Although the game against Birmingham City U18 in Chapter 11 was a little less splashy, it was reported by a major media outlet.

But after the game against Watford, even though their youth team still performed very well in this game, the number of media reporting on this game could be counted on one hand.

Although in the final analysis it is because Birmingham City is also a relatively well-known team, the match between the youth teams of the two teams is obviously worthy of a small news section in the newspaper. But the newly promoted youth team...

well, how to put it, if Chelsea U18 conceded more than six goals against the newly promoted youth team in this game, then they would definitely deserve a big news page.

But isn’t that a win? They won the game without any surprises, so nothing unexpected happened. Compared with ordinary victories, they obviously prefer games or players with explosive points, topics and discussions.

Zhou Liran still saw his current teammates, a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys sitting in the locker room with obviously disappointed expressions. After throwing a few newspapers beside him, he picked up the newspapers and looked at them for a few times before vaguely reacting. Come here, why do they have such expressions?

"I'm not disappointed? Why are you still disappointed? Don't we usually get reports when we win games?"

"No," Coker looked up at Zhou Liran, "We're not disappointed that we haven't been reported, it's just that Ritter You were so good in the game yesterday but they didn't mention your name at all..."

"Yes, my name was mentioned, but when it comes to you, Chelsea's goalkeeper performed well and kept a clean sheet."

"I think they did. It must be intentional. Just because you are Chinese, these media..."

"Ahem," Zhou Liran interrupted everyone's discussion with a slight cough, and took out the still-warm pound from his pocket, "I Speaking of you, could it be that you knew that I had just received a two hundred pound poker bonus, so you deliberately let me know that you were disappointed?"

"Okay, okay, there's really nothing you can do about it," Zhou Liran shook his head gently and said, He said helplessly: "I'll treat you to afternoon tea after training this afternoon? The newly opened one?"

"Wow! Really?"

"What did I lie to you for?"

"Yeah! Long live Ritter!"

Afternoon After the training, Zhou Liran was surrounded by these guys and went to the newly opened store. The two hundred pounds bonus that Zhou Liran had just received was delivered to the cashier.

After eating and drinking, coach Ben sent a message to the players of the youth team that night asking them to take a day off, so the final haze in their hearts was completely blown away by the wind.

Early the next morning, because he was on vacation today, Coker heard Zhou Liran turn over and go back to sleep. Zhou Liran quickly packed up his things and went downstairs, finished his meal and waited for a while before going around. The track begins to jog.

Although he now has an indestructible body due to the system, human physical strength and endurance still have to be practiced. You must practice more to make progress.

After running a few laps and sweating slightly, Zhou Liran walked aside to take a drink of water.

"Ritter?" Head coach Ben Wallen took a distant look before and thought he was a player from the substitute team, so after finishing his own business, he walked over to see who this person was, but he didn't expect this person to take a closer look. It turned out to be Zhou Liran.

"You told me yesterday that everyone was not in a good mood and it was best to take a rest. I thought you would sleep in today," Ben Warren shook his head slightly helplessly, "Why, can't you sleep?"

Zhou Liran smiled and nodded, "I really can't sleep, so I came down to practice."

"Then take a rest after running. Stop practicing. Your body is the most important thing."

If it were another player, Ben Wallen would probably They will praise him and encourage him to continue training so that he can continue to shine for his dreams, but this person is Zhou Liran. This kid is training every day, every moment, and his radiance is almost like the sun. . Ben Wallen couldn't help but ask several times when he read the team doctor's inspection report every day. Is this really no problem? Ritter, was he really not injured?

Of course, Ritter has been contacting the Football Association in the past few days, asking if they can allow Ritter to wear a protective mask to play, but they have never responded to him: Huh, damn the FA, I'm used to it. They know how to pick people to serve, so their application for the youth team is not important? Even if you are not allowed to do so, please reply anyway!

"Well, okay." Although he can still practice, the coach said so, and the concern and worry on his face were very obvious, so Zhou Liran nodded directly and agreed, "Then I will go and rest after a few more laps. "

Okay," Ben Wallen smiled and patted Zhou Liran on the shoulder, "You must always protect yourself!"

"Okay, thank you, coach."

After Ben Wallen walked away, Zhou Liran turned around and continued jogging. .

While he was running, he was thinking about where he would go if he didn't train? Going out for a walk? But I don’t have much money, so if I’m just looking around and not buying anything, I might as well not go shopping. Going to hang out with friends? He seemed to... well, he didn't have many friends except his Chelsea teammates...

Zhou Liran fell into deep thought, pursed his lips and walked out when he caught a glimpse of a staff member pushing a trolley filled with footballs to the side. Zhou Liran A flash of inspiration occurred, he blinked, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Half an hour

later, Zhou Liran successfully put a rag into warm water, soaked it and wring it out. Then he took the football aside and wiped off the dust and stains on the football bit by bit with the rag. If there was any If there is any area that does not fall off, apply the soap foam on the football, then rub it vigorously, rinse the foam away with water, and finally wipe it dry with a rag.

'System, does this count as pleasing your love partner? Will the football in my hand still act like a spoiled child to me? '

'system? Um, sorry, I forgot, you can talk now. '

[The love object currently bound to the host is a non-living thing, and 33 cannot detect whether it will automatically attack the host. ]

'It's not an attack, it's a coquettishness. Is there something wrong with your memory routine? '

[Coquettishness is just a private comment, not an official definition of the main system. ]

'Then don't say such official things in the future. '

Zhou Liran put the dried football aside, then picked up another football and continued to clean it, "If it can't be directly detected, can it be inferred? Will doing this make the football stop acting coquettishly?"

[Host, 33 warmly reminds you, you The achievement "Killing a Hundred Men" has been unlocked. Even if it works, how long do you want to clean the host? ]

Zhou Liran took a deep breath and squeezed the rag tightly.

[Host...]

'Okay, you can stay quiet again. '

Yes, that's right, he admitted, he was just so angry that he...ah! ! !