Chapter 23

After the massage was completed, Zhou Liran got up and left to eat in the cafeteria, then rested. Finally, at about 2:30 in the afternoon, he stood in front of coach Mourinho again. The latter sent him a message at noon saying that someone wanted to see him. He didn't say who it was, and Zhou Liran didn't take the initiative to ask - because there was no need to ask. The person who still wants to take the initiative to see him at this time is Mendes, right?

"You came just in time. You have just made black tea. Would you like a cup?" Mourinho raised his finger to the seat in front of him and motioned for Zhou Liran to sit down. "How was your lunch break? You..." He

said in greetings It stopped abruptly in the middle. Mourinho stared at Zhou Liran with a somewhat careless gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Are you hit?"

Zhou Liran blinked and then immediately raised his eyebrows. He smiled and said, "No, coach."

He is indeed a famous and handsome Magic Bird?

This observation ability is really amazing, but how can I put it, he has indeed received some impact now, and his overall condition is not very good, but it is not because of being hit.

Although the two stick figures in the imaginary space constructed by the system did make him disgraced after being given the power of the world champion, and he enjoyed a scene of failure that he had never enjoyed before, but... in fact, his heart had been broken for a long time. Before Stickman taught me how to be a human being, I had already been dizzy and numbed by the pink world in my imagination.

The imagination space constructed is operated by the main system, not 33, so he can completely predict that if he still wants to use this imagination space for training, no matter how specific the content he describes, there will definitely be more finished products in the end. Not suitable for children.

His imagination is not that rich, and his logic is not rigorous enough. No matter how rigorous the description he gives, it will definitely not be able to compare with other people's systems, so - it is impossible for him to train through the imagination space.

He lost, or rather he voluntarily gave up, the ability to completely cheat. He wanted to persevere, but every second in that imaginary space, even several hours had passed since he came out. Zhou Liran's body and mind were still indifferent. He couldn't accept that kind of space at all. That kind of space was simply too much for him. It's chronic suicide!

If you stay here for one more second, he will go crazy!

Rather than continue to stay in that terrifying imaginary space, Zhou Liran would rather put the title of Iron Masked Superman on his forehead!

"You really haven't been hit? Do you think your limit will be higher?" Mourinho asked with a smile: "I am your coach, there is nothing you can't tell me."

Zhou Liran sat on the chair opposite the desk. , lowered his head, "I can't wait to continue training."

Zhou Liran did not ask where the person who wanted to see him was, and Mourinho did not take the initiative to mention it. Instead, he was making sure that Zhou Liran had gone through massage and rest. After regaining his energy, he took the notebook and continued to test Zhou Liran's various limits.

After all the tests were completed, Mourinho patted Zhou Liran on the shoulder and said that after going out, he would see a black car parked outside, "You should have guessed who it is. If you want to talk to him, Just go. If you don't want to, you can go back and have a rest. It won't delay anything."

"Yeah," Zhou Liran nodded lightly, "I'll go talk to Mr. Mendez. The conditions he offered yesterday are still good. Very good."

Mourinho nodded with a smile, waved after watching Zhou Liran leave, and turned back to his office.

Here, as soon as Zhou Liran walked up to the black car, Mendes immediately got out of the car and greeted Zhou Liran very enthusiastically, without mentioning how long he had been waiting here.

"You haven't eaten yet this afternoon, have you? Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

Zhou Liran nodded slightly. As soon as his feet moved, Mendez stepped forward to help open the passenger door and watched him sit in. Close the door - if it weren't for the wrong gender, Zhou Liran would have estimated that this person would have leaned over to fasten his seat belt.

Mendes was very talkative. After getting in the car, he asked him if he wanted to drink water and if he wanted to eat. Everything was available in the car. He also asked him where he wanted to eat and if there was anything he particularly liked. After receiving Zhou Liran's lukewarm response, he was not angry. He smiled and asked him if he wanted to be alone for a while and then immediately shut his mouth. He only occasionally asked aloud what kind of food he liked.

It seemed that Zhou Liran was determined to be a quiet person, so during the meal, Mendes only helped pour a few cups of tea, and the two of them politely said "thank you" and "you're welcome" before saying anything else. words.

Finally, the dinner, which was particularly painful in Mendes's eyes, was finally finished.

"Is there anywhere else you want to go? It's very convenient for me to drive, and I can take you home directly in a while."

Zhou Liran shook his head gently, "Just take me back to the training base, I'm big You spend most of your time living in the training base.

"I heard that you have always wanted to move out." "Yes," Zhou

Liran nodded and admitted, "I especially want to buy an oversized sofa to sleep on."

Des's eyes lit up. He also asked yesterday, but Zhou Liran didn't answer at all, but now he has!

Mendes was about to strike while the iron was hot and say something when he heard an even more heavenly voice.

"I can't talk about the contract now. We have to wait until my father and his lawyer come over. I will contact them tonight and make an appointment tomorrow?"

"Oh, of course, of course," Mendes nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you the best in the contract. You will be my best goalkeeper."

Zhou Liran also nodded. He thought Mendes must have misunderstood. In fact, he wanted to agree to it yesterday. After all, He is now working with Mourinho, so signing the same agent as Mourinho will definitely be beneficial, but it would be a bit hasty to agree directly on the phone, so there is today's side - but don't say that , He did this in a very open manner, very much like when he visited the boss’s house with a mooncake gift box.

I decided on an agent in the afternoon and went back to talk to Carter in the evening. The latter made inquiries based on his own connections and confirmed that Mendes was indeed an agent he could handle. Then he officially signed the contract the next afternoon. From here, Zhou Liran Tianqi became a player with an agent.

The biggest change after having an agent is that he no longer has to go back to the dormitory at the training base. Mendes also rented a house for Zhou Liran next to Mourinho's house and bought a large sofa to put directly in the bedroom. It directly fulfilled Zhou Liran's wish to use the sofa as a bed.

Oh no, this is no longer a wish, but a request that has been fulfilled.

In the first two days, Mendes was picked up and dropped off in his car. In the following days, Zhou Liran stood at the intersection with a piece of bread in his mouth after waking up in the morning. Then he got into the coach's car and was taken to the Chelsea training base.

After being photographed by the media and spread out, it caused a heated discussion: This is really using Endrit as his disciple!