Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

"What are you standing there for? Come on!" Zhang Hao shoved him.

Wu Shi snapped out of his daze and followed Zhang Hao toward the stands.

Below the stands, a group of people were waiting.

Wu Shi spotted his mother immediately.

Wu Shi's mother, wearing a red down jacket, stood at the front of the crowd, her eyes red.

Several middle-aged women, her colleagues, were standing nearby, each taking pictures of Wu Shi with their phones.

"Mom." Wu Shi walked over.

His mother reached out and touched his face, then pinched his arm.

"You've lost weight," said Wu's mother.

Wu Shi was both amused and exasperated: "Mom, I've gained 6 pounds."

"What do you mean 'fat'? Your face is all chubby." His mother glared at him, then took his hand. "Come on, say hello to the aunties."

Wu Shi obediently greeted all the aunties.

"Xiao Wu, that goal of yours was so cool!"

"I told my son, 'This is what people from Xi'an are like!'"

"Wu Shi, could you sign this for me?"

Wu Shi responded to each request, signing autographs and taking photos, busy for about ten minutes.

Once the aunties finally quieted down, Wu Shi looked up and around.

I didn't see Su Xian'er.

Just as he was about to ask, Zhang Hao tugged at his sleeve and gestured in one direction.

Wu Shi followed the gaze.

A girl stood not far away, wearing a white down jacket and a light pink scarf, with only half of her face showing.

A few snowflakes landed in her hair, but she didn't take a picture. She just stood there, looking at him.

Su Xian'er.

Wu Shi was stunned for two seconds.

She was a bit taller and thinner than I remembered. Her face was still the same, but it seemed a little different.

He walked over.

"Xian'er".

Su Xian'er raised her head, her eyes bright, but quickly lowered them again.

"Stone... Brother Stone." Her voice was soft.

Wu Shi scratched his head: "Why are you here? Aren't you in class?"

"It's Saturday today," Su Xian'er said softly. "I came with my aunt."

Wu Shi said "Oh," and then didn't say anything more.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Snowflakes fell between them, one, two.

Su Xian'er suddenly raised her head and, as if summoning her courage, said:

"Stone Bro, that shot... that dribble and that goal. You were amazing!"

Wu Shi paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Thanks."

"Are you going to Europe in the future?" Xian'er asked.

Wu Shi nodded: "Yes, I'll go to Real Madrid for a trial in a while."

Su Xian'er lowered her head, then after a few seconds, she raised it again and forced a smile.

"Good luck then. I...I'll watch your game."

Wu Shi looked at her.

I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say.

"Um..." Su Xian'er suddenly took something out of her pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Here you go."

It is a small red amulet with the words "peace" embroidered on it.

"I prayed for it at the temple." She lowered her head, her voice even softer, "You...you should be careful when you play soccer in the future, don't get injured."

Wu Shi held the amulet, his palms feeling a little warm.

"Thank you, Xian'er," Wu Shi said.

Su Xian'er shook her head, then turned and ran away.

Wu Shi stood there, watching her figure disappear into the crowd.

Silver's voice echoed in my mind:

"Oh, childhood sweethearts? This amulet is nice; it increases luck."

Wu Shi ignored her.

He carefully tucked the amulet into the inside pocket of his coat.

After leaving the stadium, Wu Shi didn't go back to the hotel. Instead, he went with his mother to the new house he had bought for her this year. The house was quite large, over 200 square meters.

At first, my mother refused to buy it because of how much it would cost, but Wu Shi insisted and we eventually bought it. However, my mother still prefers to live in the old house, where all the neighbors are decades old.

Wu Shi knew that although the history of football and the overall development of the world in this world were quite different from his original world.

However, housing prices in Xi'an did not start to rise sharply in 2010 and 2011, with the average price around 5000 yuan per square meter.

He knew that buying now would be a steal, and buying a house was a kind of investment.

He wasn't interested in starting a business or anything like that.

Having memories of his past and future lives, he may not be able to get rich quickly through speculative means such as betting on football, stocks, or buying lottery tickets, but he would definitely succeed if he started a business or made investments instead of playing football.

However, he feels that his current income is enough. He is already satisfied with what he has earned in this life, considering how miserable he was in his previous life.

Most importantly, he can play football now, and he loves football.

Although I have cursed Chinese players countless times in my heart.

Criticize Chinese football, criticize the top officials of the Football Association. Criticize everything and everyone.

But now that they've been given a second chance at life...

Thinking back to how conflicted I was at the beginning, but Yin didn't give up on herself. Although Yin was sharp-tongued and talked about herself every day, she knew very well how good she was to herself.

If I were Yin, and put myself in his shoes, I wouldn't have indulged him at all. He was so pretentious from the beginning, and if he hadn't taken the initiative to beg and plead, I would never have taken the initiative to care for him.

He was lying in bed, still clutching the amulet in his hand.

My phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Zhang Hao:

"Stone, Xian'er didn't say a word on the way back, just stared at her phone. Were you being so dense again?"

Wu Shi stared at the screen, typed a few words, and then deleted them.

My final reply was:

"Please thank her for me."

Zhang Hao replied instantly: "Go tell me yourself!"

Wu Shi smiled but didn't reply.

Xian'er sent a message.

Xian'er: Brother Shitou, have you arrived at the hotel yet?

Wu Shi: No, I went home with my mom today.

Xian'er: Oh, that's good. It's snowing heavily today, be careful on the road.

Wu Shi stared at the screen, unsure of what to say.

Xian'er: That shot today was really cool. There were a few uncles sitting next to me, and they were all stunned, saying things like, "This kid is from Shaanxi," and "This kid has made something of himself."

Wu Shi: Haha, it's alright.

Xian'er: What do you mean "not bad"? You even beat Sun Jihai. If my classmates knew that the person I was guarding against with Sun Jihai was my childhood friend, they would be so envious.

Wu Shi: Your classmate watches football?

Xian'er: Guys watch this. They always talk about the Premier League, and also about Guangzhou Evergrande, and... about you.

Wu Shi stared at the "Chat with you" message, his fingers pausing for a moment.

Xian'er: I told them I knew you, but they didn't believe me.

Wu Shi: Then take a group photo next time and show it to them.

Xian'er: Isn't this really a bad idea?

Wu Shi: What's wrong with that? We've known each other for over ten years, what's wrong with taking a picture?

The other side remained silent for a few seconds.

Xian'er: Brother Shitou, do you remember when we were little? Once, I was bullied by boys from the next class, and you cornered them at the bathroom door and made them apologize to me.

Wu Shi: I remember, what was that kid's name again... Zhang something?

Xian'er: Zhang Hao. He's in my class now, and he's been behaving himself. I guess he's afraid you'll ambush him again.

Wu Shi: Hahaha, no way, I don't eat people.

Xian'er: Brother Shitou, if you go to Europe in the future, will you come back?

Wu Shi looked at the question and thought about it for a while.

Wu Shi: Yes. My mom is still in Xi'an.

Xian'er: Oh, that's good.

Another silence followed.

Wu Shi: How about you? How's your studies?

Xian'er: Not really. There are too many top students in this high school. I'm only in the top 600 of my grade. My mom told me to work hard and try to get into Jiaotong University.

Is this Versailles? When did this girl learn this trick?

However, the top 600 students in the senior high school affiliated with Northwestern Polytechnical University do have the potential to get into Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

Wu Shi: Jiaotong University is so awesome! From now on, we'll be top students.

Xian'er: No way, you're the amazing one, you're about to go to Real Madrid.

Wu Shi: It's just a trial period; I'm not sure I'll stay.

Xian'er: It will definitely stay. That amulet is very effective.

Wu Shi subconsciously touched the inside pocket of his coat; the small amulet was still there.

Wu Shi: Thank you, Xian'er.

Xian'er: You're welcome. Just focus on playing football and don't get injured.

Wu Shi: Yes, you too, study hard.

Outside the car window, the snow was still falling.

Wu Shi stared at the screen, suddenly at a loss for words.

He typed:

It's getting late, goodnight, Xian'er.

After sending it, he added another sentence:

Go to bed early.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

Then it displays: The other party is typing...

Xian'er stared at the "Goodnight" message for several seconds, stunned.

[You idiot, doesn't he know you shouldn't send "goodnight" to just anyone of the opposite sex? Or does he actually know?]

The faint light from the phone screen shone on her face, revealing her slightly flushed cheeks.

PS: Goodnight. WAN AN. "I love you, I love you."

She recalled late-night chats among the girls in her junior high dorm, where someone said that you shouldn't casually send "goodnight" to a member of the opposite sex because the first letters of the pinyin spell "I love you, I love you." They laughed at the time, saying that whoever said goodnight to someone else had a crush on them.

Later, every time she received a goodnight message from a boy, her heart would tighten.

But Wu Shi...

He probably doesn't know, right? All he does is play football, how would he know these things?

But what if... what if he finds out?

Su Xian'er stared at the words "Goodnight" for a long time.

The snow was still falling outside the window, settling on the windowsill and accumulating into a thin layer.

She extended her finger and, very lightly and slowly, typed two words on the screen:

"Good night."

After sending it, she added a moon emoji.

Then put the phone under the pillow and cover your head with the blanket.

My phone vibrated.

She suddenly threw back the covers and picked them up to look.

Wu Shi: What does the moon mean?

Su Xian'er was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

That big idiot.

Xian'er: It means goodnight. You should go to sleep; you have training tomorrow.

Wu Shi: Okay, goodnight.

Xian'er: Goodnight.

She placed her phone on the bedside table and stared at the ceiling.

The snow is still falling outside the window.

She suddenly smiled and said very softly:

"Fool."

PS: {This book has a female lead, but she won't have a lot of screen time. Wu Shi is just a pure player, and there won't be much romance. However, Su Xian'er is my future female lead, but romance isn't the focus of this book. Occasionally, when there are many consecutive matches, there will be some romance chapters. But Wu Shi can't stay an adult forever, and his emotions can't remain purely robotic forever.}