Iron Man on the pitch

"Is it a mistake for us to come over?" Moutinho looked at Li Ling who was talking among a group of young and beautiful female college students, and looked at Thornton with some frustration.

"It's awful," Thornton rubbed his hair in distress. "Although they didn't talk about advanced mathematics, I don't understand business management and market operations."

"Damn it, I'll just say it's a mistake to come here." Fellaini also wanted to rub his hair, but considering that he had made his puffy head with great effort, he finally put down his hand in disappointment.

"Hey, guys!" Some male college students who were originally in the nightclub came over with wine bottles to say hello.

"Hi, hello." The three of them responded weakly.

"Is this guy really a football player?" A man with glasses put the wine bottle on the table in dissatisfaction.

"It's a fake one," Moutinho shrugged, "and he's one of the strongest football players, and he can even compete for all time."

"But why did he follow you?"

"Maybe they are born smart, and not every smart person must study. Oh, no..." Fellaini shook his head and explained, "Li Ling is still studying at the University of Lisbon, and he is indeed studying. Although there is no Go to class, but I know he went back to take the exam.”

"It's so annoying for people to compare people." Thornton sighed, "Some people are something we can't compare to."

"We will welcome you next time you come, but don't bring this guy." A yellow-haired man glanced at Li Ling angrily, and Li Ling was having fun with a circle of female college students around him.

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time, we will never come to this place again."

"Okay, cheers, he's treating him anyway." The young man in cool clothes raised his wine glass, and at this moment he deeply felt what it means to be a worldly fallen man.

"Yes!" Moutinho's eyes lit up, "Since it's Li Ling treating us, we will eat whatever we say."

"Come on, do it!" Thornton and Fellaini went to the bar to open a bottle of good wine, and when they came back, they blew it directly.

A circle of frustrated young man's bitter wine penetrated his throat and felt pain, 10 tons of tons of tons of tons of tons of tons.

Li Ling was also surprised that he was popular among female college students and only half of the status of football players. The reason why they really aroused their interest was because of the advertisements that his company cooperated with Erin.

It is said that curiosity is the beginning of the fall. No one will be curious about why a football player set up a technology company and does a decent job. Even if Li Ling doesn't know anything, he just chooses to invest in this aspect, his vision and wisdom are extraordinary.

Not to mention that after communicating with Li Ling, they were surprised to find that Li Ling really understood, not just a name, which made them even more curious about Li Ling.

Erin smiled sweetly: "Li Ling, you are completely different from the football player I think."

"Then what do you think I should be?" Li Ling smiled and raised his glass to clink with the girls around him, then drank the orange juice in the glass in one go.

A big blonde wave next to him answered: "Don't be angry, I have no other meaning. Although football is the largest sports, it is still a bit worse than tennis, golf, snooker, bowling, and equestrian. It smells wild and dirty."

"You said it completely correctly, but that's why I like football." Li Ling raised an eyebrow and responded to a kind smile.

"Eh? This kind of thinking, Li Ling, you don't look like a Chinese at all!" A big wave girl with short brown hair was surprised.

"I think you have some stereotypes. Do you think I should be like the Chinese people who have been promoted in the past 2 or 300 years? But China has a history of 5,000 years, including more than 2,000 years of credibility. In the past 2 or 300 years, The image is just an insignificant part. "Li Ling shook his head and denied the girl's opinion, "You should know the Renaissance, and I am just imitating the style of the ancient sages."

"Wow! More than 2,000 years? Jesus hasn't been born yet, right?"

"This is the first time I know!"

"Then what are you learning, Li Ling?"

"An ancient sage once proposed that powerful people must master six directions of skills, namely ritual, music, archery, ward, calligraphy, and number. It is equivalent to the current etiquette, art, military skills, driving, literature, Science and engineering knowledge.”

"But there is no good opportunity to practice military skills. After all, the world is peaceful now, unlike in ancient times, where wars are everywhere and you can practice at any time, and football is a relatively close sport, which is one of the reasons why I like football. Men should want to do itKeep your bloody nature and be brave. ”

"Wow! Sounds very profound!"

"Although I didn't fully understand, I felt so awesome!"

"Indeed, you are so masculine." As Erin said, she reached out to touch Li Ling's abdominal muscles.

"Hehe, don't do this." Li Ling tilted his head and looked at her.

"I hate it." Erin took back her hand like an electric shock and gave Li Ling a blank look.

"Thank you Mr. Li Ling for your treat. We went to have some good food. There was a snack that I couldn't bear to order. Today is just right."

"Yeah, I've been greedy for the bottle of wine my boss has been hiding for a long time."

The girls around them were tactful and found excuses to leave, leaving them alone.

Li Ling and Irene chatted for a while and were about to take her away.

Before leaving, Li Ling greeted his friends, which attracted a burst of jealousy.

"Damn! I obviously came first!" Thornton quickly let out a mouthful of depression.

Moutinho only had envy in his eyes.

Fellaini was so dizzy that he thoughts very free: "Hey, Li Ling, you've gone back like this, why are we going back? Why don't you leave the car for us?"

"Ha, don't worry, I called the delegate driver, he will take you back." Li Ling seriously instructed Fellaini, "Remember, don't rush to drive by yourself."

"Don't worry, I understand the method." Fellaini shook his head and suddenly thought of something, "Why don't you leave the key for us?"

"I'll give the driver the key." Li Ling walked to the door of the nightclub with Erin and handed the key of the Mercedes-Benz to a young man who had just pushed the door in, "Thank you for your hard work, brother, spend whatever you want inside, but don't drink. oh."

The delegate driver took the key and gave Li Ling a look of wishing you good luck, and at the same time handed a key to Li Ling.

Li Ling took Erin to the parking lot, boarded his Ferrari 599GTO, then kicked the accelerator and drove directly into the distance. The taillights of the sports car were accompanied by the roar of the engine and hid into the deep night.