This is an old bar that is quite old.

This should have been the time when the bar business was at its busiest, but there were only three or five tables of guests sitting in this old bar.

Moreover, they are basically fishermen, old sailors and dock workers in their fifties and sixties.

After a tiring day, they like to gather here to have a couple of drinks, watch football games, and brag.

This bar culture has been ingrained into the blood of the locals.

Not only are there no pink mermaids in this bar, there aren't even any middle-aged women in their forties or fifties.

You have to go to the bar to order and get drinks.

Coach Carter walked to the bar with ease and sat down next to an old man wearing a fishing vest with a glass of milk in front of him.

"As usual, a glass of Captain Morgan."

Carter tapped the counter at the bartender and added, "Old Les's treat."

The old man fishing nearby turned around and said to Carter with an annoyed look on his face: "Why is it always me?"

Carter took the rum that the bartender slid down the bar, drank it happily, then moved his neck with a "hiss, ha" sound, and then grinned and said, "Because, my dear old Les, I want to give you a big gift today, a super, super big gift."

Old man Rice said, "Really? It just so happens that my sea fishing boat broke down, and I was worried about this matter."

Carter laughed, slid the empty glass to the bartender, and gestured to refill it. Then he said to Rice: "This afternoon, we tied 2:2 at the Corsair's home court."

Les frowned slightly, "Two new 12,000-pound fishing winches must be installed on the new fishing boat, so that I can fish for sunfish directly."

Carter ignored Rice's question. "In the first half, we were suppressed and beaten 2:0. But in the second half, we scored two goals in a row and even had a chance to overtake the score. Isn't it awesome? You know, this is the first game of the Bucks Steel Horns after Olin's defection!"

Les said: "It's best to have a twin-engine, hybrid one. My previous sea fishing boat had a single engine, so I could never catch any fish - I mean, I could never catch any big fish."

"I have a new secret weapon, and I have developed a risky but very promising strategy to qualify from the group stage! Old Les, we really have a chance of qualifying from the group stage this time! Do you want to know who my secret weapon is?" Carter raised his eyebrows mysteriously and reached out to take the wine glass that the bartender slid over.

Pah! Old Rice slapped the glass full of dark rum and stopped it. "So, when are you going to give me a new fishing boat?"

Snap! Carter pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and slapped it on the bar.

Old Rice was stunned, his expression somewhat unbelievable: "What is this? No way? The purchase invoice for a new sea fishing boat? No way?"

Carter smirked, "You're welcome, old Rice. I'm going to give you better than that - here are the kid's post-game statistics."

Old Rice nodded and said, "Lamar, you always bring me surprises that I can't imagine. But... I'm sorry. You know, since the incident in 2009, I have retired from that position. My only hobby now is fishing, and big fish. If you can replace this gift that you think is very good with a gift that you think is not good enough - such as a sea fishing boat, then I will be very grateful."

Carter stood up from the high stool at the bar. "Don't be so quick to say sorry, old Les. Come to our game. When you see that kid's live performance, you will understand - he may be the biggest fish you have ever caught in your life."

After saying that, Carter turned and walked out of the bar.

Les said, "Wait a minute—your post-game statistics, and your...wine."

Carter waved his hand without looking back, "That glass of wine was originally ordered for you, old Les. Ask yourself, how long has it been since you last had a drink? How long has it been since you let your blood boil? You have forgotten what it feels like to feel good, right? I haven't forgotten it! Hahahaha——"

After saying that, Carter walked out of the bar laughing.

Rice sat alone at the bar, looking at the unopened data paper on the counter, then at the fragrant dark rum in front of him.

He looked at the dark rum, then at the data sheet.

The expression on Old Rice's weather-beaten face gradually became complicated: "This... can this glass of wine be returned? Huh? No?"

…

It was 10:30 that evening.

Gu Ran returned to his room, without taking off his clothes, and fell directly on the bed.

After taking two flights in one day and playing football for more than 40 minutes with all his might, Gu Ran now wanted to fall asleep immediately.

However, before going to bed, I should talk to Sophie.

After all, now we are relying on stroking Sophie, the future superstar, to quickly improve our physical attributes.

Sophie, you are my personal masturbation tool! [Sophie, I brought you a gift, you will definitely like it very much.] After Gu Ran sent the message, he couldn't control the drowsiness that came over him and fell asleep directly.

Didi.

On the other side, Sophie opened the text message and immediately looked at it with a pouty face, "Huh, this guy finally learned to bring me a gift. Well, he is making progress."

Sophie was about to reply, but suddenly stopped. "No, I can't reply to him so quickly. I want him to wait a little longer and suffer for me a little longer. I will tell him when he gets impatient. That's it! That's it!"

…

Sophie waited for an hour and a half.

It's already past 12 o'clock!

Sophie held the phone and said angrily, "Well, Gu Ran! You ignored me after you said one sentence? I wanted to test your sincerity towards me, but I didn't expect that you deliberately made me wait and suffer! Humph, let me see how I deal with you this time!"

Sophie looked in the mirror, fixed her hair, put on some more powder, and applied some perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. Then she went to Gu Ran's room angrily.

As soon as Sophie entered Gu Ran's room, she saw Gu Ran sleeping on the bed without taking off his clothes.

Sophie's heart softened immediately, and she thought to herself:

It turns out that he didn't mean to ignore me. He worked so hard in the competition and even thought about bringing me a gift, but I was still angry with him. I really shouldn't have done that.

By the way, should I help him take off his clothes?

Oh, how could I have such an idea? What if he suddenly wakes up and mistakenly thinks that I have such intentions towards him, how should I explain it?

I can’t do that!!!

Sophie's face flushed, and her body moved closer to the bed as if possessed.

I just... look! Sophie swallowed hard and leaned forward -

Suddenly, Sophie's body stiffened and she almost screamed.

Ahh ...

(End of this chapter)