"You've won the Golden Boy Award, the Bundesliga title, and the UEFA Europa League. I look forward to hearing the good news of you winning the Champions League, the European Golden Ball Award, and the World Footballer of the Year!"
Hearing this, Wang Shuo suddenly felt a sting in his nose.
This was the first time Gao Huairen had spoken to him in such a tone, one filled with anticipation and pride.
After the black Mercedes-Benz MPV departed, Wang Shuo remained standing there, gazing in the direction it had disappeared.
"Back when we were in China, we all respected Coach Gao, but we always thought he was long-winded and strict, always lecturing us with all sorts of grand principles."
"But now, after not seeing him for so long, hearing him talk like that again... it's suddenly a little touching."
Shen Qinghe turned her head, glanced at Wang Shuo, and chuckled. "Maybe this is what they call 'distance creates beauty'!"
Wang Shuo snorted, unable to stop himself from laughing along.
