The girl pouted coquettishly, “Ugh! And how many times have I told you, don’t call me ‘Owen Brooks’s big sister,’ call me ‘Emily,’ Brian.”

Brian Clark nodded, “Alright, Emily Brooks.”

Emily Brooks pursed her lips, “You…”

Then she changed the subject, “Who were those two people just now?”

“They’re from Dacheng Club.”

“What’s that?” Emily Brooks looked completely confused.

Only then did Brian Clark remember that the girl in front of him was a total football novice: “A professional football club.”

Unexpectedly, Emily Brooks suddenly cheered, “Wow! Did they invite you to play football? Are you going to be a professional player? That’s awesome! I knew it, Brian, you would never…”

Brian Clark interrupted her rambling, “They want me to be a translator.”

“…Giving up your dre—wait, translator?” Emily Brooks was stunned.

“They’re planning to bring in an Italian foreign player and want me to be the translator.”

“You… you agreed?” Emily Brooks asked.

Brian Clark shook his head with a smile, “Of course not.”

Emily Brooks let out a long sigh of relief, “Exactly, how could you just be a translator? That’s such a waste of your talent…”

For this girl who was standing up for him, Brian Clark waved his hand, “What waste of talent? They’re not paying enough, I can’t be bothered to go…”

……

“Wow, Owen Brooks, your sister is swooning again!”

On the distant football field, a teammate wearing the same jersey as Owen Brooks was teasing him.

Owen Brooks glared furiously at the tall figure where his sister was standing. If looks could kill, he would have sliced that figure in half by now.

The teammates seemed to love gossiping about Owen Brooks’s sister.

“Coach Clark is so handsome, isn’t it normal for pretty girls to like him?”

“Exactly! If I had a sister like that, I’d help her chase after Coach Clark, then I’d have someone to teach me football every day!”

“Wouldn’t that save money too? That’s a great idea! Hey, Owen Brooks, why don’t you help your sister out?”

Owen Brooks snorted, “What a lousy idea! I don’t think Coach Clark is that great. All he does is make us run laps and warm up. I’m not impressed at all…”

Suddenly, a teammate lowered his voice, “Hey, I heard that our Coach Clark is actually amazing…”

Kids are the most curious bunch. As soon as someone started gossiping in a mysterious tone, everyone’s attention was immediately drawn. “How is he amazing?”

“Actually, our Coach Clark is a football prodigy!” The informant was quite the drama king, speaking in an exaggerated tone. “I heard he went to play for AC Milan when he was really young, and he was really good! Otherwise, how could he have gone to AC Milan? That’s AC Milan we’re talking about!”

“Wow! Really?”

“Coach Clark is that good?”

The kids exclaimed in surprise.

Owen Brooks felt very uncomfortable hearing this and retorted, “That’s obviously fake!”

The informant felt targeted by this and protested, “What’s fake about it?”

“If he really could play for AC Milan, if he was really a prodigy, why would he be working for Coach Young here now?” Owen Brooks pointed at Brian Clark in the distance.

“Uh…” The informant was stunned; he hadn’t thought of that.

Seeing the other at a loss for words, Owen Brooks pressed his advantage, “He should be playing for AC Milan right now! So you must have heard wrong…”

“No way! I heard Coach Clark say it to Coach Young with my own ears…”

Owen Brooks curled his lip, “Then Coach Clark must have lied to Coach Young. Just made up some nonsense—there’s no way Coach Young would go all the way to Italy to check with AC Milan…” The more he spoke, the more convinced he was of his own reasoning, and he got excited at having exposed a fraud, waving his arms around. “Has anyone actually seen Coach Clark show any genius football skills? All he does is make us run laps, do warm-ups, and set up cones—does that count as genius? If that’s the case, then I could go play for Barça or Real Madrid!”

At this, Owen Brooks even laughed, amused by his own joke.

After laughing, he continued, “If you ask me, it’s just that our Coach Young is too kind, so he got fooled so easily. Someone who could play for AC Milan would come to a small place like ours… Ow!”

Before Owen Brooks could finish, he clutched his head and cried out.

There stood Coach Young, his face full of wrinkles and a dark expression.

Owen Brooks covered his head and complained, “Coach Young, why did you hit me…”

“You little brat, what do you know!” From Coach Young’s tone, it was clear he wasn’t in a good mood either, so all the young players stood there not daring to breathe, and Owen Brooks fell silent too.

Everyone knew Coach Young had a fiery temper…

David Young saw that the kids had quieted down, so he turned his gaze to the distant Brian Clark. He saw him still chatting with Owen Brooks’s sister, the two of them talking and laughing, the girl’s laughter ringing out so clearly it floated over to the field. The group of kids were curious but didn’t dare look directly, only sneaking glances that made their necks look rusted…