Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 37
9 month 28 day.

Lisanna Taylor is a little unhappy.

But not because the short vacation is coming to an end.

"It's been an entire hour and he still hasn't replied to me!"

She glanced at the time on her phone and complained to her close friend.

Mira Beryl happily ate ice cream:
"It's only been an hour, maybe he's taking a nap!"

Lisanna pouted:
"Do you think all men are like this? Don't cherish it when you get it?"

Mira shook her head unknowingly:
"It's not that you don't know. I haven't found a boyfriend. Not everyone is as casual as you."

Lisanna glared at her:
"What do you mean casually? You're talking too much!"

Mira replied seriously:

"You and him only met twice, and you had sex with him without knowing each other. Isn't that casual?"

Lisanna blushed slightly:
"He saved us, and he didn't want any thanks at all. Don't you think he's a good man?"

Mira thought for a while, then nodded slightly:

"He's a nice guy, but that has nothing to do with your loving him, does it?"

Lisanna rubbed her forehead with a "lost to you" expression:

"Dear Mira, I shouldn't have supported you in studying classical philosophy..."

Her close friend shrugged:

"OK, of course I also know that your so-called love is a sudden impulse of hormones, which then triggers a physical collision. This is something that 99% of people will experience..."

With her theory, Lisanna returns to the original topic:

"So...has he lost his freshness to me?"

Mila:

"what?"

Lisanna recalls the before and after comparison:
"When we were just together, he could even ask for leave for training in order to accompany me, but now he is so slow to reply to messages!"

Meera ate a scoop of ice cream and commented positively on her point:
"From the perspective of the relationship between men and women, this possibility does exist. From a psychological point of view, things that are too easy to get are often not cherished."

Her close friend's face darkened, and he picked up the phone again:

"It's been 70 minutes, does he really not love me anymore?"

Mira finally put down the ice cream:

"Your IQ has dropped a bit recently, Lisanna."

Lisanna froze.

Mira shook her head:

"We've known each other since we were three years old, right? You've been more independent and brave than me since you were a child, but now you're always worrying about gains and losses. I've never seen you like this."

Lisanna bit her lips lightly:

"I don't want to be like this either. But...he called me baby!"

"Om~"

Her phone finally beeped.

She opened the message almost immediately:
"Sorry baby, I was just out for a run."

Followed by the second article:

"You're going to start school next week, and I want to go with you."

And then the last one:
"I miss you, come to my apartment tonight, baby?"

Mira clearly saw that the cloud on her childhood friend's face dissipated in an instant.

Lisanna, who put down her phone, took out a cosmetic case from her bag, looked in the mirror, and asked:
"My hair... isn't messed up?"

Mira finally rolled her eyes:
"Is hairstyle important? Anyway, it will end up messy!"
-
After receiving a positive reply, Lee Polo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The club's finances have yet to credit his September salary to his bank card, so he is now a proletarian.

And the self-esteem of machismo made it impossible for him to tell his girlfriend directly, "I really have no money", "you pay for the rent"...

So, Reeves, Aziz, and MacDonald were surprised to see that their apartment, which hadn't been cleaned for two months, suddenly became clean!

Aziz, who is of free-spirited African descent, picked his feet and asked:
"Dude, no matter how clean you clean the living room, we won't give you the cleaning fee!"

Lee Polo straightened up:
"You'd better stay in your room at night and don't come out!"

MacDonald suddenly realized:
"You're ready to play tennis in the apartment!"

Reeves also laughed, turned around and took out a beautiful small box from the drawer:
"Brother, work hard, all these are given to you!"
-
On the penultimate day of September, the balconies of the apartments were covered with sheets.

After clearing up the battle situation, Li Boma rushed to the training ground non-stop, and started a new round of training.

After the disastrous defeat in the last league game, the atmosphere in the team became much more tense than in the previous two months. He didn't want to be caught by the coaching staff as a negative example because of being late.

After changing his clothes, he started training passing and dribbling with Reeves, Aziz and others as usual as a warm-up before the official training.

Of course, the mouths of these roommates have never been idle.

Reeves:
"Brother, are my things useful?"

Aziz:
"Good guy, I listened to it for half the night and almost lost sleep!"

MacDonald:
"My room is the closest, so I almost couldn't help but do it myself!"

Hearing what they said became more and more outrageous, Li Polo didn't pay attention and kicked the ball directly at the head coach!
Fortunately, Adley was agile and avoided the ball with a stride sideways, but Cox who came later was not so lucky, and was hit on the head by the ball firmly!
"Oh!"

Cox fell to the ground!

The players who followed them to the training ground were taken aback, and hurriedly helped the poor assistant coach up. The team doctor Douglas also thoughtfully checked and released him after confirming that he was not injured.

Cox shook his head, picked up his folder, and glanced coldly at the group of four:

"Who kicked the ball just now?"

It is impossible to expect others to share the same difficulties.

Lee Polo raised his right hand obediently:

"Sorry, it's me."

Cox:
"Are you practicing extra shooting?"

Li Poluo shook his head:
"No, I'm practicing extra passing."

Cox stared at him viciously:
"Okay, since you want to improve yourself so much, after everyone's training is over, I will train with you for two more hours, how about it?"

[Specially open a small stove for me? 】

[Is there such a good thing? 】

Li Poluo froze for a moment, and blurted out:

"Is it free?"

Brits don't believe in the bullshit theory of "working overtime is a blessing". If you want them to work overtime, then get paid in exchange for it!
He asked such an innocent and simple question, which made Cox laugh instead:
"This is your punishment, boy!"
-
The day's training session is finally over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and left the training ground in twos and threes.

"Do you want to change the training plan for tomorrow?"

Cox made a suggestion as he and Adlay walked toward the office:
"We've had a lot of free-kicks lately, especially with Polo Lee... eh? Are you okay?"

Of course the only one standing in front of them was Li Polo.

Looking at the teaching assistant with a puzzled expression, Li Poluo was also very helpless:

"Didn't you say you were going to punish me, Mr. Coach?"

"Don't go!"

(End of this chapter)