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"In short, don't worry about those who contact you for the time being." Cyril concluded: "Anyway, I am at my age now. No matter which team I go to, I am basically a substitute material. Since In this case, it is better to stay in Porto and practice for a few more years."

"No problem." Mendes immediately agreed.

Just like what he promised to Cyril at the beginning, Mendes is a person who values ​​long-term interests. He will not damage his cash cow because of temporary interests. After a period of precipitation, Mendes has clearly understood The potential in this young man in front of him, and the more so, he will only be more cautious about the transfer of Cyril.

"By the way," when Mendes was about to leave, when he opened the door, he turned around and asked Cyril as if thinking of something: "Have you learned any other languages? Like English, German, Italian, etc. ?Although you will not leave Porto for the time being, I personally think it is better for you to prepare as early as possible."

"I have been learning English by myself, and I have almost mastered the written language. I will also ask a tutor for oral English in the near future. English should not be a big problem," Cyril said: "Other languages ​​​​are not involved much... ..."

Mendes understands Cyril's character. Since he said it's okay, it basically means that he is very sure, so Mendes nodded with satisfaction: "For now, master English first, and other languages ​​can depend on the situation. Take your time, don't rush. I have other things to do, so let's go first."

After sending Mendes away, Cyril walked back to the living room and put away the contract on the coffee table.

Considering that Cyril only played an exhausting game yesterday, Mourinho granted him a day off to rest at home, so that Cyril had time to sit leisurely on the sofa and talk about the transfer with Mendes, After sending Mendes away, Cyril didn't stay idle, and turned around and went into his room to continue writing questions.

Shen Wei didn't come back at noon, so Cyril made a dish with the ingredients in the refrigerator, and solved the problem of lunch simply with rice. in the cupboard.

After finishing these, Cyril took another small lunch break, and when he woke up again, it was already half an hour later.

When he was in the youth dormitory in Porto, Costa was often amazed at Cyril’s habits—what time did he have to eat, he could only sleep for half an hour during lunch break, and the immune system detoxified from nine to eleven o’clock in the evening to maintain inner peace. From one to five o'clock to detoxify the internal organs, deep sleep must be guaranteed... The terms and conditions are as harsh as an ascetic.

But it is undeniable that the long-term and regular living habits have also brought a lot of benefits to Cyril. Without these bits and pieces of persistence, it is hard to say whether he will be easily knocked down on the court.

It was a leisurely afternoon, and it was rare for Cyril not to practice again. He simply cleaned up the house, and the doorbell rang.

Cyril glanced at the wall clock on the wall, the time pointed to 1:50, and he knew it clearly.

When chatting with neighbors at home a few days ago, Cyril mentioned that he wanted a private tutor to teach oral English. At that time, Muric next door patted his chest and said that he would definitely introduce a reliable teacher to Cyril. Yesterday, Muric also told him that the agreed time was 2:00. Now it seems that the teacher introduced by Muric should be outside the door.

He put down what he was doing and went to open the door.

The man outside the door looked to be about 30 years old, with a dark gray cashmere suit buttoned up to his chest, revealing a white and blue tie with diagonal stripes.A pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of the tall nose, and the corners of the lowered lips were bent into a natural arc, gentle and restrained.

However, the moment Cyril saw the man, he frowned slightly unconsciously.

What he wanted to learn was as pure a spoken English as possible, but the man in front of him was obviously an Oriental—to be precise, he was a Chinese.

Let a Chinese teach yourself English?Cyril hesitated a little. He began to think whether Muric found a bargain for him because of his family's situation?It's just that language is different from other things. If you go to a foreign team in the future, the inaccuracy of language in communication is very likely to cause a lot of trouble.

Moreover, since being promoted to the first team, Cyril's weekly salary has also made the family's life no longer as tight as it used to be.Tutoring fees are expensive, but not totally unaffordable.

Thinking of this, Cyril still decided to let the man in front of him go back first, but before Cyril could speak, the other party seemed to see through his thoughts from his expression, and said before him: "Hello, I'm Mu A tutor introduced by Mr. Rich."

Very fluent and pure London accent.

Cyril was slightly stunned, and at the moment when he was stunned, the man smiled slightly: "Now, can we go in and talk?"

Cyril didn't mind being seen through by the other party's inner suspicion, he simply said straightforwardly: "Sir, I admit that your spoken English is very good, but to be honest... I would rather have a spoken English teacher from the UK , not... a Chinese."

The man nodded kindly, still with a smile on his face: "Unfortunately, I'm originally a British." He spread his hands, solemnly: "Do you need me to show you my British passport?"

"..." Cyril was a little speechless for a while. After struggling for a while, he decided to try this person's level first. If the other party's ability is not enough, it's okay to change to another oral English teacher at that time.

"Well, you managed to convince me for the time being," Cyril moved away, and felt a nerve-wracking feeling about someone's entanglement for the first time: "Please come in."

Although Cyril was still full of doubts about the man in front of him, out of politeness, he led him to the sofa, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

no respond.

Cyril frowned, and when he turned around, he saw the man standing in the center of the hall and scanning the entire house. No... To be precise, it didn't look like a guest was curious about the internal structure of the house, but like... a certain kind of critical inspection.

This made Cyril, who had no affection for the man in front of him, even more dissatisfied. He said in a deep voice, "This gentleman?"

The displeasure on Cyril's face was very obvious, no matter how dull the man was, he could see it now: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious..." He noticed the suspicion and vigilance in Cyril's eyes, and simply changed the subject: " My surname is Shen, you can call me Shen."

Cyril didn't bother with the last question, he didn't take the drink at the moment, he just poured himself a glass of boiled water, and sat back on the sofa again: "Your salary is still as Mr. Muric said—you No objection?" Seeing Shen nodded, Cyril said again: "Then let's start tutoring now, is that okay?"

"...Wait." The man couldn't help but stop, "Didn't you just ask me what I want to drink?"

Cyril said lightly: "Drinks are used to entertain polite guests."

Shen dumb, but not annoyed.He seemed to be aroused by Cyril, and now he put all his eyes on Cyril, staring at him with such a bright light, until Cyril interrupted him impatiently: "You can start Yet?"

Shen Xianze's gaze shifted to the young man's face. The young man's expression was cold, not at all like the gentle and polite look he saw when he opened the door, but this look that looked cold but actually was full of anger was more to his liking—— It will not make him feel that he has met another gentle and composed self.

Knowing that if the trouble continues, the young man in front of him will probably become really angry, Shen Xianze didn't talk about it anymore: "No problem."

Once he entered the working state, the man became serious and serious, just like what Cyril heard at the door. This oral English teacher has a pure and strong London accent, and he is also very meticulous when guiding Cyril. But the requirements are also very strict, and every sound that Cyril utters is made to be standard enough.

This reassured Cyril, who had doubts about this so-called spoken English teacher, even though the other party was not a native Englishman, but his own teaching ability is still worth mentioning, compared to Cyril's self-study efficiency is higher a lot of.

It seems that Mr. Muric did not recommend the wrong person. Although the person in front of him is somewhat rude, he still has hard skills.Otherwise, it would be good to learn spoken English from this person?

The two-hour study time ended soon, but Shen Xianze didn't move. He looked at Cyril, as if casually said: "It can be seen that your English foundation is very solid, otherwise you wouldn't have learned so fast... …May I ask which school you study in?"

The movements of Cyril's hands froze, and soon he became calm again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and glanced at the man opposite, with no expression on his face: "Sorry, I didn't go to school."

Shen Xianze was taken aback for a moment, never expecting to get such an answer.Cyril's basic knowledge is very solid, and his comprehension ability is also very good. He thought he would talk about some well-known school in Porto, but he never expected it to be self-taught. Shocked, he blurted out: "Why?"

"I don't think this has anything to do with our teaching, right?" Cyril was really annoyed, did this person really not understand people's faces or pretend he couldn't?He suppressed his anger, and stood up calmly: "Thank you very much for your tutoring today, let's stop today's study, and I will transfer the money to your account on time."

This is the clear deportation order.