Chapter 74

Chapter 74

The team doctor who had just asked Mourinho to ask the question himself spoke up at this time, "So I think Ritter is not sick. This age is just right for rebellion. It's normal."

Mourinho turned his head silently and looked at the team doctor, not believing what he heard. "Is this the right age to rebel?"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"Yes," the team doctor nodded seriously, "I have been the team doctor for a long time. I was the one who did the physical examination for Ritter when he first came to Chelsea. He has always been very well behaved and considerate, but I always thought he was too mature and not like a child at all. It is normal now. What adolescent child doesn't have a temper? Ritter has been suppressing himself for too long and now he can't hold it back anymore so..."

Endrit opened his mouth and wanted to object to what the team doctor said, but if he objected now, how would he explain his crazy behavior in the following period? He can't keep his hand on his philtrum all the time, so it's better not to... huh?

Endrit turned his head and looked at Lampard, who was holding a mobile phone in his hand and pointing it at him, "What are you doing?"

Lampard quickly put the phone into his arms, "This is the new phone I bought yesterday. I want to see if the camera function works well..."

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

Lampard stepped back silently, and immediately a teammate stepped forward to block Lampard, and put his hands behind his back and raised his thumbs, "Ritter, are you okay? Do you want to eat something? We will treat you to food, and after you finish eating, we will teach you to sing..."

Endrit: ...

The kids in South Village bully me because I’m old and weak! They teamed up to bully this old man who was almost seventy years old in his two lifetimes!

Endrit didn't want to talk, he kept his hand on his philtrum and remained silent. But when they were flying back to the UK from Germany, the teammates couldn't help but act servile and sat in front of Endrit and whispered to him.

"The coach is too much. He actually said that you wore a diaper to play today. I don't believe it... but it's possible. The ball is round and anything can happen on the field. So, Ritter, you didn't really wear a diaper to play today, did you?"

"I didn't expect that, Alit, if you want our phone number, just tell me! Even if I don't have one, I will apply for one for you now, hahahaha..."

"I heard you gave Sheva a good scolding..."

Endrit turned his head with a cold face and stared at the blue sky outside the window. His heart was calm and he completely ignored the words of his teammates.

"Rit, why are you keeping your hands here? Aren't you tired? Let me help you..."

Endrit took a deep breath, dodged the evil hand that was reaching out to him, turned his head and looked at the "kind-hearted" Alex, "Instead of asking about my well-being, it's better to give me a huge sum of money, understand?"

Alex blinked. "Huh? What did you just say?"

Endrit held out his other hand and said expressionlessly, "V me 50, let's see how strong we are, and then we'll have a meal at KFC after we get off the plane."

Alex finally ran away. Endrit quickly closed his eyes and hypnotized himself to go to sleep. After falling asleep, he would not be tortured by this damn "aftereffect".

"Ritter? Ritter? Wake up!"

Endrit's nose wrinkled as a very aromatic smell danced on his taste buds, and when he opened his eyes he saw a chicken wing in front of him.

"Hurry, open your mouth! This is the KFC you want most!"

Endrit frowned now, pursed his lips and looked around, and found that he was already in the club lounge. There was a pile of KFC packaged food on the table not far away.

Endrit: ?

"I," Endritt pinched his philtrum with his hand just after he uttered a syllable, "Why am I here?"

"You fell asleep, and everyone took turns carrying you down."

"Yes, we took turns carrying you. I didn't expect that you looked thin, but you weren't light at all. Alex even boasted that he could carry you all the time, but he couldn't do it after just a few steps."

"Go to hell! Aren't you the same? What do you mean I can't even carry you for a few steps..."

"Stop talking about this, Ritter, and eat! We didn't know which one you wanted to eat, so we bought everything. Don't worry, the coach agrees with you eating it!"

"But the coach doesn't allow us to eat it. Damn it, my mouth is watering!"

"When will I have a day off? Help! This thing is not healthy at all, but it tastes so good. I don't think I can finish the nutritious meal prepared by the club tomorrow..."

"Stop arguing! Ritt, eat quickly!"

Endrit looked at the chicken wings handed to him, closed his eyes, and wanted to die.

Damn system! You better be thankful that you can't materialize!

What made Endrit even more uncomfortable was that almost all the news reports the next day were about him, and it was not because he saved two penalties on the field, but because he was shocked and hit hard by the tactics used by Schalke 04 head coach Slomka during the game.

The newspaper reported that he was so devastated that he couldn't play in the second half of the game. When he got off the plane, he was carried back to the team by his teammates. A reporter from The Sun broke the news in the newspaper that the first thing Chelsea players did after returning to the team was to buy a lot of KFC, presumably to buy it for Endrit to comfort him.

[Endrit has been strict with himself since he was a child and has never eaten or drunk any junk food. But he is not even 18 years old yet. If it weren’t for his football dream, his life might be more exciting! 】

[When Endrit was in school, he had rejected the pursuit of many beautiful girls. The girls who were rejected all said that after Endrit rejected them, he would very gentlemanly give them a gift and tell them that life is not necessarily only about love, and at their age, there are always more important things than love. 】

[“I pursued him very passionately, but he rejected me seriously. I was very sad at the time, but the next day I received a bouquet of lilies from him with a greeting card. He said, 'You are a good girl, you deserve better than me, who only cares about football.'”]

[“Ritter was always busy. Although we were in the same class, we hardly spoke to each other because he was always in a hurry to go to the club for training. But we all knew that he was a very good buddy. Although he was not around, we would receive the gift he sent us on our birthdays, which was the gift we wanted most.”]

[Endrit's world has always been simple. Once, his dream was to become Chelsea's starting goalkeeper. Now, his dream is to become the best goalkeeper in the world. He can see the past of his life at a glance, and his only obsession since childhood is football. 】

[This is a very shocking thing, because many players' pasts are not glorious, but Endrit is not. The author thinks that when Yashin was thinking about who to pass on his talent to, he could see Endrit at a glance, because Endrit is the son of light, the hardest-working and brightest star among all goalkeepers. 】

Ashley put down the Sun in his hand, turned his head and looked at Endrit sitting next to him in shock, "Oh my God, did you really reject so many beautiful girls? Did you really reject them all?"

Endrit silently turned his head to look at Ashley, "Why do you say that in such a regretful tone?"

"What a shame! These girls are so pretty. If I were you, I would not be able to refuse them."

Endrit was about to laugh it off when he suddenly thought of something, "You can't refuse now?"

Ashley chuckled and scanned the photo attached to the Sun. "Of course I can't refuse."

"But you're married, Ashley Cole, you're married."

"So what?" Ashley approached Endrit with great interest and waved the newspaper in front of Endrit. "By the way, next time a girl gives you a business card, you can give it to me if you don't want it."

Endritt used a little more force on his philtrum and used his other hand to pull the newspaper out of Ashley's hand.

"Hey, talk to me, can you? You don't need it anyway, so it's a waste to keep it."

"I want one too!" John Terry came closer and blinked. "I wanted to say this before. It's such a pity that you rejected so many business cards handed over by female fans."

The two injured players did not participate in the team's training. Endrit was approved by Mourinho to skip training today because of the "rebellion" incident. Ashley and Terry recovered for a while and then came over to sit next to Endrit. This was a task Mourinho specially assigned to them, asking them to keep an eye on Endrit.

Endrit wanted to refuse, but when he met the worried look of coach Mourinho, he stopped talking. But if he could go back a few hours, he would definitely reject the coaches harshly.

"Ritter, speak up! Don't you want to help me?" Ashley nudged Endrit with his elbow. "Hey! Are you a brother?"

Endrit said nothing, a great sorrow quickly swept over his heart. Although he is very young now, in his eyes, those young and beautiful girls are just children who need care. How could he do such a thing? What's more, he had no intention of staying with anyone in his previous life.

But most of his teammates, or the male friends he met in his previous life or this life, are not very good at this kind of thing.

"You are all married," Endrit put down his hand. He was not so angry anymore. He guessed that he was no longer affected by the sequelae of "anger". Sure enough, when he let go of his hand, Endrit did not say the arrogant words that ruined his reputation. "Your wives are not footballs. How can you be dissatisfied with having one and want more?"

"If you're still thinking about other things, then don't get married. At worst, you can just date more frequently. It's better to be scolded for being too fickle than to be a cheating scumbag."

These words made Ashley and John look unhappy. They wanted to say something, but when they looked up and saw the tears on Endrit's face, they all fell silent.

"What did you do?! How did you make Ritt cry?!"

As soon as Lampard came in, he saw Endrit sitting there crying silently, while Ashley and John were staring at Endrit hungrily.

Lampard suddenly became angry. His teammates who followed behind him were shocked for a second and then looked at the two of them in a very condemning manner: I asked you to look at the child, and you made the child cry? !

"No, we didn't..." Ashley and John quickly stood up to explain, "Just now..."

Endrit was shocked when Lampard came in. He quickly reached out and wiped his face. When he found that he was indeed crying, he quickly reached out and pinched his philtrum. The next moment, the tears that were flowing down his face stopped.

'Depend on! system? ! Is this "sorrow"? Just let me cry? No, hasn’t “anger” been collected yet? '

'system! say! '

[Ding~]

[The following is a message from your auxiliary system Elf 33: Hello host! The system will be upgraded soon...】

While Endrit was talking to the system, Lampard became even angrier after listening to Ashley and John's explanations, and the other teammates who followed were also very angry.

"What's wrong? What's the point? We are all men..."

"Ritter's biological father is a cheating scumbag."

Lampard shut them up with one sentence. "When he was a kid, he was asked who his father was and he said he was the Son of Light. Do you know who the Son of Light is? It's an anime character. His mother told him that was his father, but he wasn't."

“Why didn’t we see it in the newspaper…”

"How could we bring a newspaper that revealed something like this to Endrit to read for entertainment?"

Everyone fell silent. Endrit, who had just been "crying bitterly", walked over while pinching his philtrum, said goodbye to everyone with an expressionless face, and left.

"Hey, coach. I don't think I'm suitable to be in the team right now. Can I rest at home for a few days?"

hateful! Damn system! He was forced to embarrass himself again!

He must never, ever show up at the club again until he has collected his emotions! If he stayed any longer, he would lose all face.

Endrit was not aware of the topic his teammates were discussing in secret. After asking for leave from coach Mourinho, Endrit went home and lay down.

The effect of this sequelae is too destructive. He cannot play football with this sequelae, otherwise it won't be long before the whole of England knows that he is a lunatic. So how can he help the system collect emotions quickly?

Endrit thought about it carefully, let go and found the videotapes, starting with the movies that would make him angry, and then the movies that would make him sad.

“Ding Dong~”

"Coach?" Endretra opened the door and looked at Mourinho standing outside with some confusion, "It's already late, why haven't you rested yet..."

Mourinho looked at the tears on Endrit's face that had not yet disappeared, and sighed softly, "If you don't mind, you can call me Godfather in the future."

Endrit: ? ? ! !

Coach, what are you talking about? !

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