The Midfield Master

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Xia Ze avoided the crowd and walked into a quiet alley. There was a store in the alley. Above the storefront was a dilapidated wooden signboard, which was hung on the wall with two rusty wire nails.

There are a few words written on the wooden sign, which are almost invisible due to the wind and rain. It took Xia Ze a lot of effort to see clearly what was written on it:

"The Lost People's Bar"

Isn't this exactly where I'm going? Frustrated person, now he is a frustrated person, whether it is the performance on the court, doubts or status in the minds of the fans, it seems that they have reached a trough.

Xia Ze lowered his head and gently pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

The bar was not noisy, there was sad string music, and there were a few men sitting on the bar counter, everyone was half drunk.

With its decadent demeanor, sad music, and the dim lighting of the bar, it is indeed a bar for the frustrated.

The owner of the bar raised his head and glanced at Xia Ze, as if he didn't recognize him. To be honest, in the small city of Funchal, if there is anyone who does not know Xia Ze, he is probably blind, or he has never watched football.

The bar owner doesn't look like someone who doesn't watch football because he's wearing a Portugal national team jersey.

But when Xia Ze sat down at the bar, the boss still didn't speak, but just brought Xia Ze a glass of wine and put it in front of him.

After Xia Ze entered the bar, all kinds of unhappiness came to his heart immediately. In line with the atmosphere here, he, who didn't drink much before, unconsciously picked up the glass...

After finishing a glass of wine, Xia Ze subconsciously took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Wang Xiaolin. After more than ten seconds, the call was connected, but the other end hung up randomly. After a while, a message came:

"Ozawa, I'm in class, can I call you in the evening?"

Xia Ze looked at the phone screen, but did not reply, but put the phone on the bar and continued drinking.

Time passed by in the wine glass, Xia Ze kept drinking to relieve his worries. The bar owner didn't seem to want to dissuade him, and he still poured wine for him glass by glass.

Soon, he was so drunk, his head was dizzy, and he fell on the bar counter, unconscious.

The wife who kept pouring him wine,

Only then did he stop what he was doing, and after looking at Xia Ze for a while, he took the mobile phone from his side and dialed the number skillfully.

"Hey, Monica? Your star friend got drunk at my place. Come and send him back."

After the bar owner finished speaking, he ignored Xia Ze and went to greet other customers.

Ten minutes later, Monica's hurried figure appeared outside the Lost People's Bar. She opened the door and saw Xia Ze lying on the bar counter, reeking of alcohol.

"How did you make him drink so much?" Monica said impatiently to the bar owner.

"Hehe, he wants to drink himself, there's no way. It's even harder for him not to be drunk." The bar owner said nonchalantly.

"He's a professional player, drinking so much will hurt him!" Monica was still a little angry.

"All I gave him was warm wine, which didn't hurt so much. He's been suppressed for so long, but he hasn't been able to vent it out. It's just a good time to use this drink to clear his mind."

"Hmph, I don't care about you!"

Monica snorted angrily, and planned to go over to help Xia Ze up.

But with Xia Ze's 1.8m professional player figure, how can a petite woman like her support her?

After several times of pulling but failed to move Xia Ze's body, Monica yelled at the bar owner again: "Why don't you come over and help? Be careful, I'll tell Annie that you offered to drink for Xia Ze!"

The bar owner was smiling, but when Monica drank it, he hurried over to help Xia Ze up, followed Monica, and walked out of the bar.

And the few people in the bar who were drinking didn't pay attention to these changes, and they were still thinking about themselves, so decadent.

Monica and the bar owner carried Xia Ze into the car. Seeing that Xia Ze was as drunk as a dead pig, she couldn't help but shook her head and drove away.

When going out of the bar, there was the bar owner's help, but when Monica's car was parked downstairs in Xia Ze's house, she could only help the drunk Xia Ze upstairs by herself.

It was already dusk at this time, Monica didn't know where the strength came from, and after a lot of effort, she finally carried Xia Ze back to his room.

Seeing Xia Ze lying on the bed, blushing, still muttering to himself, Monica felt a burst of heartache.

"I can't just fall down like this...I want to win back the fans' hearts...but why don't you even ignore me?..."

Xia Ze spoke Cantonese indistinctly, and Monica couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

She only knew that after more than two months of injury, Xia Ze came back but was in poor condition. The scolding and boos of the fans put him under a lot of pressure.

"Maybe the bar owner is right, it would be much easier to get him drunk once." Monica looked at Xia Ze and said to herself.

After recovering, she soaked a hot towel in hot water, and gently pressed Xia Ze's forehead.

Looking at the handsome man with drunken eyes, Monica couldn't help jumping slightly in her heart, and whispered to Xia Ze: "Although the fans are booing you now, you have to stand up again, because there is still me behind you silently." support you."

In her eyes, there is endless tenderness. Since Wang Xiaolin came to Portugal with Xia Ze to live for a period of time at the beginning of the year, Monica saw the closeness between the two, and knew that she had no chance to become Xia Ze's girlfriend.

Originally unrestrained, she chose to gently bury this emotion in her heart. Since then, she has never expressed the love in her heart to Xia Ze, and even kept her mouth shut in front of other people.

At this time, she was alone in the room with Xia Ze, smelling the alcohol and man's body odor from Xia Ze's body, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her cheeks were actually reddish from the alcohol sprayed out by Xia Ze.

She looked at Xia Ze, and slowly lowered her red lips.

Not being able to be with this man, having had close contact with him, can also comfort my lonely soul.

In the dark room, with her lips gently pressed together, Monica kissed her beloved. Although the other party might not know what she was doing at the moment, she was still so ashamed that her heart beat faster, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was short of breath.

After more than ten seconds, Monica's red lips left Xia Ze's lips, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. Gently laying on Xia Ze's chest, feeling the ups and downs of his breathing and the slow beating of his pulse.

The hot towel on Xia Ze's forehead was emitting steam, which slightly sucked away the smell of his alcohol. He woke up slightly from the coma, but his head was still dizzy.