In less than half an hour, we arrived at Southampton Airport.
Southampton is in the south of England, while Manchester is in the northwest of England.
If you take a bus, it will take at least 4 hours to get there.
If you take a plane, it only takes 1 hour and 5 minutes. Including the time from the airport to Manchester Grammar School, it will take less than two hours at most.
Of course, although Southampton Private School is considered a wealthy private school, it cannot afford a private jet.
The school booked round-trip tickets for the players in advance, each set of round-trip tickets cost 137 pounds - this is the ticket price for a small 50-seat plane of a low-cost airline.
After completing the check-in procedures, Carter took the players on the plane.
At 9:30, the small regional plane took off tremblingly.
Although Britain is a world power, its infrastructure is clearly lagging behind the times.
Many of the planes are old planes from the 1970s and 1980s. Not only do they not have a bright and beautiful appearance, the service on the plane is also poor, and the flight attendants are all middle-aged women.
Gu Ran sat in the cramped seat with his eyes closed, trying hard to relax himself.
Rusty, who was sitting next to him, poked Gu Ran and said in a low voice, "There's a stewardess smiling at me... Do you think she has feelings for me?"
Gu Ran: ...
After an hour's flight, the creaking little plane finally landed safely.
After getting off the plane, the assistant drummer contacted the airport bus that had been arranged in advance and chartered a bus to Manchester Grammar School in Fallowfield.
Near noon, the airport bus stopped in front of a quaint red brick building.
This is the gate of Manchester Grammar School.
On top of the three-story red brick gate wall, there is a small white bell tower with a strong classical atmosphere.
When Gu Ran and his friends got off the bus, the big brass bell in the clock tower just struck 12 o'clock.
At this time, several boys in expensive grey custom-made suits walked out of the red brick school gate.
These guys were walking around, winking at each other:
"Hey, look, the rednecks from the south are here so early."
"They came at the perfect time. I wonder if they came here to have lunch in our school cafeteria?"
"Haha, keep your voice down. Don't let the country bumpkins hear you. It will be hard to clean up the broken glass hearts."
These guys said to speak more quietly, but in fact they had no intention of being shy at all.
The players of the Southampton school team were immediately filled with rage, their fists clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound. They wished they could just rush up to these well-dressed guys and let them have a taste of the iron fist from their southern daddy.
"Light~"
"Lights, lights, lights~"
The system prompt sounds kept exploding in Gu Ran's mind.
Immediately afterwards, white bubbles began to form under the feet of the Southampton school team players.
WTF~ They haven't even met officially yet, and the school team members can't hold back their negative emotions? Come to think of it, the students on the other side are too arrogant. They deliberately called them southern country bumpkins and mocked them for coming early just to have lunch...
If Gu Ran was a native Southamptonian, he would also be so angry that he would want to fight.
However, what Gu Ran is considering now is that there are still 4 chances to pick up items left today, and he must choose carefully.
The focus of the pick is still physical training results and defensive results.
Gu Ran spotted the location of the bread and the rusty strips, took a step forward, and pushed away the white bubbles under their feet.
"Light~ The host has picked up the results from the ordinary bubble: running training +10 hours, today's picking progress 7/10."
"Light~ The host has picked up the results from the ordinary bubble: lower limb strength training +10 hours, today's picking progress 8/10."
Depend on……
It's like opening a blind box...
Gu Ran frowned slightly.
Rusty grabbed Gu Ran and said, "Gu! Don't go any further! In this kind of situation, I should be the first to take the lead!"
Eh? I really don’t mean to stand out…
Gu Ran looked back and found that almost all the players of the Southampton school team were looking at him with approval.
Rusty, Minato and others even took a step forward! "You bastard!" Coach Carter suddenly yelled, "Stop making trouble!"
All the students present were stunned for a moment.
The Southampton school team players immediately stood in line.
However, everyone's eyes were still staring fiercely at the Manchester boys in suits.
The faces of those boys in suits turned pale.
Coach Carter's words "sons of bitches" seemed like he was scolding them, but it also seemed like he wasn't, and yet it also seemed like he was really doing it.
This is not a good question to ask. If you ask, it seems like you are asking yourself to be a bitch.
The leading boy, a 1.88-meter-tall blond square-faced boy, cleared his throat and extended his hand to Coach Carter. "Hello, Coach Carter. I am the student representative of Manchester Grammar School and the captain of the pirate ship, Albert Beaton."
Gu Ran couldn't help but take another look at the pirate captain.
In yesterday's internal school email, the name Albert Beaton appeared many times.
According to the information, Albert had trained in Manchester United's youth football training camp since he was a child, and at the age of 10 he was hailed as Manchester United's future midfielder.
However, when he grew up, Albert did not seem to plan to become a professional player. His Beaton family was the board of directors of this liberal arts school. Albert's goal was to enter a prestigious school like Oxford and Cambridge, and then join the family business.
Of course, despite not taking the professional path, Albert's football ability cannot be underestimated.
In internal information, this player is defined as the core player of the Corsairs.
He can play in all positions in the midfield, whether it is the classic attacking midfielder, the modern attacking midfielder, or even the organizing midfielder, as well as the wingback, the winger, and occasionally, he can also play as a striker.
Scouts from British professional clubs really like this kind of all-purpose midfielder.
Albert is physically strong, has excellent passing skills, a broad vision, and a strong awareness. He is able to take on the role of a midfield engine and has the qualities of a captain who can boost the morale of the entire team.
A guy like this who came out of Manchester United's youth camp...his blue skill bubble must be very good.
——Gu Ran calmly marked Albert in his heart.
Seeing Albert wanted to shake hands, Coach Carter just glanced at him arrogantly, then pointed at the bread behind him and said, "This is the captain of our Bucks Steelhorns, Estai Knoss - Bread, he's waiting to shake your hand, don't act like a noble gentleman here!"
Bread knew that the coach was not scolding him, so he grinned, walked up to Albert, and shook hands with Albert vigorously.
The two of them squeezed each other's hands and made a crackling sound.
Although the nickname of bread sounds soft, at this time, bread is not afraid at all! Yes, this is a gamble on the dignity of a "country bumpkin"!
The muscles in Albert's cheek twitched slightly.
I don’t know if it was because his hand was hurt by the bread, or because he was humiliated by Coach Carter, or both.
Gu Ran, who was standing aside, laughed secretly in his heart:
Just these few Manchester brats want to confront my big-talking coach? They are not even on the same level!
Just standing by and watching it makes me feel very inspired!
"Light~"
(End of this chapter)