The coaching career started as a college team coach

"Break up with your girlfriend?"

Martinez rolled his eyes, "He's obviously single!"

"Did someone scratch your car today?"

Caudy, who often took Wei Le home, shook his head, "He doesn't have a car either!"

"Lost in the game?"

"He can't lose!" Jota said without hesitation, "He's better than me sometimes!"

"..."

One by one, some reliable, some outrageous ideas were eliminated. Before they knew it, everyone was talking until it was almost dark, and they still didn't figure out what happened to Wei Le.

"Forget it, we won't get any results by talking like this." Jota rubbed his head irritably, "We have to ask for help from outside."

"Ask for help from outside?"

Rodri looked at him, "Who?"

"Have you forgotten that when Wei Le introduced his college classmates to us, he told us that he had a good friend who grew up with him. He also greeted us and added contact information to some of us."

"Yes, we can definitely ask that Han!"

"He knows the boss better than we do."

Everyone talked at once and handed the contact work to Jota.

"Now there is a question, that is, what time is it in China now?"

"Uh, now..." Celars looked up at the watch. It was 5:30 pm in Wolverhampton. "With the seven-hour time difference, it would be 12 o'clock in the evening!"

"Will it disturb him?" Celars was a little worried, but Jota said, "There is no need to call directly. I can send him a message. If he replies, we can talk about it in detail."

"Functionable!"

China, Beijing.

Han Yang stood in front of the microwave. Through the glass, he was carefully looking at his roasted corn wrapped in the dim light. The countdown finally reached zero. With the pleasant ringtone, Han Yang stepped forward and opened the door of the microwave.

The misty aroma came with the water vapor, and Han Yang brought out the roasted corn with satisfaction.

It was already past twelve o'clock, but Han Yang still didn't go to bed. This was certainly not because he wanted to enjoy a good nightlife, but simply because - his work had just been completed.

After rushing home on the last bus with a hungry stomach, Han Yang had no time to eat before a new contract was sent to him for revision and review.

It was not until there were only a few cars on the street, the starlight formed by the car lights and the windows with lights on between the buildings were fewer, and only the street lights were standing alone on the empty streets that Han Yang closed his laptop.

"Damn, did I save it?"

Han Yang had just brought the corn back when he suddenly thought of something. His heart tightened. He hurriedly turned on the computer and saw that the icon saved on the desktop was still there. He was relieved.

This was just a normal day for him.

Lack of sleep, lack of rest, lack of happiness, lack of money.

Han Yang firmly believed that he did not study law to become a corporate legal affairs officer, worry about all kinds of trivial matters, squander his youth in a company with no future, and rot and stink in constant wrangling.

He put the roasted corn on the table, blew on his fingers that were a little painful from the burn, and picked up his phone to see if there was any new news.

"Hmm?"

He saw a strange avatar floating to the front of the list on WeChat.

"Who is it?"

Han Yang opened the chat with his left hand, and grabbed the corn with his right hand to eat it. But he couldn't eat it anymore after just one bite. It was not because the corn cob was too hot, but because he recognized who sent him the message.

Jota from Wolves!

I vaguely remember that at the beginning of the year, Wei Le recommended the WeChat software to the Wolves, so everyone added WeChat to each other as a new way to chat privately, and also added some Chinese friends.

For example, Wei Le recommended his childhood friend Han Yang to them.

But after adding, there was no contact. It was just that when Han Yang posted on Moments, Jota and other friends often liked Han Yang's post.

When Han Yang saw the message Jota sent to him, he was a little curious and excited, but when he looked carefully, he became more and more serious. Jota certainly didn't speak Chinese, so he used Google's machine translation.

Although there were some grammatical errors, Han Yang could still understand what happened.

As soon as he saw it, he became anxious - Wei Le was in trouble?

Seeing Ruota asking Han Yang if he had time at the end of the message, Han Yang immediately replied: "Yes, what do you need me to do?"

"Yes!" Not long after, Ruota shouted, and everyone instantly focused their attention. Some people who were far away even ran over to lie down and watch. Ruota quickly said: "Don't worry, I'll read it."

"He said he has time!"

"Okay!"

AfterCommunication, soon, a voice call crossed the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean.

"Hello, Han."

"Hello, Diogo." But at this time, Han Yang had no intention of reminiscing with the superstars on the TV screen. He just wanted to know how Wei Le was doing.

"Tell him about his situation in detail, preferably in detail about who he contacted after the game and what he said."

And Jota and the others looked at each other, and in the end it was Rodri who was more eloquent. He summarized everything everyone saw, including Wei Le's meeting with Chelsea's head coach Conte.

"The point is, he met with Conte, and then he became unwell?"

"It seems like that."

"Oh..." Han Yang thought about it and gradually calmed down, "Don't worry, I can tell you that your boss is a very professional person, maybe he will be able to adjust back tomorrow and work normally as usual."

Han Yang paused, but Jota did not accept this result. He said, "I know he will definitely adjust soon, but we care about the boss very much, and we want to know what caused him to be like this."

"Compared to normal training, we, at least I, actually hope that he can be happy as soon as possible."

"Is that so." Han Yang smiled, and he couldn't help thinking that Wei Le was really good at bringing out a group of good players. He thought about it and sorted out his own thoughts on this matter.

"Wei Le is very professional. He will not be affected by things in life. Therefore, the only thing that may affect his work status is work."

"He said he was very disappointed? I think he was not disappointed with you, nor was he disappointed because of the loss. He was disappointed with himself." Han Yang knew Wei Le. The last time he had this situation was after the college team lost the game.

Wei Le seemed to be broken.

Han Yang had his own way of understanding Wei Le's behavior, but Wei Le was not in front of him now, so he could not ask directly. He could only guess based on limited information.

"It may be because he made very, very big adjustments to your tactical play and made great efforts, but in the end he found that he had to adjust it again?"

"Or, I think he can't find the direction." Han Yang said firmly, "He doesn't know how to continue to lead the team. He is a little tired."

"Fuck, don't scare me." Jota shuddered when he heard this. Han Yang said this, and Jota suddenly had a feeling - Wei Le would not leave the Wolves, right?