she was so sad.

What's going on?

He frowned, wanting to ask, but didn't.

"Zoe is good. Let's go over now. ”

****

Lu Ling was still working in the car. She has several scouting reports and match analyses that she needs to read urgently, as well as a number of loan or purchase requests from other clubs.

Patrick drove the car and didn't speak.

After a while, he asked, "Have you thought of a name?"

She looked up, then smiled and shook her head.

"Gotta wait for me to see, won't I?"

"Tina?" Patrick glanced at her phone, what she seemed to be reading.

"What?" she didn't look up.

“…… Are you okay?"

"That's good. She smiled and looked at him. It was as if he had asked a stupid question.

Patrick didn't speak again.

Soon, they arrived at Wimbledon's horse farm. Patrick had called ahead of time, and someone was waiting for them. The foal is taken care of by a very young girl, older than Patrick, but younger than Lu Ling.

The little girl's name is Amy. Loved horses. Ever since I saw them, I kept talking, and from time to time I would sneak a glance at the pretty boy. Looking at Lu Ling's gaze, he was full of admiration. Obviously, she knew the identities of the two men.

"I don't know what you're going to call him for, but I've been calling him Storm lately, and oh, he's a bad boy, not very docile. Every horse has a different personality, and Storm may not be a good boy, but he will definitely make you fall in love with him at first sight. I've seen a lot of horses, and it's not often that he's so beautiful. ”

Lu Ling kept smiling and nodding, but didn't say much. She didn't know much about horses and couldn't ask many questions.

Finally, they arrived at the stable.

Lu Ling saw him at a glance.

He's so pretty. Still a foal indeed. She walked over.

The black fur is shiny. It looks cute, but it's already very robust.

Amy said, "You have to talk to him, he probably hasn't seen you yet." The horse's eyesight is not very good. ”

Only then did Lu Ling look into his eyes. His eyes moved. Somewhat alert.

"Hi, my pretty boy. Lu Ling touched his head. Then she heard Pat behind her say, "I thought you were calling me". She looked back at him and smiled. Continue talking to the foal, "I'm Christine, and I think we're going to be good friends. ”

The black pony blinked. He wasn't frightened, and he wasn't grumpy. His head tilted towards Lu Ling's hand.

"He seems to like you. I was worried that he would ......" Amy touched him halfway through before continuing: "I'd better go out first, but I'm outside, and I'll be called if there's something to call me." Then she walked out.

"He's so small. By the way, I never asked him about his breed and age. Lu Ling continued to touch the foal and asked.

Patrick stood next to her, "Thoroughbreds, just over a year old. ”

Lu Ling smiled, "Hey, pretty boy, when you grow up, you'll win a lot of competitions." "Thoroughbreds are a breed of hybrid horses bred by the British hundreds of years ago, and they are born running champions.

"Like us. Patrick also touched the foal, "Tina, give him a name." ”

Lu Ling withdrew his hand and looked at the black foal. Little by little, her smile disappeared, her eyes were a little hollow, and her thoughts seemed to drift away.

After a while. Patrick heard her mutter, "Blackhorsecross, whata**ingcoincide......nce!" Cross, this damn coincidence!)"

Patrick didn't understand what she meant, but it dawned on him that he had chosen the wrong color.

Amy's voice rang out, "Excuse me, how is Storm him?"

Lu Ling turned his head and smiled again, "He's good, very good, I mean." ”

"Have you figured out a name?" Amy asked with a smile.

"Loca." A word popped out of Lu Ling's mouth.

"Spanish?" Amy asked.

"Yes. Crazy, angry. I don't quite remember either. Didn't you say he's a bad boy? I think it's a good fit for him. Lu Ling said and glanced at Patrick, "Pat, what do you think?"

Patrick looked at her, "That's the name." If you like it, I like it. ”

"Well, he's called Luka. After Lu Ling finished speaking, he turned around and touched Luka again. "Luca, Luca, my Luca. ”

****

They came out of the horse farm. Patrick asks what he wants to eat for the night.

Lu Ling thought for a while, "I'm not hungry. If you have time, send me back to Harrington. ”

Patrick nodded.

She pulled out her phone, as if checking her email again. In the middle she muttered a few words to herself about the winter transfer. Which player on the team might be leaving, which player she thinks is good, etc.

She always laughs when she says it. Patrick saw her smile like that, and felt confused.

"What's going on, Tina?" he finally asked.

It was quiet in the car for a while.

Lu Ling put away his phone and looked out the window, it was almost Harrington. She asked, "When are you going to Zurich tomorrow?"

She didn't hear his question.

"Noon. Patrick shouted, "Tina......

"You deserve the Puskas Prize, I've seen a couple of goals this year and yours is the best. She interrupted him.

"Thank you. Patrick drove into the parking lot.

Before Lu Ling got out of the car, he smiled and said to him, "Good luck tomorrow." Also, thank you for the gift, Pat, I love Luca. ”

He said, "You're welcome, if you like it." He grabbed her again and asked, "Are you happy?"

She still laughed like that, but finally said the truth, "No." And I don't think I'll be going to be for a long time. ”