The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

Chapter 144 Why am I lying in a hotel bed?

To be clear beforehand, Yuan Meng is by no means a person who lusts after beautiful women.

Among many different beauties, he only preferred Eastern beauties, preferably those with a classical charm.

But he had to admit that the man in front of him did indeed have a unique charisma.

Her curly hair looked exceptionally soft under the warm yellow light, unlike the exaggerated afro on the poster. As a former supermodel, she was extremely skilled at dressing up, and her makeup was exquisite and smooth, which, combined with her light brown skin, made her look exceptionally beautiful.

Although her appearance did not meet Yuan Meng's aesthetic standards, he still glanced at her a few more times.

Two candlesticks sat on the clean table, with six candles burning quietly, adding a touch of beauty to the tranquil environment.

Yuan Meng was in a relaxed mood. He already knew that he was just putting on an act today, and he was happy to cooperate.

However, he didn't intend to pretend. He pointed to the menu and ordered two steaks, a salad, and some fruit, planning to add more if needed.

The afternoon training had left him hungry, and he had no intention of putting on a gentlemanly act.

He's not a great actor, so naturally he doesn't care about the quality of the performance.

He came here just to eat, and incidentally to complete a business mission.

The two spoke very little. Yuan Meng had just arrived in Amsterdam and spent most of her time playing football, so she didn't know much about the local culture.

Hamman is quite eloquent, and with Egyptian and Monaco heritage, she has some knowledge of the cultures of several countries.

"Where in China are you from?" Harman asked, resting his chin on his hand with a curious expression.

"In the central region, Hubei, I don't know if you've heard of it."

Harman shook his head: "I was born in Amsterdam, but my family is quite complicated. My father is Egyptian and my mother is Moroccan, so I had to learn three languages ​​from a young age."

"That's similar to me," Yuan Meng said indistinctly as she stuffed meat into her mouth. "I learned the language before I decided to go to Germany for youth training."

"Then why did you come to the Netherlands? I heard that the football atmosphere is better in Germany." Hamann was curious about the football star from the East in front of him.

"Ambition, I suppose."

"Ambitious? Shouldn't you have gone to England or Spain? Like Real Madrid?"

Yuan Meng shook her head: "I won't go to a place that doesn't value me. I will succeed in a place that people never expect, and make those who treat me like a second-rate star beg me to come."

"People always like to talk about giants like Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Manchester United, and Bayern Munich. Wouldn't it be even more exciting if I led Ajax to crush them all?" Yuan Meng's eyes gleamed with fervor.

Harman was taken aback and stared into Yuan Meng's eyes for a long time without realizing it.

"You really can't tell from your appearance. I thought you were a well-behaved player," Hamann said with a smile.

"You're not wrong, I am indeed a player who focuses on playing football."

"Is this your reason for not drinking?" Harman raised his glass, gesturing for Yuan Meng to join him.

"I have training tomorrow."

"I'm flying to Paris tomorrow, and I have a fashion show the day after," Harman said with a sly smile. "Is that a valid reason?"

"Just one glass." Yuan Meng thought the red wine wasn't very strong, so she drank it all with Harman.

Ironically, this was Yuan Meng's first time drinking alcohol.

Why is the table tilted after we finished drinking?

"Are you alright?" Harman straightened up and helped Yuan Meng sit up.

"It's nothing, why do you ask?" Yuan Meng almost collapsed again after saying that.

boom!

Hamman sighed and rubbed his forehead. What was he going to do now?

"Let me take you home. Where do you live?" Harman asked.

"Amsterfen, what's the number again? 409? No, that's a house number in England—"

Harman was speechless and simply told the driver to help Yuan Meng into the car and take her to the hotel first.

The morning sunlight was particularly dazzling as Yuan Meng woke up in her soft bed.

He held his head for a while to catch his breath, still feeling a bit dizzy.

When he opened his eyes wide, he saw a woman putting on makeup in front of a mirror.

"You're awake?" Harman's voice drifted over.

Yuan Meng asked instinctively, "Who are you?"

Harman tilted her head and rolled her eyes: "You forgot already after just having dinner last night?"

Yuan Meng sat cross-legged and pondered for a while.

"So, the question is, why am I here?"

Harman got angry at this: "How dare you say that? You're a grown man, and after a glass of red wine you're like a dead pig. You didn't even know where you lived, and then you just fell asleep and couldn't be woken up."

After Harman said that, Yuan Meng could barely recall some fragmented memories.

He glanced at his bathrobe: "Who changed my clothes? We—"

"Don't worry, the driver helped you change your clothes. I can't bring myself to touch a little brother who can't drink." After finishing her makeup, Harman stood up and asked, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll have the waiter bring it over."

"Fried egg, oatmeal, blueberries, milk —"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Harman raised her hand to stop her. "Are you ordering? There are only three set meals. Choose one. There's a menu on the table. Look at it yourself."

"Okay, Package A," Yuan Meng reluctantly conceded. "By the way, why didn't you book me a room alone?"

Do you have your identification with you?

Yuan Meng reached into her pocket and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I left my driver's license in the car."

While waiting for her food, Yuan Meng's mind cleared up a bit, and she remembered a serious question.

Since there's a driver, why not let me share a room with him?

Is this woman still lusting after me?

Yuan Meng suddenly asked, "Is your driver male or female?"

Harman casually replied, "A man, so what?"

Yuan Meng had already seen through everything. She raised her finger and questioned, "Why didn't you arrange for me to share a room with the driver? Are you lusting after me?"

Harman chuckled: "My driver is gay. You're so good-looking, are you sure you want to spend the night with him?"

Yuan Meng's pupils dilated drastically. She lowered her fingers and said sincerely, "Sister Hamman, thank you for sparing my life."

After breakfast, Harman left first to catch her flight, while Yuan Meng followed a few minutes later.

Although there were some unexpected events, Yuan Meng slept well that night, so her training shouldn't be delayed.

Yuan Meng happily walked out of the hotel lobby, when she suddenly saw several people carrying cameras across the street.

They quickly pressed the shutter button, and when they saw Yuan Meng looking in their direction, they took off running.

Why are you taking pictures of me without my permission?

Yuan Meng was completely confused. The Dutch league does have interview segments, so why are they so eager?

Well, that's the end of the matter anyway, so Yuan Meng didn't pursue it further and called Wilt to come pick her up.

There was no other way; his Mercedes was still parked in front of the restaurant from last night, and he needed to hurry to get it, as there were only forty minutes left before training time.

Wilt chatted and laughed all the way, feeling that the plan was a success. He was sure that a publicity campaign tomorrow would attract a lot of attention.

Yuan Meng is no longer concerned about the next step; he needs to hurry back to the team to prepare for the game.

Ten Hag is still in the hospital after being hit by a reporter.

Assistant coach Schroeder is a tactical fanatic who is not good at integrating players and has no outstanding reputation.

He came with Ten Hag and replaced the original assistant coach. Many players who came from the local youth academy had feelings for the old assistant coach and did not respect Schroed.

With Veltman in the backfield to stabilize the team, it's hard to say what will happen to the young players in the front. If something happens while Ten Hag is not there, the team's recent momentum will collapse.

In short, Yuan Meng has to go back and save face.

With him around, the young guys in the frontcourt don't dare to cause trouble.