The Mediterranean climate of the Apennine Peninsula resembles that of a shy maiden.

The sun was shining just now.

Su Qin ate a piece of pasta, and bursts of thunder came from outside the window.

Statham was still humming an unknown Italian tune in the kitchen.

Little did he know that his employer was now in a very awkward moment.

“Hello， Mr. José Mourinho！”

Su Qin really didn't understand Italian, so in desperation, he could only greet Mourinho in English.

Su Qin knew.

As a madman, he wouldn't call himself for no reason.

Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was already very proficient in Italian and reported to his home.

Mourinho clearly has his intentions.

Everyone knows that the madman learns Italian after coming to Inter.

It is estimated that the madman wants him to learn Italian as soon as possible, so as to speed up the integration time into the team.

"Hello, Sue, it's great to have you joining Inter!"

"Believe me, coming to Inter Milan from Barcelona will definitely be the right decision in your life!"

After a brief self-introduction, Mourinho quickly switched back to the English channel.

"Yes, sir, I also think it will be the right decision of my life!"

"Alright, young man, let's get down to business!"

"Actually, to be honest, my plan was to bring Hleb in Barcelona at the same time as Samuel [Eto'o] in Barcelona."

"Inter's wings aren't fast."

"However, after I saw the video of your game, I gave up on the idea."

"I offered Moratti to buy you."

"I don't want you because you're cheap!"

"Remember, that's very important."

"I see what makes you different from others."

"Don't be upset because Barcelona dislikes your feet, football, it's not just sports at your feet!"

"Keep practising your header to grab points!"

"By the way, gain muscle and lift the weight!"

"I've already said hello to the club, and after the holidays, you should hurry back to the club to build muscle, Italian football needs a strong body."

"And ........"

"I can't guarantee your playing time, but I know that maybe at some point one day, Inter will need your header!"

It took more than 10 minutes.

Mourinho patiently arranged all the training plans for him in front of an 18-year-old Barcelona outcast whom he had never seen with his own eyes and who was not favored by everyone.

I was a little confused at the beginning.

After arriving, Su Qin picked up the pen on the table and began to record on the napkin.

It wasn't until finally Mourinho had finished everything he had said that the phone suddenly went silent.

"Sir?"

"Oh, that's all I have to say!"

"Thank you, sir, pls for the muscle building program...."

"Don't worry, you can enjoy your vacation first, but the team will train on July 15th, don't be late!"

"Okay, sir, what I actually want to ask is, can muscle building training start tomorrow!"

"Huh?"

Mourinho on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.

But after a little thought, Mourinho reacted.

Holiday?

Well, that's supposed to be a luxury for those who have enjoyed honor.

"No problem, I'll call to arrange it, it's nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mourinho!"

"You don't need to call me sir, just call me head!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

There was no response, and Mourinho hung up.

"Hey! Sue! Is Mourinho? ”

After Su Qin hung up the phone, Statham came to Su Qin's side with his plate of pasta that had already been cold and asked with a gossipy face.

"Yes!"

Shrugged.

Su Qin replied!

"Haha, Sue, I just said you'd make it! Jose never underestimated anyone. ”

"Even if it's a stone ...... in the toilet"

It was clear that Statham wanted to use an Italian proverb to encourage Su Qin, and he would soon shine.

However, when the words came to his lips, Statham felt that something was wrong.

How can you say that your employer is a stone in the toilet?

"I'm sorry, Sue, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the toilet in Italian for beach!"

These two words are pronounced very closely! My English always fails from time to time. ”

"Anyway, what I mean is that if Mourinho calls you, it means that you must be in Mourinho's squad plan for the new season!"

"Now, all you have to do is work hard to build muscle according to the muscle-building plan that Mourinho told you?"

Muscle Gain Program?

Didn't this guy go to the kitchen with a plate to avoid suspicion?

How did he know Mourinho had made himself gain muscle?

Su Qin raised his head and looked at Statham.

It's a pity that Statham's cheekiness didn't react at all, not only was he not embarrassed, but Statham even licked his face and smiled at Su Qin.

"Sue, I actually know a little bit about gaining muscle!"

"The most important thing to gain muscle is the regulation of diet."

"You wait, starting tonight, I'll make you a nutritious meal specifically for muscle gain."

"You don't know, I actually ran a cattle farm for a while before I was with Raiola."

"This man gains muscle, and the reason is actually similar to that of beef growing meat....."

All right!

The warmth of pasta and sunlight finally disappeared from Statham's mouth at this moment.

.............................

The rain was still falling.

Inside the building of the Inter Milan club.

Mourinho didn't stop after hanging up Su Qin's phone.

"Diego!"

"Trust me, 30 is the age you are at your peak!"

"Genoa is not for you!"

"Am you going to waste your best time in relegation battles?"

"How many more thirty do you think you have?"

"Now, there is only one stable and powerful No. 9 left in my blueprint."

"You're my choice!"

When he said this, Su Qin's figure suddenly flashed in Mourinho's mind.

However, Mourinho soon abandoned the idea.

The kid was only 18 years old, and although he had a good header, his body was too thin for him to withstand the impact of the rough defenders in Serie A.

It will take at least a year to transform him!

However, I can't wait.

Let that kid learn from Milito.

At least if you fight on three fronts, you should be able to free up some game time.

Click!!

There was a thunderclap outside the window.

And Mourinho also heard a satisfactory response on the other end of the phone in the increasingly wild rainstorm.

He stood up and rubbed his legs, which were a little numb.

The madman's fierce gaze looked out the window.

That year!

Jose Mourinho is only 46 years old.

His hair was just a little mottled.

His back was not as bent as it had been so many years later.

Suddenly.

Rain break!

The sun pierced the dark clouds that had just shrouded Milan.

It's as if I've been scared away by the madman's recklessness.

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Thanks to the book friends.... 121 big guy's tip, thank you for the dragon D830 big guy's tip.

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