Green Field Eunuch

Chapter 576 It's Not My Fault I'm Too Handsome

Ultimately, bored Shan Yongzhuo, along with Ziyech and Gunnarsson, decided to travel to Morocco.

Although Morocco is an African country, it is located in North Africa and is very close to Spain, making it a popular tourist destination.

However, although Ziyech has acquired Moroccan citizenship, it is only because his father is Moroccan. He grew up in the Netherlands and is not familiar with Morocco at all.

So the three of them could only wander around Morocco aimlessly like headless flies.

Shan Yongzhuo's only impression of Morocco is the song "Casablanca," a world-famous song that he quite likes. The movie is also one of the few romance movies he has ever watched.

This made him quite eager to travel to Morocco.

However, as it turns out, there is still a gap between reality and movies.

The three of them eventually arrived in Casablanca, but just like in Chengdu, it wasn't easy to hear the song "Chengdu" or find the small bars on Yulin Road.

Shan Yongzhuo had never heard the song "Casablanca" before, and in the end, he listened to it himself in the hotel.

As for Rick's Bar and the like, there are indeed knock-off versions.

Helpless, Shan Yongzhuo and Gunnarsson could only tour the city, which means "white house," like ordinary tourists, visiting famous attractions such as the Hassan II Mosque.

Gunnarsson, however, was quite interested.

This guy is clearly a rough and uncultured man, but he insists on pretending to be a cultured person, acting as if he is very interested in other cultures, and pretending to be a very cultured scholar.

This prompted Shan Yongzhuo to complain, "Please, before you try to act like a cultured person, shave off that fierce beard first, okay?"

That's really distracting.

Besides, if you act all high and mighty like this, doesn't it make me look like this handsome guy is uncultured and only good-looking?
After all, I never went to university in this life. In my previous life, I only attended Changsha Industrial Vocational Technical College, and I devoted my entire university years to DOTA and adult films.

He can't even convincingly pretend to be a cultured person.

Another companion, Ziyech, completely went astray on this trip.

Although Ziyech claims to be a believer in Islam, he has absolutely no interest in mosques or anything like that. He doesn't even know anything about the sects or doctrines of Islam. Instead, he's very interested in the single landlady of the small hotel.

She was a European woman in her thirties from Greece, a woman who was quite mature for her age, but her features were truly beautiful, and her heart was as vast as the former Roman Empire.

"I struck up a conversation with her and we exchanged a few words, but she ignored me and wouldn't give me her phone number."

Ziyech was a little annoyed.

After all, he was only 20 years old. His youthful impulsiveness made him want to meet beautiful women and hoped to have a wonderful encounter on his journey.

Ziyech really wanted to get close to that girl.
To put it bluntly, I want to find a sex partner during my trip.

An old scumbag.

Gunnarsson was so annoyed by Ziyech that he gave him some advice: "Go find Shan, he'll definitely be able to get your phone number."

"one?"

"Yeah, Shan, he's so popular with girls, he'll definitely find a way!"

Ziyech's eyes lit up, and then he went to find Shan Yongzhuo.

Dan Yongzhuo was speechless after hearing Qi Yehe's words.

I was particularly speechless about Ziyech's taste.

This guy must have lacked maternal love since childhood.

So, to comfort his teammates, Shan Yongzhuo went downstairs and found the proprietress.

"Hello." Shan Yongzhuo spoke in English, assuming the other person understood. "Hello, Shan!" The proprietress excitedly shook hands, even holding Shan Yongzhuo's hand tightly. "I'm a fan of yours, what would you like to say to me?"

After saying that, she even gave him a few flirty glances, practically making it clear what was going on.

"Um..." Shan Yongzhuo felt a bit dangerous, pointed to Qi Yehe next to him, and said with a smile, "My friend really wants to get to know you, but he said you ignore him. If we have the honor, he would like to invite you to have dinner with us."

The proprietress glanced at Qi Yehe, then at Shan Yongzhuo, a look of disappointment in her eyes.

"No, that won't be necessary."

He was firmly refused, and Ziyech immediately lowered his head in disappointment.

“But…” The landlady thought for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Shan Yongzhuo, buried her head in his chest, and said with a sly yet coquettish smile, “This hug is my apology, Shan. You know, all the girls in our hotel want to hug you, or even have something happen between you. That would be wonderful.”

"You...you are really...you are so handsome."

Dan Yongzhuo was held tightly, and he could even feel something being stuffed into the back pocket of his jeans. He guessed it was probably a phone number or something.

He was at a loss.

Ziyech, standing to the side, was completely bewildered, feeling as if a thousand elephants had trampled over his heart.

Damn it.

So speechless.

How come I didn't think of this?
They completely forgot how much of a womanizer that bastard Shan is!

If I had brought Gunnarsson along, I might have had a chance!

After all, compared to that bearded guy, I'm probably more charming, right?

Shan Yongzhuo finally pushed away the enthusiastic Greek woman, grabbed Ziyech and went straight back: "Look, I can't help it. It's not my fault that I'm too handsome. You won't blame me, will you?"

Ziyech felt like he was going to vomit blood after hearing those words.

However, he also received some compensation. Shan Yongzhuo gave him the phone number in his pocket, which somewhat soothed Ziyech's wounded heart.

That evening, Ziyech booked a room by himself.

Shan Yongzhuo didn't know what happened next. He only knew that the day after leaving Morocco, Ziyech was very depressed and silent, and there were marks on his face that looked like he had been beaten.

"Single, do you think he succeeded?" Gunnarsson asked.

Dan Yongzhuo thought for a moment and said, "Maybe not, after all, Hakim's appearance... is still a bit lacking."

“That’s true,” Gunnarsson agreed. “If he looked like me, he wouldn’t have been rejected.”

Shan Yongzhuo smiled wryly and turned his head to look at Gunnarsson's big beard.

So, where does your confidence come from?

Ziyech, standing next to him, was reminiscing about his miserable trip to Morocco.

At the same time, he secretly made a vow in his heart.

You must become a superstar like Shane, and have the most outstanding performance in the game!
Then, I will be as popular as Dan, and women all over the world will be crazy about me. They will form my cheerleading squad, support me madly, and even dream of having something happen between us.

That's for sure!
Ziyech spent the whole night thinking about it and finally regained his confidence, believing he had found the sure-fire way to pick up girls.

To become a superstar like Shan Yongzhuo!

(End of this chapter)