"Okay, okay, we can go shopping and watch a movie over the weekend, everything is arranged!" Voldemort Morici said, indicating there's plenty of money.
"Alright, it's settled then. Remember to bring Brother Lu along, it'll be more fun with him." Emma happily hung up the phone.
Morici felt something wasn't quite right.
But there didn't seem to be anything odd, right? When his sister used to ask Morici out, she'd ask Morici to bring Lu too, didn't she?
Wait a minute...
Morici turned his head to look at Lu Yang.
"It's you who insists on calling me every time you go out to play. I didn't say or do anything, okay?" Lu Yang lifted his hands off the keyboard, to demonstrate his innocence.
And Morici finally realized what the problem was.
Damn it!
Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend's partner!
Thinking back to when he used to actively drag Lu Yang along to accompany his sister shopping, Morici wished he could slap himself twice.
With Brother Lu being such a well-rounded handsome guy, who wouldn't be tempted after enough time with him?
I've doomed my sister!
"Break it off!" Morici decisively said, "You must immediately break up with Emma! Never contact her again!"
Lu Yang nodded, then added, "I'll fully cooperate with you, but... I'm afraid this approach might backfire. If I ignore Emma, she might get even more... it'll be troublesome."
Lu Yang does have a girlfriend, after all, and isn't interested in having a harem.
"That's not your concern, even if it breaks her heart for a while, it has to be done." Morici, the family head, demonstrated his authority; his word was final.
But over the weekend, he still called Lu Yang out for shopping.
Lu Yang was quite surprised.
However, from Morici's panda eyes, some clues were revealed.
It seems, in the Old Mo's family, women rule the roost!
Tsk tsk.
Could it be that Momo has Sichuan blood?
After a half-day of shopping, movies, and dinner, Morici and Lu Yang said goodbye to Emma and prepared to head to the Sorona Friendship Stadium in Sweden.
This is this year's UEFA Europa League final venue, with a capacity of over fifty thousand.
"Bro, good luck! I'll be watching your game!" Emma hugged Morici.
After a quick hug, Emma immediately pushed Morici aside and looked at Lu Yang, rushing over with open arms: "Brother Lu, make sure to give it your all, and take care of yourself, don't get hurt again! I've seen your matches before, please don't head the ball anymore, don't block the ball with your body..."
Emma exhorted for a full five minutes.
Morici was dumbfounded.
Not using the body to block? Just watch the opponent score?
To your brother, it's just "good luck."
To Lu the scoundrel, it's a string of concerns?
Mua!
As quick as lightning, after saying her piece, Emma sneakily planted a kiss on Lu Yang's cheek, leaving an apple-flavored lip print.
"Good luck!"
Emma, blushing, shyly ran back into the school after the kiss.
Morici shuddered all over, tears of despair streaming down.
It's over!
It's completely over now!
Emma really seems to be falling!
Emma, oh Emma, of all the opponents in the world, why on earth did you choose the Kiss of Europa Sofia?
There's no chance of winning, sister.
Maybe just let it go?
That night, the entire San Remo team boarded the flight to Sweden.
Sofia rushed over through the night to see Lu Yang off for the last leg; her new movie was about to premiere, and she had to deal with affairs, but she would be present at the stadium on the day of the match.
A little goodbye kiss between a couple is normal, but Sofia sniffed and asked, "Did you change to an apple-scented cream recently?"
Lu Yang replied, "It's Morici's..."
"It's my new cream! It's really nice." Morici, the big third wheel, cut in, dragging Lu Yang onto the plane.
Sofia looked suspiciously, pondering for a while.
On the plane, Lu Yang was puzzled, "Why not just tell Sofia that there's nothing between me and Emma."
Morici was speechless, "You don't know the power of your Sofia. I'm afraid if this gets out of hand, while you might be fine, my sister might be in trouble! Let's just pretend this never happened, okay? Let's never mention it again!"
Lu Yang nodded and began reading the league analysis report provided by Lola.
He didn't know until he looked at it, and when he did, it was shocking!
This year, Talista scored twenty-seven league goals, tying with Perrotta for second place in the Serie A scorers' list, sharing the silver boot!
Amazing!
Only fifteen goals short of himself!
Izalelt is truly an atypical attacking midfielder, having blasted in twenty-four league goals, securing the Serie A bronze boot.
And Juventus' Ancelotti, due to injuries and fluctuating form, ranked fourth with twenty-one goals.
You could say he's aging well, or that he seems to be declining a bit.
This is also why Juventus hopes to bring in Kolber.
Originally, Juventus wanted someone to succeed Ancelotti but faced strong resistance from him.
After a negotiation lasting a couple of years, it ultimately ended with Juventus backing off.
However, since they can't replace Ancelotti, and Juventus' attacking firepower is dipping, they can only rely on other forwards to make up for Ancelotti's lost goals.
Juventus' veteran central forward, Manzuyovich, has been diligent for years, and his abilities are beyond question.
But he's disadvantageous because firstly, he's not Italian, and secondly, he was transferred from Bayern to Juventus a few years ago.
Despite learning diligently, he's not valued much.
Plus, Manzuyovich's humble demeanor is at odds with fans who prefer flamboyant stars, so his popularity has always been lukewarm.
If they can't swap Ancelotti, then naturally, Manzuyovich has to be replaced.