Two years later.

The crowd in Columbus Square is still the same, the plane trees are growing more and more luxuriant, the bronze sculptures continue to point their fingers into the distance, all the passage of time seems to have come to a standstill here, and the wandering artists have come and gone, and new blood and art have been injected into this avenue.

Carlos comes here every week to sit down, rain or shine, bring a lollipop and a glass of water, and then feed the seabirds and make a sketch on the bench to the left of the statue.

The sixteen-year-old blonde boy has grown very tall, with a height of 1.8 meters and deep and handsome facial features, and the girls in the school are crazy about him. Sometimes, these girls would be bold enough to come to La Masia to watch him train and compete. When someone on the sidelines shouted "Carlos, come on", he would subconsciously look into the audience, but the beautiful girl with long black hair never appeared again.

It's a sunny day, and the June sun makes the undulating waves sparkle like fine pieces of gold leaf scattered across the vast expanse of the sea. Carlos looked at it for a moment, peeled off the rainbow lollipop, took it into his mouth, and then picked up a paintbrush to carefully outline the lines.

"Hello, can you draw us a sketch?" The girl with the little freckles asked him with a red face, and the shorter companion next to him did not dare to look at him, and wrapped her arms around her tightly.

On this avenue full of encounters and hormones, a mature girl, a young and shy beauty, or a girl who is just beginning to fall in love have all expressed his affection to him ambiguously.

Carlos didn't look up, continued to paint, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not a painter, if you want to sketch, please turn right and go straight." ”

The short girl blushed suddenly, and pulled the freckled girl to leave, but the freckled girl was not happy, and said, "Aren't you sketching?" What's wrong with helping us draw? ”

This time Carlos didn't say anything more, he finished the last few strokes, put the water and the sketchbook back in his backpack, and strode away, ignoring the girls behind him.

His painting skills become more and more sophisticated, but the protagonist is only the same.

Carlos would look far away in the direction of the New World, and then draw his imagination of the girl as she was now, and whenever he sat in Columbus Square, he would feel that they were so close that it seemed that their hearts could be together.

The tattoo on the chest is slightly hot.

Not long ago, he was notified of the trial for Barcelona's Under-19s, and the results of the medical examination and comprehensive results showed that Carlos was very good, and the Under-19 coach was quite impressed.

The new season is about to begin, and the Under-19s did not perform well last season, and the coaches needed to bring in better talent, and the La Masia coaches were struggling with how to get Carlos better training and make him grow better, so they recommended the rising star to the U19s.

The U19 is the professional football of adults, and to move up to this team means better development and greater challenges, but there is no doubt that Carlos Guò has done all the projects, and this afternoon, he will sign this contract with the coach.

After taking a shower in the dormitory, he changed into a slightly more formal suit and headed to the coach's office.

He didn't have an agent, but before that, Shen Ke gave him a lot of legal knowledge, so that he could open his eyes and see clearly, don't be cheated, and he also chirped and said a large list of players who had legal disputes that had been delayed.

Shen Ke has successfully become a freshman in the law department, studying in Madrid, he has a flexible mind, outstanding social, good at improvisation, and worldly and sleek, in this famous foreign school, with the identity of Chinese, the two are brothers, but also friends, often exchange phone calls, Carlos has been able to use Chinese to talk to him daily, Chinese speaks very good.

"Hello, Coach Pelle." Carlos shook hands with him.

Pelle gave him a hug: "Look at our future Under-19 midfielder, it's really good. "I have to say that Pelle is very happy with him and he also hopes to bring in the talent before other teams poach him.

"Without further ado, look at it, this is a contract." Pelle handed the contract to Carlos.

There were no legal traps in this contract, and Carlos simply skipped the other paragraphs and looked back.

"After our unanimous discussion, it was decided to give you a weekly salary of 2,000 euros for a three-year contract, what do you think?" Pelle said, "Carlos, this is the best we can give you at the moment. ”

Carlos nodded, knowing that Pelle had done his best to come up with such a contract, and for a young player who had not yet been tested, a contract with such a high weekly salary was a big gamble.

Of course, such a weekly salary also depends on who it is compared with, but at the current level of Carlos, it is quite a considerable number. Carlos was also a little moved. With such a sum of money, he was able to buy more and more pearl bracelets for Bella.

But after just a moment's pause, Carlos came to his senses, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said, "Coach Pelle, I'm sorry, I want to ask a question first." ”

"You ask."

"What is my playing percentage this season after signing?" Carlos looked up at the heroic coach in front of him.

Pelle was obviously stunned, he looked at this slightly immature teenager with a fixed face, took a deep breath and said, "Not much, but I promise you will play." ”

"I see what you mean." Carlos remained calm, handing the contract back to Pelle, saying, "I don't think this contract is for me. Mr. Coach, let me give you a new contract. ”

Without waiting for Pelle to speak, Carlos continued: "200 euros a week, a two-year contract, but guarantee my playing rate this season, how about it? ”

The boy's voice is a magnetic mid-bass, like a clear lake when it's calm.

Pelle's eyes widened, and he whispered, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"I know." Carlos had a determined look in his eyes.

"Two hundred euros and two thousand euros, you have to know the difference." Pelle knocked on the table, "I'll ask again, are you sure?" ”

Carlos stood up, propped his hands on the desk, his height of 1.8 meters made the desk short, "Coach, 200 euros, let me play this season, before next season, you have the opportunity to sublease or sell me at a high price." It's a bargain. ”

Pelle thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll ask someone to revise the contract, wait a minute." ”

The revised contract was quickly signed, and Carlos shook Pelle's hand again and walked out of the office.

Under the sun, he walked firmly with every step, and Pelle sighed at the slender back, "Good luck." ”

The club offered 2,000 euros because of Carlos' potential, and they believe that this teenager with extraordinary achievements will bring new blood to the team. He's only 16 years old this year, so it's a good contract for anyone to train at the Under-19s for a year and then he'll be a regular in the team the following year.

There are so many players who flock to football every year, but how many actually make it to the audience? From the Under-19s to the reserves, from the reserves to the first team, it's a chasm.

You don't see, how many players who are over 19 years old are still in the youth team and can't move.

But Carlos didn't want that, he had to speed up, he told himself that he couldn't let up and give up in the slightest, he had to play in the season he joined the U19s, instead of watching from the sidelines, sitting on the bench silently, waiting until this bunch of people retired, and then playing the next year, he couldn't afford to wait.

Through his clothes, he touched the tattoo on his chest, Bella, I will stand on top of the world and let you be the first to see me.

At the end of the contract, he asked the coach for four days off before returning to the team for training, and the coach generously agreed.

On a sunny day, Carlos wore a simple blue and white striped casual suit and walked into Amprat Airport.

He had said goodbye to his brunette girl here twice, and this time, he wanted to be presumptuous and go to her.

The plane took off, Carlos put on an eyepatch, and this time, the "Lania" would take him to the New World, to the places he looked at every week, to the places he longed for the most, to the places where Bella was.

*

Su Qingjia practiced in the piano room, compared to the heat of Barcelona, Philadelphia obviously has four distinct seasons, in June, it is still slightly cool here, and a thin shirt has to be added at night.

Lilith, who was smoking a mint cigarette, crossed her legs, her thin red black high heels silently revealed her charm, and the black glass stockings wrapped her calves from the ankles up, obviously she came to class, but Lilith liked to dress like she was going to attend an upper-class party in the next second, a small black dress with a thin red rhinestone waist chain, showing her charming figure, she wore a bright red lip gloss, and the action of puffing smoke was like a movie screen.

Lilith is the charming female professor Su Qingjia met at the beginning of school, she is a famous cold and glamorous beauty in the school, but it is said that her age is a secret, and no one knows about the media and students for so long, in addition to being a pianist, she is also a designer, and she has a lot of status in the fashion industry.

Of course, she is still a piano teacher, and she always secretly wants to compete with Louis for students.

Louis couldn't resist her, and the apprentice was a girl, thinking that Su Qingjia could learn something from her, although he didn't let go, he still often asked Lilith to teach Su Qingjia a lesson.

After staying here for two years, Su Qingjia has basically figured out the temper of the teachers, Lilith is one of the representatives, a typical dark wind royal sister, who can play the female version of "Fifty Shades of Grey" with a whip, and she is full of drama.

Looking at Lilith who was still spitting smoke rings, Su Qingjia felt that this name was really good, but wasn't she just a witch?