Forty-five minutes later, three young men dressed in casual appearance on the streets of ***.

The sky has become dark and the lights by the canal are bright. A sexy body is reflected in the human flesh window under the neon light, which makes the eyes of three young people.

"Handsome guy, come in and have a look!"

The half-naked ji girls pose at the people passing by the store door and recruit business. There are even many women among these "sightseeing" crowds.

"We were deserted and deserted during the day, but now it is so lively..." Xiao Luo sighed.

"This... is really..." Bepike looked at the girls who were openly recruiting guests and the police who were patrolling the streets. He really didn't know what to say. He had completely lost his thinking and language skills.

Rooney stared at the half-naked window girl without saying a word.

"One euro two minutes!" The sign placed at the door of a store attracted the attention of three people, and the people who walked out of the store had a more or less satisfied expression on their faces.

"What is this?" Pique's curiosity was aroused, and he asked.

Rooney shook his head.

"Don't worry, let's talk about it after going in! Only one euro is really cheap!" Little Ronaldo pulled them in.

This is a small "hall" on the floor, but in the middle is a cylindrical building. There are many small doors around the pillars, which can only accommodate a person who is not fat at most. There is a gap similar to a coin port next to the door. Luo Luo suddenly realized: "A good performance, can you watch it?"

"Look!" The two young men nodded firmly.

...

Two minutes later.

Luo looked at the two satisfied teammates and curled his lips: "I'm so disappointed. It takes more than ten seconds to lift my thighs, and a fixed position for 30 seconds. The turntable stage is as slow as a snail... I'm just watching the back for three quarters! Hey, it's really a waste of time. You guys! Let's go! Go somewhere else!"

He pulled two people away from the performance shop where people kept coming in.

"Why, there are so many people here?" Pique asked, pointing to a store door ahead.

There were long queues there, and men of all skin, appearance and age were waiting anxiously.

Luo looked at the window that was pulling the curtains.

"Oh, the girls inside are picking up customers, there are so many people in the queue... It means that they are beautiful, have a good figure, have a good job, and have a good business!"

Rooney and Picton looked at him with admiration because he knew everything...

Xiao Luo looked at the two people, then looked at the shops in front of him that were photographed by different lengths, and suddenly covered his stomach: "Oh, my stomach hurts, I have to go..."

He pointed to the WC sign on the corner of the street and said, "Wait for me here, don't go away!"

The two boys nodded honestly: "Okay, we'll wait for you."

Luo ran away with his stomach covering his body and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Pique leaned against Rooney nervously, and he felt the strangeness of the latter's body. Pique turned his head and saw Rooney's gaze staring at the girl behind a window in front of him, looking with relish.

More neon lights were lit, and the other side of the canal was brightly lit, and the night in Amsterdam gradually became darker.

...

After the sun rose from the east on the new day, Pique opened his eyes and saw clearly the environment he was in from his sleep, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is indeed in the team's dormitory, not in a kiln in Amsterdam.

All night, he was always having a dream, and the boss found out about his visit to Amsterdam. The boss did not lose his temper, but seeing his disappointed expression was like a nightmare like a falling sky for Pique.

He dreamed that he was driven out of Warrendam's training base, packed his luggage alone on a plane back to the UK, and then surrounded by countless media at the airport. They were all smiling with bad intentions and asked various questions that made him embarrassed.

He was surrounded by laughter, unable to move or breathe... until he woke up.

Pique turned over and sat up, his back was wet with sweat, and the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and Rooney had already gotten up.

He rubbed his face with both hands, hoping to make himself more awake.

Rooney walked out of the bathroom behind and said to Pike, "Go and wash your face, Gerald."

"Wynn." Pique turned his head and looked at his good friend, "We... won't have anything to do, right?"

Rooney was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shrugged: "What can be done? Didn't we come back on time yesterday? No one there discovered us, everything was perfect!"

He made a "V" gesture and continued, "Go and wash, and then go out for breakfast. If you don't go for a long time, there will be problems."

Upon hearing this, Pique stood up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

...

Ferguson got older and had less time to sleep, so he got up very early.

The weather in the Netherlands is much better than in England. It is a wonderful life enjoyment to listen to birds singing and smell the fragrance of flowers in this place.

Sleep is the most important activity in a person's life. Only adequate sleep can ensure that you can be energetic for working and studying all day.

The head coach enjoys the privilege of not having to live in the same room with anyone, and Ferguson lives alone in a dormitory.

Just as he finished washing and walked out of the bathroom, the door was knocked.

"Please come in."

The person who pushed the door in was a little surprised. He originally thought it was Queros, but he didn't expect it to be Pierce Boris, the press officer of Manchester United club.

"Good morning, Pierce." Ferguson greeted Boris.

Boris looked not very good-looking, he shook his head and said, "Jazz, I think there is something I have to tell you..."

He then handed Ferguson several newspapers in his hand.

"I only received a call from a friend in the morning to tell me what happened last night. Although I was not surprised by this, the bad thing is that other media don't think so..."

Ferguson looked down at the newspaper in his hand, including Dutch and English. The common feature was that he had all published four photos in a prominent position in the sports version, and the protagonists in the photos were all three familiar faces - Ronaldo, Wien Rooney and Gerald Pique.

The shots were not clear, a little blurry, and the angle was not very good. It can be seen that they were secretly photographed. The background of these three faces was... the bustling streets under neon lights.

"I'm just shopping together, what's there to make a fuss?" He was puzzled and wanted to return the newspaper. "I allow them to move freely every night. Don't the players play in the town these days?"

Boris did not answer, but pointed to the photos in the newspaper and said, "These photos were not taken in Warrendan, but in Amsterdam."

When Ferguson heard this name, he was a little surprised. He lowered his head and looked at the photo carefully, trying to see some clues from it.

"The photo from Amsterdam." Boris continued, "a few English journalists who went there for fun met these three people by chance on the street..."

Ferguson looked up at Boris who was still explaining to him, and seemed unable to believe everything he heard.

...

Manchester United's three meals a day are all handled by the nutritionist and chef he brought to him. The whole team, from coaches to players, eat together, without any exception.

During breakfast, everyone gathered together to have dinner and chat. Ronaldo, Pique and Rooney got together, sat in an unobtrusive corner, whispering the excitement of last night.

Pique seemed not attentive, he was looking around.

"Hey, Gerald, what are you looking at?" Ronaldo reached out to stagger in front of Pique's eyes, not attracting his attention.

"The boss is not here." Pique said as he looked around, "Assistant Carlos is not here..."

At the end of his speech, his voice became weaker and he was a little frightened.

After hearing Pique say this, Rooney and Ronaldo were busy looking up and searching in the crowd. Sure enough, they did not see the two coaches.

Usually everyone eats together, just like head coaches and assistant coaches, why are they not here this morning?

The three of them looked at each other and saw a hint of panic on each other's faces.

"Hey, there will be no problem, right?" Rooney looked at Ronaldo.

But Ronaldo didn't know how to answer him, but just murmured, as if comforting Rooney, and as if convincing himself: "Maybe they have something else..."

Just when the three of them were uneasy, Ferguson and Queros finally appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

Ferguson first stood at the door and glanced at the team, then took someone to find an empty table to sit down and start eating.

He said nothing while scanning the audience, with no expression on his face, and he could not tell what he was thinking in his heart.

Luo and the other two could only lower their heads and rush to have a meal, hoping to leave this place that made them uncomfortable early.

Just as they finished their meal in three and were about to get up and leave, Ferguson spoke.

"Asis, Wien, Pique."

The three people were shocked.

"Go to my room in thirty minutes. I want to discuss something with you..." Ferguson said casually with his head down. At the same time, he used a fork to tick the ham in the plate, and then cut it down with one piece of cake. The metal and porcelain plates collided with a crisp sound.

After hearing this sound, Pique suddenly shrank his neck, as if he had seen what was in his dream gradually becoming a reality...

The players were a little surprised that the boss suddenly asked the three people to go to his room. They looked at their three teammates standing in the center of the restaurant in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

"Now you can go." Ferguson waved his hand, still holding a knife in his hand, shining in the morning sun.

As soon as the three of them left, the conversation quickly came to mind in the restaurant. Everyone was guessing what mistakes these three people had made, because the boss's voice sounded that he was in a good mood now.
Chapter completed!