number one striker

Chapter 11
Caesar had a thought. In his previous life, he was an otaku and dick, and he didn't find a girlfriend in the end.In this world, it is impossible to continue to maintain this embarrassing record.Besides, Caesar is an adult, so he won't be caught by the police even if he goes clubbing.

Nightclubs, beauties, and parties sound very attractive.

Seeing Caesar's heartbeat, several people laughed and said: "Let's go, you performed so well today, it's time to have some fun for yourself."

One of them blushed and said: "Mia will bring two female companions, all of whom are hot, I've wanted to play for a long time."

The rude words evoked treacherous smiles from the other two, but woke Caesar up.

Girl, you don't have the ability of a superstar, but you have the disease of a superstar. I'm talking about you guys.

Even though I was moved just now.

Not to mention whether excessive indulging in these things will affect the state, if the coach finds out, won't the image that I have worked so hard to create be ruined.

At least, let's wait until I can stand alone and maintain my state.

Judging by Caesar's appearance, it is estimated that he has never been to such a similar occasion, and he is probably a virgin just like himself.

Thinking of this, Caesar shook his head, and the three people under the bed said anxiously: "Go, don't you usually like these the most?"

The High Chief's soul felt like it had been slapped hard.

Sister, when did this kid Caesar lose his virginity, and he actually walked in front of him.

"Okay, if you guys keep fooling Caesar, I'll tell the coach."

Just as Caesar was hesitating, Marcus appeared at the door in time, and the expressions of the three of them changed suddenly. How did they attract this boring guy?

The red-faced man suddenly stood aside: "That's right, I think you two are jealous of Caesar's good performance today and the high probability of being able to enter the first team, so you came up with such a bad way, drag him into the water."

Caesar couldn't help but rolled his eyes, this is the plan of the three of them.

That what Mia couldn't be the reason they asked for it. When the time comes when they take off their pants, they will rush in to catch the rape and shoot the shoot.

The other two stared at the traitor fiercely, Marcus's face was gloomy, they did such a thing for the sake of the first team.

"Go away, don't let me see you again." Marcus said coldly, and the two escaped in desperation.

"Hmph, scum." The traitor said with his hands on his hips, like the protagonist.

"You too! Get out!" Marcus couldn't help kicking his ass, "What is the air of a traitor?!"

Caesar looked at Marcus' angry look with amused expression. The latter just stood below, and asked, "If you were normal, you would have rushed up to beat someone if you knew someone made such a bad move."

Caesar wrote lightly: "People have to grow up, what do you come to me for?"

Marcus said, "How did you know I was looking for you."

Caesar rolled his eyes: "You didn't come to me, did you come to them? Do you also want to know that Mia?"

Marcus blushed and coughed twice: "I'm just here to tell you that the first team is not so easy to mess with, especially now that the team's offense is unfavorable. All offensive players have a stone on their hearts. They won't welcome you with a cake. After all, no one wants to be a substitute from the main force."

Caesar nodded: "I know these things even if you don't tell them, but, do you think I will shrink back like this? Let alone the first team of Red and White Allen, even the main players of Bayern and Dortmund, I will pull them into the water!"

Marcus smiled and shook his head: "Sure enough, you are still the Caesar I know, do you remember when we first met?"

Caesar pretended to think about it, but he didn't remember this paragraph.

"I forgot, did I say something?" Caesar asked, perhaps this history can explain why Marcus took such care of Caesar.

Marcus looked up at him: "You told me that you will definitely become the number one striker in the world. You must surpass Sheva, Henry, Ronaldo, Muller, and Pele to become No. 1 in history. Before yesterday, I thought you were just a guy who could only talk big. Today, you at least let me see the shadow of an excellent striker. Although this guy is not particularly bright, I need to come and give pointers."

Caesar scratched his head. It turned out that this guy also had such great ideals, although he was just an ordinary player who ran fairly fast.

Don't worry, Ludwig Kaiser, leave your dream to me!
Early the next morning, Marcus came to the training ground. He had a hunch that he would announce his joining the first team in today's training session.Including Caesar, as long as the coach ignores his surly personality, entering the first team is definitely not a problem.

It's just a pity for Miguel.

Marcus, who got up early in the morning, wanted to say goodbye to his teammates who had made progress together, but when he arrived at the training ground, he was surprised to find that there was already a person jogging.

In the morning, Allentown was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.Marcus stood there flexing his arms and legs, waiting for the man to come running back.

"It really is you." Marcus smiled and waved at Caesar.

Caesar was sweating from running, with steam billowing from his head. God knows how long he had been running.

Caesar's mind is very simple. His body is not strong. He had difficulty dealing with Dortmund's U19 defenders yesterday. He will have to deal with even more difficult defenders in the future.

Chiellini, Ramos, Godin, Hummels, which one is not strong and capable, and he has to work harder because he doesn't have a golden finger.

At the very least, he must quickly adapt to Caesar's body rhythm, so that the 95's double speed can fully play its role. This is currently Caesar's only weapon, and it cannot be neglected.

Marcus and Caesar ran together, and the latter said: "Why, you are about to enter the first team, do you have to work harder? By the way, what about the Spanish kid, it shouldn't be a big problem to return to the team with his strength."

As a result, Marcus frowned and looked over, Caesar felt a little nervous, did he say the wrong thing again?
"You guys, once you don't care about the team's affairs." Marcus looked ahead, and they could adjust their breathing freely while jogging, so there would be no accidents that often happened in Caesar's previous life.

Caesar touched his head: "What happened to him?"

Was it fooled by those guys?
"Miguel has terminated his contract with the team. He thinks he has not been respected enough." Marcus shrugged. "Maybe now, he has boarded the train to Munich."

"What?" Caesar opened his mouth in surprise, and his steps were chaotic.

Marcus reminded: "Be careful of the wind blowing into the stomach, it will hurt in a while."

Caesar quickly closed his mouth, but he was still surprised.

Munich?This kid actually got Bayern's favor?
"Idiot, where did you think, I'm talking about 1860!" Marcus rolled his eyes, did this guy sleep badly again?

"Oh oh oh!" Caesar nodded quickly, so I just said it.

The two ran slowly until the arrival of other players from the team.Caesar obviously felt that there were several hot eyes on him, which were a mixture of envy, jealousy, and puzzlement. This feeling made him very comfortable.

"The last lap?" Marcus said, turning his head to see Caesar's silly look.

"what are you laughing at?"

Kaiser said: "I can't help but fantasize about the grand occasion when the two of us stepped onto the field and joined hands with Reus to help the team reach the Bundesliga."

Marcus laughed: "You're pretty good at thinking."

Caesar snapped his fingers: "I thought of it!"

"what happened again?"

"Three Masters of Allen!" Caesar turned his head with piercing eyes, "I hope to see such a name in the newspaper."

"Idiot, do you think we're the 'Spice Girls'?" Marcus snarled relentlessly, thinking: Well, not bad.

(End of this chapter)