"I have a personality, I like it." Vares said to him at the men lying down around him. "I have told you a hundred times. Don't go to our school to engage in racial discrimination. This is what I am trying to do. Don't you understand? What I hate the most is those of you who engage in racial discrimination, and the Japanese are even more annoying." (This is taught by Grandpa Vares. Author's words)

The few people lying on the ground were about to open their mouths and say something, but Robolic, who was standing beside him, kicked and hummed again.

"Okay, how much money is there in your pocket? Take it out. Don't have money? If you don't have money, you will be racist. I despise you. Come again next time, bring more money. Get out of here." Vares cleared the pockets of several people, and several people got up from the ground and ran away.

Robolic came over and smiled flatteringly: "Master, you are so awesome, my respect for you..."

Vares waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop hiding, I'll give you the change, I'll count the labor fee I had for the fight just now. You're not injured. If you are injured, you'll go to the martial arts hall and ask my grandfather to rub it for you. The fee is calculated separately, and you can give you some discounts."

Robolic took the money and said, "Thank you, Master." At this time, his phone rang. "Hani, I'll arrive right away, wash it and wait for me." "Master, I'm going to work, please take care of yourself." After that, Robolic left happily.

Vares_Chen spat behind his back and cursed: "Who taught this animal, more Chinese than me."

Oh, Master Yang sneezes. Who misses me? At this time, the phone rang, a strange number.

"Hey, hello."

"It's me, Balier, this is my cell phone. I'll call me if I have something to do, and I'll hang up if I have nothing to do. The phone bill is quite expensive."

Before Master Yang could say goodbye, the beeping busy sound had already been heard from the phone.

Uh... This old man is so polite to his phone, as if he could use up the amount of money he said today by saying a few more words. Master Yang thought about saving his mobile phone number.

Okay, lunch time. What to eat? The phone rang again. Who is this?

"Dingding, what's wrong? I haven't eaten it yet. OK, I'm eating pasta, I'm nearby, I'll arrive soon." I really want whatever I want, Master Yang concluded. "I want a lot of money, a lot of money, a lot of money." Master Yang daydreamed while searching for money everywhere, but he couldn't fall down - oh, it seems that it's not every time Turin.

I saw Ding Yi waved to Master Yang from a distance, and a vegetable salad was already placed on the table. Two of them sat down. A handsome waiter came over and gave Ding a little meal, and before leaving, he threw a small look. Ding Yi's face turned red again, and he picked up the menu to block his face. Master Yang did not forget to tease: "Ding Ding, that handsome guy looks very interesting to you. I guess he will come over to ask for your phone number later."

"Lion, you are so evil that you ignore you. Smile, you can laugh to death."

Master Yang finally stopped laughing. While the two of them were having a meal, Master Yang told Ding Yi about the process of the old man healing Dupree in the morning. Ding Yi heard that it was very effective and immediately became proud, "Look, this money is still worth it." Master Yang nodded quickly. He originally wanted to provide the 1,000 yuan massage, but he still refused to say it. Ding Yi also took advantage of the meal to ask Master Yang a few questions about football, such as offside, corner kick, and why only goalkeepers can use their hands. Master Yang could only cover his head with one hand, while thinking about how to make Ding Yi understand the answer more easily. When the two of them finished their meal, they checked out and left, the voice of the handsome waiter sounded: "Please wait a moment."

How about it? Is it time to call? Master Yang said to Ding Yi with his eyes. Ding Yi glared at Master Yang fiercely.

"This is the new discount card launched by our store, and it is sent to the 100th guests who eat here every day." said the handsome Italian man.

How about it? You don’t want a phone call. Ding Yi glared at Master Yang again, and the handsome guy then said, “Can you leave me a phone number? I like you very much, can you ask you to have a meal together? Also, my father also likes you very much, and hopes you can come here to eat often.” He said that, pointing to a chubby Italian man with a big beard behind the counter. The fat beard waved to Ding Yi in a friendly manner.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." Ding Yi hid behind Master Yang and replied in a small voice.

"Are you his boyfriend?" The handsome foreign man brushed his chestnut hair with his hands and asked Master Yang.

Master Yang was about to answer "No", and he felt the flesh on his arms tightening and a chill from his buttocks to his back. "It's me, it's me." Master Yang gritted his teeth.

The handsome Italian guy smiled brightly: "Haha, I don't think you are interested in my fair competition with you. Please collect the discount card."

Master Yang took the card and said, "Okay, thank you, then please come on, our Miss Ding is not that easy to chase. Bye."

Ding Yi almost ran away from the pasta shop with Master Yang.

"It seems that this shop can't be gone in the future." Ding Yi gasped. "Why are you still holding that card?"

"A 20% off card, I can't bear it." Mr. Yang said pitifully.

"Take it away! Don't go there again!"

"Okay, don't go, don't go. Do you see that handsome guy's expression? A few decades later, he probably threw his handkerchief over to duel with me."

Ding Yi's face turned red like a ripe red apple: "Stop talking nonsense, it's really a crow's mouth."

"No, I think he is good. My dad runs a restaurant and pass it down to him. You will be the boss's wife. Then you can send me a 50% discount card."

Ding Yi opened his hand and tried to pinch Master Yang's neck: "Let you stop talking. If you talk about it, I will use the ultimate skill."

"Oh? What's the ultimate skill?"

"Repay the money-" Ding Yi spread his hands.

Uh... I shut up. It's really a hero who costs just one penny. Master Yang's expression immediately became very serious.

Ding Yi smiled proudly: "I'm kidding, I can pay back any money. If it's not enough, I can lend you again. I believe in your ability to repay. I'm going to class and pretend to be a fake boyfriend." Ding Yi waved his hand and left with a smile.

Many years later, no matter how much annual salary Mr. Yang earned or how much contract fee he earned for advertising endorsements, he would remember the 1,000 euros that Ding Yi lent him, because if there was no such money, there would be no future for Mr. Yang.

At this time, Master Yang repeatedly muttered a word "fake boyfriend" in his heart, and Ding Yi was also repeating the same word in his heart.

From afar, Ding Yi clenched his fists and said to himself: Ding Yi, you are so brave, you can do it, come on!

In the afternoon training, Mr. Yang still took the training equipment and arranged it, and then practiced heading with Whelenscar. The guy's heading felt better and better. The players arrived one after another. Whelens introduced Mr. Yang several better people than him: De Holland brothers, center Vispi, and his central defender partner Minner. After chatting for a few words, the roar of assistant coach Cordyll resounded throughout the training ground: "Okay, stand up, and prepare for training."

"Run away, don't be like an old lady, Christopher, what are you talking about?" This was the roar of the physical coach.

"It's not me who speaks." Someone in the team muttered.

"Hurry, sprint, Glomos, are you sprinting? The tortoises on the shore of Antwerp are faster than you!" This is the voice of coach Patrick Hep.

"There are no turtles on the shore." The player who was named was muttered.

"Frederick, pay attention to Vispi's position and wait for him to win the first point." This is the voice of coach Dury.

"Why are you here? Go and pick up the ball. What are you looking at?" It was Du Rui's voice.

"Yang, go and push the goal down and move it away." It was Du Rui's voice.

"Yang, who asked you to put the water on the sidelines? Damn, my shoes are wet." It was still Du Rui's voice.

"What do these Chinese people do?" An uncle who was lying outside the barbed wire fence to watch training asked his companion.

"Who the hell knows, looks like a dead supporting role."

I am just a supporting role, and Master Yang, who was called affectionately by Du Rui, also thinks so.

"Which do you think we will be in this season?"

"Oh, first, of course, it was always the number one when I was dreaming. That guy Du Rui still had a few tricks. Who knows how in the end?"

"Then let's go and come back on Friday."

"Okay, that's all for today and disband." With Coach Du Rui's words, everyone felt relieved. Of course, the most exciting thing was Master Yang, but the work was not finished.

"Yang, please help send the equipment back. Thank you." Cordill said to Master Yang.

"It's okay, it should be." Master Yang wiped his sweat.

Dury said to Cordill: "Eddie, let's study the video of the European team tonight." Cordill nodded. Cordill turned around and said to Mr. Yang, "You go to the logistics manager to apply for a sports jacket." Cordill pointed at Mr. Yang's blue sportswear. "This color is so eye-catching."

Master Yang looked down at his clothes and nodded.

When working at night, the fat Martin secretly approached Master Yang and said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Master Yang, are we good friends?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"What kind of boy do you think a girl like Ding Yi would like?"

Hum? Master Yang stopped picking vegetables, "Your question is very personal. Do you... like it..."

Martin quickly signaled to Mr. Yang to speak in a low voice: "That's right, you are all Chinese, Ding Yi is so shy, so I'll ask you first."

"How do you answer this? You'd better ask her directly."

Martin rubbed his hands: "You know, I'm also a very shy person. Please ask me." The fat man pointed his index finger, and his face turned red with a rare look.

Master Yang was moved by Martin and exclaimed: "Get out! You are fucking shy, I am just a shy prince! Three bowls of pig's feet soup?"

"make a deal!"

Master Yang stood up, took a cucumber and walked to Ding Yi, and rode the cucumber to Ding Yi's mouth. "Ask a question, Ding Yi, do you like handsome guys?" Everyone's eyes gathered on Ding Yi.

Ding Yi turned his head away: "Why tell you?"

Aunt Susan, who helped the kitchen, made a fuss: "Who doesn't like handsome guys, but being kind to yourself is the most important thing."

"That's right, that's right." Martin echoed on the side. Ding Yi nodded slightly, glanced at Master Yang, and was still slicing his hand.

Master Yang continued to ask: "Student Ding Yi, do you like the cook?"

"No. absolutely not." Ding Yi thought of the handsome Italian guy at noon, thinking that Master Yang would talk about the matter at noon in public. He picked up the knife and waved it at Master Yang, and said with his eyes: Do you want to die? You have a killing skill!

I surrendered. Master Yang raised his hands and went back to continue picking vegetables. "The problem time is over."

"What's wrong with the chef? My wife married me because I made a good dish." Cuihua's father said. Everyone burst into laughter.

Master Yang lowered his head and said to the fat man: "Look, buddy is so good, you risk your life. She obviously doesn't like the chef. Let's ask her what she likes another day. Don't forget about pig's feet soup."

Martin murmured, "She doesn't like the cook, what do she like?"

Stinky lion, I will never spare you after get off work. Ding thought while cutting.

"Cuihua, let me do it. You can cut the cucumber slices into cucumber pieces." The master pushed Ding Yi aside. "Silly girl, the chef is actually pretty good." As he said that, he threw a thick and charming look at Aunt Mary, and Aunt Susan also turned back with a charming look.
Chapter completed!