"Do you listen to Mr. Golden Ball?"
Mbappé looked up, his eyes full of envy and jealousy.
Are you sick?
"Osman." Mbappe said calmly, "Take that thing away."
"I'm asking you a question." Dembélé crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at him, "Do you listen or not?"
Mbappe put down his phone, sat up, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Osman, did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Mbappé turned over and buried his face in the towel.
Don't listen.
He chose to play dead.
"You are already twenty-eight!" Dembélé slapped the edge of the massage table.
"You are an adult now! It's time for you to use your own abilities to get the golden ball!"
Reader comments
A very good novel, keep up the good work by the author.
A very good novel, keep up the good work by the author.