Chapter 23
After the massage was completed, Zhou Liran got up and left to go to the cafeteria to eat, then rested. Finally, at around 2:30 in the afternoon, he stood in front of coach Mourinho again. The latter sent him a message at noon saying that someone wanted to see him, but did not say who it was, and Zhou Liran did not take the initiative to ask - because there was no need to ask. The person who wanted to see him at this time must be Mendes, right?
"You've come at the right time. Would you like a cup of freshly brewed black tea?" Mourinho raised his hand and pointed to the seat in front of him, motioning Zhou Liran to sit down. "How was your lunch break? You..."
The greetings stopped abruptly. Mourinho stared at Zhou Liran with a nonchalant gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Are you shocked?"
Zhou Liran blinked, then immediately smiled, "No, coach."
Is he worthy of being called the famous coach Magic Bird?
This observation ability is really amazing, but how should I put it, he has indeed suffered some shocks now, and his overall condition is not very good, but it is not because he was hit.
Although the two stick figures from the imaginary space constructed by the system did make him look humiliated after being endowed with the strength of the king of football, and he experienced a scene of failure that he had never enjoyed before, but... in fact, his heart had been overwhelmed and numbed by the pink world in the imaginary space long before he was taught a lesson by the stick figures.
This constructed imaginary space was created by the main system, not 33, so he could fully foresee that if he still wanted to use this imaginary space for training, then no matter how specific the content he described was, the final product would definitely contain more things that were not suitable for children.
His imagination is not that rich, and his logic is not rigorous enough. No matter how rigorous the description he gives is, it will never be better than other people's systems. Therefore, it is impossible for him to train himself through the imagination space.
He lost, or rather he voluntarily gave up, a completely cheating ability. He wanted to hold on, but every second in that imaginary space, even after several hours had passed since he came out, Zhou Liran's body and mind were still numb. He could not accept that kind of space at all. That kind of space was simply chronic suicide for him!
If he stays one more second, he'll go crazy!
Rather than continue to stay in that terrifying imaginary space, Zhou Liran would rather stick the title of Iron-faced Superman on his forehead!
"Are you really not shocked? Do you think your limit will be higher?" Mourinho asked with a smile: "I am your coach, there is nothing you can't tell me."
Zhou Liran sat down on the chair opposite the desk and lowered his head. "I can't wait to continue training."
Zhou Liran did not ask where the person who wanted to see him was, and Mourinho did not bring it up on his own initiative. Instead, after making sure that Zhou Liran had recovered his energy after massage and rest, he took the notebook and continued to test Zhou Liran's various limit values.
After all the tests were completed, Mourinho patted Zhou Liran on the shoulder and said that when he went out, he would see a black car parked outside. "You should have guessed who it is. If you want to talk to him, go ahead. If not, go back and have a rest. It won't delay anything."
"Yeah," Zhou Liran nodded gently, "I'll go talk to Mr. Mendes. The conditions he offered yesterday are pretty good."
Mourinho smiled and nodded. After watching Zhou Liran leave, he waved and turned back to his office.
On this side, as soon as Zhou Liran walked to the black car, Mendes immediately got out of the car and greeted Zhou Liran very enthusiastically, without mentioning how long he had been waiting here.
"You haven't eaten this afternoon yet? Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."
Zhou Liran nodded slightly, and as soon as he moved his feet, Mendes came forward to help open the passenger door and watched him sit in before closing the door - if it weren't for the wrong gender, Zhou Liran estimated that this man would have leaned over to fasten his seat belt.
Mendes was very talkative. After he got in the car, he asked him if he wanted to drink water or eat something. There was everything in the car. He also asked him where he wanted to go for dinner and if he had anything he particularly liked. After receiving Zhou Liran's lukewarm response, she did not get angry. She smiled and asked him if he wanted to be alone for a while, and then immediately shut her mouth, only occasionally asking him what kind of food he liked.
It seemed that Mendes was sure that Zhou Liran was a person who preferred quietness, so during the meal, apart from helping to pour a few cups of tea and the two of them saying a few polite words of "thank you" and "you're welcome", he didn't say anything else.
Finally, this dinner, which was particularly painful in Mendes' eyes, was finally finished.
"Is there anywhere else you want to go? It's very convenient for me to drive, and I can even take you home directly later."
Zhou Liran shook his head gently. "Just take me back to the training base. I live in the training base most of the time."
"I heard you've been wanting to move out?"
"Yes," Zhou Liran nodded and admitted, "I really want to buy an extra-large sofa to use as a bed."
Mendes' eyes lit up. He had asked the same question yesterday, but Zhou Liran didn't answer at all. But he answered it now!
Just as Mendes was about to strike while the iron was hot and say something else, he heard an even more heavenly voice.
"I can't discuss the contract myself right now. I have to wait until my father and his lawyer come over. I will contact them tonight. Can we arrange a time tomorrow?"
"Oh, of course, of course," Mendes nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you the best contract. You will be the best goalkeeper under my command."
Zhou Liran also nodded. He thought Mendes must have misunderstood. In fact, he wanted to agree yesterday. After all, he was following Mourinho now, so signing with the same agent as Mourinho would definitely be beneficial. However, it was a bit hasty to agree directly on the phone, so what happened today happened - but you know what, this guy was really open and aboveboard about it, and it was just like when he first visited his boss's house with a mooncake gift box.
He decided on an agent in the afternoon and told Carter about it in the evening. Carter used his connections to make some inquiries and confirmed that Mendes was indeed a good agent. Then he officially signed the contract the next afternoon. From that day on, Zhou Liran became a player with an agent.
The biggest change after having an agent is that he no longer has to go back to the dormitory at the training base. Mendes also rented a house for Zhou Liran next to Mourinho's house and bought a large sofa and put it directly in the bedroom, thus fulfilling Zhou Liran's wish to use the sofa as a bed.
Oh no, now this is no longer a wish, but a fulfilled request.
In the first two days, Mendes picked him up and dropped him off. In the following days, Zhou Liran got up in the morning and stood at the intersection with a piece of bread in his mouth. Then he got on the coach's car and was taken to Chelsea's training base.
After being photographed by the media and spread, it caused a heated discussion: This is really treating Endrit as his own disciple!
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