"In the future, if you get the chance, you should attend more university mixers. The girls there may not all be innocent, but the odds of meeting a good girl are much better than finding true love among the ones you pay for."
"Let’s go, I’ll go with you to sort this out. If you go alone, I’m afraid you’ll get taken advantage of. How about that?"
Morici nodded, expressing hope that Brother Lu could lend Xiaomo a helping hand.
Momo is a bit flustered right now.
Lu Yang dragged Morici outside, and Morici asked, "Should we let Naji come with us?"
Lu Yang sneered, "No need. But I’ll deal with him later."
People who corrupt their teammates without thinking are truly idiots.
Many who lead others down the path of smoking, drinking, and gambling might not be affected themselves, and some quit shortly after.
But those they bring along might be troubled by these vices for life.
If you can’t take responsibility for someone else’s outcomes, don’t lead them into it lightly—it’s really irresponsible.
Similarly, if you don’t trust someone enough, don’t easily try out the obvious bad things or actions they recommend.
Of course, I, Lu, absolutely deny that I’m just jealous of Naji leading Morici ahead of me.
After all, I, Lu, haven’t even been initiated yet.
...
San Remo, 213 Darling Street, Tia Flower Shop.
Through the window, watching the pretty blonde girl inside trimming the flower stems and arranging the vases, honestly, this is vastly different from the kind of girl Lu Yang had in mind.
Especially since Lu Yang noticed a Morici sticker on the shop’s cash register computer. It’s a San Remo official fan product from the beginning of last season.
There’s even a celebration photo from their Italian D Division season.
Lu Yang remembered that distinctly because that was when he and Morici were first dubbed the twin stars of San Remo. When people keep newspaper clippings, they usually keep images of him and Morici together or just of Lu Yang alone.
This was the first time Lu Yang saw someone cut him out of the picture.
Is this girl a fan?
And a fan of Morici, at that?
"You call this a floozy?" Lu Yang pulled Morici aside.
"I don’t know, Naji told me she was." Morici was surprised too, babbling, "Maybe those girls disguise themselves like this during the day?"
Lu Yang flicked Morici on the forehead, "If they could make half a month’s revenue in a night just by spreading their legs, why open a flower shop? It’s not like it’s ten years down the line when they need to dress up and pretend to be socialites at grand hotels or light incense at temples pretending to be Buddhist devotees."
"I’m telling you, there’s probably a huge mistake here."
"I suspect she might be your fan."
"Damn! Morici! You’ve hit the jackpot! You wicked shameless scoundrel!"
Lu Yang was losing his composure.
Not envious at all, I’m just totally not envious.
If she isn’t one of those professionals, then the script and attitude Lu Yang prepared beforehand need a change.
This whole thing smacks of misunderstanding.
But unfortunately, though Morici is a football genius, when it comes to matters of the heart, he’s as clumsy as an ox. While Lu Yang was still gathering his thoughts, Morici already charged into the shop and blurted to Tia, who was working on the flowers, "Hey, Tia, give me back the one thousand yuan hush money!"
Tia looked up, saw that it was Morici, and immediately froze, her eyes turning red in an instant.
Tears streamed down, truly a tragic scene.
Seeing this, Lu Yang was reminded of the famous Henan opera "The Case of Chen Shimei," where Qin Xianglian confronts her faithless husband. Isn’t this the spitting image of that scene?
What the hell did that bastard Naji do?
Could it be... he’s collecting money from both ends?
This... business genius!