How Could a Coach Have Amnesia? [Football]

★ Younger, unruly, genuinely ill seme × mature, confident CEO uke

To prove he's not crazy, Jiang Yi follows his memories and tries to have a pure romance. When his rose-colored glasses shatter, he angrily goes to read about someone else running away while pregnant!

★★ About a Patient's False Memories

Patient: I'm a soccer coach. I've won tons of trophies.

Childhood friend: Doctor! He's having another episode!

Patient: I'm serious. It was in Portugal...

Childhood friend: Wake up. You never made it to Portugal. You got into a car accident on the way.

Patient: Right, right. That's when my soul left my body and went to Germany.

Childhood friend: Doctor, get in here!!

Childhood friend: The doctor says the brain makes up memories to fill in the blanks.

Patient: You're the one with gaps in your memory! I remember perfectly. My darling little brother is a soccer star.

Childhood friend: But you don't even watch soccer.

Patient: I do. In bed with him...

Childhood friend: Why hasn't the doctor come yet!!!

Doctor: Patient, answer this question. How old is your "darling little brother" this year?

Patient: 18!

Childhood friend: Wrong. 29!

Patient: Well... he's biologically 18! Forget it. There's no getting through to people like you.

Doctor/Childhood friend: What an impressive level of self-deception!

#PatientTakesOnSpain #CrampedApartmentFiction

★★★ Reader's Guide

1) The blurb is just for jokes. The actual story is a serious, slow burn.

2) This is the second part of Soaring with You (the older one becomes the younger one), but Jiang Yi is not Eddie. New readers can enjoy it without having read the first part, and returning readers, please don't confuse them.

3) There won't be angst. It's all part of the fun.

This incapable author has the desire to write a chase-your-lover-to-the-crematorium story, but the body won't cooperate. Wah~

4) Eddie is a detestable rich man, but Jiang Yi is a young man with nothing. He spends a long time working hard to get ahead.

Theme: Love comes in a thousand forms. There's no standard template.