Chapter 12
Ben Valen arranged the tactical details to be explained to the team in the next few days in the office, and also studied the opponents for the next few games. When he went to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, he suddenly thought of Zhou Liran.
"Where's Ritter? Did he go out to play?"
"When I arrived, he was still training with Coker on the field," the assistant coach sitting next to him put down his knife and fork and turned to look at Ben Valen. "Didn't you say in the morning that you wanted to let Ritt go for a walk? The kid was about to go out, but when he saw our staff cleaning the footballs, he went over and found a cart to clean the footballs himself."
"What did he say, um..." The assistant coach put his fingers on his temples and pressed them a few times, recalling bit by bit what the staff had told him at the time, "Ritter said that football is their goalkeeper's best partner. If he hadn't seen it, it would have been fine. But since he saw it and he didn't have to be busy with training, he helped clean his partner. The more familiar their goalkeeper is with his partner, the higher the success rate of his saves, because that, um... Ritter said a Chinese proverb, which roughly means that the deeper his understanding of football, the easier it will be for him to succeed in football."
Ben Valen couldn't help but frowning when the assistant coach started talking, and his frown became tighter and tighter as the assistant coach spoke. After the assistant coach finished speaking, he couldn't wait to speak up: "What kind of nonsense is this? How can cleaning footballs be related to improving football skills?"
"Yeah, there's absolutely no connection between the two. It sounds fake," the assistant coach nodded in agreement. "Everyone now thinks that this kid just wanted to help wash the footballs. Although he doesn't talk much, we old people all know that he has the best personality among the players. I remember that he seemed to have always wanted to save money to buy a house nearby and move out. He usually spends money very frugally, but you see, he just got his bonus yesterday and used it all to treat his teammates because they were in a bad mood."
"This kid is really good," the assistant coach also has a son who is about the same age as Zhou Liran. He is at the age of rebellion and desires freedom. His lethality once made the assistant coach regret having a child. "In order to prove that what he said was true, he deliberately pushed the footballs he had cleaned to the field for training. What was the result? He continued to get hit in the face. There is no difference at all from before."
"I see," Ben Valen sighed softly, "No wonder he's short of money. I'll go to Arnesen's place later."
"He's probably going to annoy you to death."
"What's the fuss? This is his job, right? If he doesn't want to do it, there are others who do."
"Hahahaha, so does this include you?"
"Of course, I'm telling you..."
The two men huddled together and continued talking in whispers. Zhou Liran, who was still training on the field, reached out and grabbed the football that was about to bounce out with an expressionless face. He felt desolate inside.
After silencing the system, although he was already feeling uneasy, Zhou Liran still cleaned all the footballs on the cart according to his original plan. Then he brought the footballs directly to the court and called Coker, who had finally gotten up and was walking around, to practice with him.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Liran had good news and bad news.
The good news is that cleaning the football is indeed useful. The first football he cleaned no longer acted coquettishly towards him during training, but instead threw itself directly into his arms and was very gentle.
The bad news is that this only works for the first football.
The remaining football should still be smashed as it should be, without any ambiguity.
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If he goes to the team now to ask for the money to clean up his football, will he be successful? Could it give him a little spiritual comfort?
The same goes for the remaining football. Although the time was different, didn’t he clean them all carefully in the end?
Then he has no credit but is troubled! Even if you continue to hit him, could you use a little less force? Do we have to worry about trivial matters like the first and second order?
[Host, football is a non-living thing and does not have the complex emotions that living things have. Everything is just imitating concepts...]
'Is it not possible for me to complain in my mind? I can't say anything, and you can't let me think about it? I think that if I have to be supervised, is it illegal? '
【But host, 33 can hear it. 】
'You know, I didn't actually want you to hear that. Zhou Liran put the football in the cart, and then followed Cocker to the cafeteria. "Doesn't your main system think that this is too much of an invasion of our host's privacy?"
[Host, do you need psychological counseling? 】
Zhou Liran: ...
Just changing the subject, huh?
[Host, do you need psychological counseling? 】
'Need to use points? Then I don’t want it. '
[Yes, host... host, actually the first time is free. 】
'Okay, then leave it here for now and I'll talk about it when I get home tonight. '
…………
"Ritter, are you going to continue training this afternoon?"
"What's wrong?" Zhou Liran turned his head and looked at Coker, "Do you want to continue training in the afternoon?"
"No, no, no," Coker waved his hands quickly, looking sullen, "I'm going out to play this afternoon. What about you? You're not going to continue training, are you?"
"No," Zhou Liran also shook his head firmly, "I'll go back to the dormitory to sleep in the afternoon."
"ah?"
"You what?"
"No, nothing." Cocker shook his head, but still looked at Zhou Liran with great surprise.
Zhou Liran was looked at with confusion. After finishing his meal, he took a few walks to digest the food and then went straight back to the dormitory to rest. However, just as he got into bed and pulled the quilt over his stomach, the door of his dormitory was pushed open a little bit. Cocker stuck his head in through the gap in the door, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw Zhou Liran really lying on the bed.
"You, you really are sleeping?"
Zhou Liran was stunned for a moment, "What else? Are you still pretending to sleep?"
"What? Did you really go to bed in the afternoon?"
“It’s actually true!”
The door was suddenly pushed open, and several team members who had gone home yesterday appeared outside Zhou Liran's room.
"Ritter, you're actually going to sleep!"
Zhou Liran: ...
Damn, I'm lying on the bed right now! I'm not sleeping, what am I doing?
"Ritter, you never seem to sleep in the afternoon. Are you in a bad mood?"
"Yes, I came to the youth training camp with you. You were not like this when you were 13 years old. At that time, everyone cried during training and lay on the bed, not wanting to go down to training. It was you who dragged us to the court one by one. Our dormitory was the only one that was not scolded by the coach at that time..."
"I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that the football turned into a person and asked me to be responsible for it, otherwise it would beat me up. I woke up from the fright and couldn't fall asleep again. So I'm a little sleepy now and I'm going to take a nap." Zhou Liran sat up and emphasized very seriously: "I'm really just a little sleepy because I didn't get enough sleep."
【Really? Host, did you really have this dream? 】
"Oh my god! Ritter, you, you dreamed that football turned into a woman?"
"Oh, right, Ritter, you've never had a girlfriend. No wonder you had this dream."
"Then you go to sleep first, Ritt. I'll take you on a date someday. My girlfriend's friends are all very pretty. I'll introduce them to you then."
"And me, I can also introduce you to my sister..."
"What do you mean? Didn't you say last time that you would never introduce your sister to us even if I killed you?"
"Then can you compare with Ritt? I introduced my sister to Ritt so that she could embrace happiness, but introducing her to you is like pushing my sister into a fire pit..."
"Who is the fire pit, you XX..."
A group of people left the room noisily, allowing Zhou Liran to start resting. However, Zhou Liran just sat on the bed without moving, and didn't even think about anything.
[Host, you really had this kind of dream! 】
[Congratulations to the host!] 】
[Host, do you want to go out and form romantic relationships with the girls tomorrow? you……】
'I'm not dreaming! '
A bunch of idiots! What decent person would have such a dream? How come these guys don’t even have the spirit of questioning that the system has? Whenever you ask him if it's true, he will just say you are joking and that he is just tired and wants to rest, and then let them go.
"Don't dream," Zhou Liran hummed softly and buried his head in the pillow, "Give up, I will never be tied to a romantic relationship with any woman in my life."
[Men can do it too...]
'I will not form a romantic relationship with any living being. Just give up. Wait until I die before you find someone else. '
…………
At first, Zhou Liran didn’t take what happened today to heart.
But when the team staff stopped him and expressed their willingness to introduce their daughters to him, Zhou Liran was horrified to find that the group of guys had made their dream known to everyone.
Even coach Ben Valen couldn't help but ask him after the training, "Are you ready to fall in love recently?"
"We can talk, but it's best not to affect your usual training and your condition during the game, understand?"
Zhou Liran: ...
Zhou Liran silently picked up the football on the lawn and held it in his arms, "No, coach, you misunderstood. In my heart, football is my girlfriend."
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