Before facing Liverpool, Zhao Gang invited his teammates to a dinner.

This time, it was both to strengthen relationships and to celebrate his Golden Boy Award.

Of course, he paid for it. Although only nineteen years old, he had a lot of money in his account. Salaries and commercial contracts had reached the tens of millions level.

He originally thought about investing some in a football school, but Boss Xu took over the spending, and with the intervention of the Manchester City consortium, he suddenly had nowhere to spend the money.

Zhao Gang looked at his balance. Even if he did nothing now, just lying down and eating interest every day would be enough to live a carefree life.

However, he didn't have much of a pursuit for money. Otherwise, with some of the inside information he knew, he could easily make a fortune by betting on the World Cup and the European Cup. Why bother working so hard to play football?

Since he could have a second chance, he couldn't waste it.

He had to realize his dream from his previous life, making the name Zhao Gang a legend in football, and also use his influence to make some contributions to the already rotten Dragon Country football.

The night before the game, the teammates arrived at Zhao Gang's rented place. He wasn't the same as he was in Norwich. When he came to Manchester, with Peran's help, he rented a super big house, even with a swimming pool and gym.

The entire backyard was enough for these people to gather together.

Including Guardiola's coaching team and the team doctor.

Aileen was dressed very boldly and elegantly, in a specially made evening dress that showed off her very proud figure.

She looked at Ollie with a strange look in her eyes.

Everyone gathered together to congratulate Zhao Gang on winning the Golden Boy Award.

And also to celebrate Manchester City's brilliant record this season.

This was already the best start in the history of the entire Premier League. Even the glorious Manchester United had never created it, nor had Arsenal, who created the longest unbeaten record in Premier League history.

Aguero, who had already scored 28 goals in seventeen rounds this season, could break the Premier League's single-season goal record without any surprises.

Now he was moving towards the most glorious moment of his career.

The person he wanted to thank the most was of course Zhao Gang. After drinking some wine, he felt a little lightheaded.

In front of Ollie, he hugged Zhao Gang and kissed him.

Ollie felt a chill all over her body. Looking at the part of Zhao Gang's face that Aguero had kissed, she would have to give Zhao Gang a good wash later, otherwise she wouldn't be able to kiss him.

Zhao Gang also trembled. This guy was too enthusiastic. Before, he just hugged his head, but now he was kissing him directly.

"Brothers! Let's raise a glass to Zhao! My Premier League Golden Boot, Manchester City's Premier League champion! He brought it all. He is my best brother… except for Leo… he is the best player…" Aguero raised his voice. Suddenly, he felt that he had said too much. He looked at the people nearby, blinked, "Of course, there is also the effort of everyone, teammates, team doctors, coaches…" Aguero's voice became lower and lower. He said what was in his heart, but it felt a little wrong. Wasn't he selling out his good brother?

So many people had heard it. No matter how good the relationship between teammates and coaches, they all had their own little thoughts. He praised Zhao Gang so much, someone would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Everyone knew that what Aguero said was the truth, but it was a little awkward.

He is your best brother, what about us?

He is the best player, what about us?

Although it was the truth, it was not good to say it out loud.

Guardiola shook his head. Aguero was a good player on the field, but his personality and mouth were not reliable.

"Well said." Guardiola clapped his hands hard, and everyone in the audience applauded, which was considered to have turned over this unnatural atmosphere.

Next, Aguero even performed two shows. He had to sing Argentinian songs. Although everyone didn't understand, they could still keep up with the rhythm. If Guardiola hadn't stopped him, Aguero could have sung all night.

His enthusiastic and direct personality, although sometimes the words he said may not be very euphemistic, but his teammates could understand and respected and liked this, who should be Manchester City's strongest attacker in history.

Poor De Bruyne was also forced by Aguero to sing a song, which made De Bruyne anxious, his face flushed, scratching his ears and cheeks.

He couldn't liven up the atmosphere. He also understood Aguero's idea, wanting him to unite better with his teammates.

De Bruyne's skills were excellent and he was recognized by his teammates on the field, but he was always unable to let go in private, and there was a strange estrangement between him and his teammates. Aguero hoped that everyone could have a good time both on and off the field.

This way, they could have stronger cohesion.

Instead of being like what Neville said, Manchester City was just a group of mercenaries.

Finally, Guardiola ended the party, because there was still a game against Liverpool, and they should have a good rest.

Aguero hugged Guardiola with the strength of his alcohol. Guardiola kept a straight face, and a group of people held back their laughter, not knowing what to do.

"Whatever the coach says is what it is, Zhao, next time we have a party, you can't bring the coach again, okay?"

"Must be!!" Without waiting for Zhao Gang to respond, Aguero shouted himself, and his Dragon Country language has improved again.

In the end, except for Aguero, everyone went home.

With Guardiola present, no one dared to drink too much, only Aguero himself drank a little too much.

He was a little unsteady and could only sleep at Zhao Gang's place, and he kept hugging Zhao Gang, insisting on sleeping in the same bed.

He kept shouting that he wanted to introduce Zhao Gang to the most beautiful girls, South American babes were definitely exciting enough.

Brazilian and Argentinian supermodels were definitely top-notch.

When he returned to Argentina to participate in the competition, many girls wanted Zhao Gang's contact information.

The scene of Zhao Gang being stripped of his pants in front of the camera had spread to South America.

That scale, coupled with his unsolvable physical confrontation ability on the court, made people drool.

South American girls had not had much contact with Asians. Seeing Zhao Gang's performance, they wanted to try something new.

"No need to be responsible, I'm telling you brother, Ollie won't know, we'll just follow the original plan, we'll tell Ollie, take you to see the Argentina derby, and I'll arrange everything for you!"

Aguero sat on the bed with his eyes slightly open, and his voice suddenly lowered, as if afraid of Ollie hearing him. After saying that, he fell on the bed with a thud.

Zhao Gang stood beside him, his face was turning green, and he looked back at Ollie, who was standing with her hands on her hips and her head tilted, staring at Zhao Gang with eyes that looked like they wanted to eat him.

"He's drunk, this big mouth, he dares to say anything! He will definitely not do this kind of thing, and I will definitely not do this kind of thing."

"Then why did he say it was according to plan? And you said that you most wanted to go to Argentina to see the national derby, you most want to go to Argentina, not to see the derby, right?"

"Damn, I can't explain it." Zhao Gang walked to Ollie.

"Then what to do?" Ollie looked at Zhao Gang with a smile, after drinking some wine, her big eyes were even more watery.

"I can only use the ultimate move."

"What… ah!!"

With a tearing sound, Ollie's blue evening dress was directly torn by a pair of big hands.

With this figure, who needs a supermodel!

"You're crazy…" Ollie nervously covered herself with her hands, tilted her head and glanced at Aguero on the bed.

"He can't see it." Zhao Gang's thick body completely blocked the view. He pushed Ollie out of the room, closed the door, and was about to carry Ollie back to the bedroom when Ollie grabbed the wall with one hand.

"I want to be here."

Zhao Gang turned his head and glanced at the door, "There's someone inside."

"He can't see it."

…

The next day, Aguero, who woke up from his drunkenness, took a shower and thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Aguero went downstairs and saw Zhao Gang and Ollie eating. He strolled over, sat next to Zhao Gang, and his eyes rolled around, constantly wandering back and forth between Zhao Gang and Ollie.

He held it in for a long time, but still couldn't help but ask, "I drank a little too much last night, and fell asleep in a daze. I seem to remember getting up once in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, but it seems like I didn't get up… it might have been a dream."

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I vaguely heard someone outside the door calling for help… that voice, it seemed like they were being beaten pretty badly… was it a dream?"

Zhao Gang was still eating bread steadily. Ollie's body shook, and she thought of something, and unconsciously said, "oh,"

This dream was too real.