Football: me, the best coach ever

The distance is not very far, half an hour later, Liu Yi met the blind date at Starbucks.

Good figure, good looks, but the temperament of the body is a little strange.

However, such a girl, if she can look at herself, how blind it is.

“Hello!”

“Hello, I don’t like people who are not punctual!” The girl looked at her watch coldly and drank a latte with her head down.

“I’m sorry, I just happened to have something happen and I’m out late!” Liu Yi honestly apologized, after all, it was his own fault that he was late.

“It’s okay, it’s all adults, let’s talk about it, your external conditions are not bad, tidying up should be a handsome guy!” The woman’s tone was still flat, a commonplace look.

“Thank you, you are beautiful too!”

“I haven’t finished speaking, if we are together, I hope to get married within a year, and need a house of more than 120 square meters, a car of about 500,000, my parents are not easy to raise me, so the bride price is at least 200,000!”

Liu Yi was silent, and it was normal for a good-looking girl to have more points, but unfortunately it had nothing to do with him.

Now his life is tight, the rent is paid monthly, not to mention buying a house and a car, the numbers are scary to hear.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not the right person for you!”

“It’s okay, I hope you can meet the right person, coffee money I’m married, goodbye!” This beautiful woman acted vigorously, stood up straight and walked outside, not even looking at Liu Yi again.

, the feeling of running over to be beaten up by someone, and then drink a cup of coffee.

After drinking the coffee sullenly, Liu Yi got up weakly and returned to the residence, for a man, there is nothing worse than a beautiful woman’s blow.

You have to work hard to make good money.

Strive!

Back in the rented house, Liu Yi was not in the mood to play games, he was busy with the work at hand for a while, and he could not be at peace during the vacation, but what could he do?

After just one hour of going out, the supervisor called three times, completely ignoring his feelings of not resting for a month.

If Lao Tzu hadn’t had no money, he would have resigned a long time ago and silently complained in his heart.

After the afternoon was busy, after watching the game last night, watching the news for a while, and sleeping late, Liu Yi lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Bang bang bang

The knock on the door woke Liu Yi from his sleep, and he couldn’t help but be a little surprised in his heart, who came back to bother himself at this point?

Landlord? No, I didn’t pay the rent.

Mom?

With a little doubt, Liu Yi rubbed his eyes and pulled open the door.

Outside the door are two men and one woman, three foreigners, headed by a man with M hairstyles, and it is Liu Yi who is very familiar with Sandezi, that is, the CEO of Manchester United Club, Ed Wood Ward.

Lying in the groove, it seems that he has gone mad by playing the game, and dreams of this.

Liu Yi snapped the door shut, grunted and lay on the bed, covering himself into the quilt.

A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door again.

Liu Yi narrowed his eyes and squeezed himself hard, finally determining that this was not a dream.

What did Santokuko come to find out for herself?

Could it be that someone is playing a prank?

Pulling the door open again, perhaps fearing being shut out again, Santokuko squeezed in first.

“Mud monkey, is mud the first forest of Liuyi?”

The incomparably awkward Chinese emanated from the mouth of Sandezi, and it took Liu Yi half a day to understand his meaning.

A few minutes later, Liu Yi knew the intentions of the three people in the mouth of the blonde female secretary who had bulged from front to back.

“You heard it right, Mr. Liu, you will be Manchester United’s head coach, standing on the coach’s bench from the next game!”

Elena said as she took out a bunch of documents to prove their identities, of course, a Chinese-English version of the contract.

Everything was without problems, dripping and without any mistakes.

What the is going on, who is joking with himself, Liu Yi is going crazy.

In reality, he has not even been a Catholic practitioner, and he has not even played a ball after graduating from college, and now Santokuko has personally come to the door and invited himself to become Manchester United manager.

The most successful club in the Premier League in three decades, one of the most fans and most influential clubs in the world.

“I’m sorry, maybe I need to think about it!”

“No problem, anyone who gets such an enviable job will be half-convinced!” Elena responded with a smile and translated two more sentences for Mitokuko.

“But hopefully you’ll give an answer by noon tomorrow!”

“No problem!”

Watching the three people leave, Liu Yi looked at the Kempinski Hotel room number in his hand, as well as the mobile phone numbers of Santokuko and Elena, in a trance.

Sitting in a chair, Liu Yi looked over the contract in his hand, which had an item on it.

Weekly salary of £8,000 with a deadline of 6.30 in 2022.

A jolt in my head quickly turned on the computer and ran a cracked version of the soccer manager game.

Flip to the content about your contract, £8,000, dates, winter transfers of £60 million, etc., all the same thing.

The game affects reality now!