The first tumor in football

Chapter 105 He is a typical selfish and sophisticated egoist

Song Wen never imagined that the most outstanding ability of Mr. Shake, who would be worth 100 million in the future, would be immunity to alcohol!
This was really hard for Song Wen to accept.

He believes that the ability of a rocker should at least be something like a dynamic body or sexy buttocks.

But when I wanted to come back, the system also said that this ability was just randomly drawn, so maybe I just didn't get it.

Moreover, based on his understanding of the system, this kind of extraction ability is generally not just a simple copy, but often surpasses the original.

Take Yaozi for example. Song Wen saw Yaozi drinking in the bar more than once, with his face flushed and looking dazed.

Although he can drink, it is obviously unrealistic to say that he is immune to alcohol.

Thinking of this, Song Wen looked at Yaozi meaningfully and said earnestly:

"Shit, can't you live without alcohol? Do you know that drinking like this will cause a lot of irreversible damage to your body?"

Hearing Song Wen's words, Grealish spread his hands indifferently.

"Song, you know that drinking is my biggest hobby. Everyone has their own hobbies, right? Just like your biggest hobby is the charming and busty boss lady at the spa."

"Wait," Song Wen interrupted Grealish directly, "Where did this rumor come from?"

"What rumor?" Grealish looked puzzled. "Isn't this something everyone knows?"

"Everyone knows?"

"Yes, Diao Mao told me as soon as I joined the team. The whole team knows that you like young women in their thirties."

"..."

"And the fans all know that, didn't you notice that there were not many people when you went to the spa recently?"

Hearing Grealish's words, Song Wen was surprised and said, "Their business has been really bad recently. Every time I go there, I have to order three at a time, for fear that one day they will not be able to hold on."

Song Wen was a little confused.

Since Ipswich fans think that he is having an affair with the boss's wife, shouldn't they go and support him more?

"In your China, it is said that ancient emperors had 3,000 beauties in their harem. At first, everyone wanted to support you, but later on, this spa club seemed more like your harem. They all said that the proprietress was the queen, and the technicians inside were all your concubines. It is absolutely not okay to let Song Wen's beauties wash your feet."

Grealish's explanation made Song Wen frown.

Sometimes, the way these foreigners think is really impossible to think normally.

Although I go there every day and order three times a day, I can't run this spa by myself.

If the boss lady runs away, where will he go to maintain his feet?
As if he had guessed Song Wen's concerns, Grealish said:

"You don't have to worry about Song. The town has already waived more than half of the rent for the proprietress. And as for the fans, even though they won't let your concubines wash their feet, they will still patronize you occasionally."

"Why would you visit if you don't want to wash your feet?"

Grealish smiled and said, "They pay technicians to wash your feet! Just a few days ago, I heard that someone specially invited an old Chinese doctor from London to come back and train the technicians in the club on... acupuncture points? I don't understand it either, but it's to help you take better care of your feet."

Song Wen looked strange.

No wonder the proprietress was particularly enthusiastic towards him when she went to Chun Yang these days.

But what was even more strange to him was——

"Shit, where do you get all this weird news?"

"The bar," Grealish spread his hands. "In the bar, you can find out everything you want to know."

Song Wen thought for a while.

Grealish is right.

The bar is indeed the best place to get information.

Not only that, bars are a great place to spread the word.

He looked at Grealish and said:

"The key problem is that there's no point in going to a bar with you. You can't drink much."

"My alcohol tolerance is poor?" Grealish widened his eyes and pointed at himself. "Are you serious, Song? I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. I don't just mean the upper part, but also the lower part. Do you understand, Song? All those girls were impressed after being fucked hard by me. Wow, Grealish, you are awesome!"

Song Wen ignored Grealish's bragging.

"You're so awesome, why don't we have a competition?"

"Comparing what? Drinking?"

A look of excitement appeared on Grealish's face and he burst into laughter.

"Wow! Song! Cool! I didn't expect you to say something like that! You've picked the wrong opponent to compete with me in drinking. Maybe I'm not as good as you on the court, but you can go out and ask around in Ipswich Bar Street and ask who the dad is."

He knew that the last time he went to the bar with Song Wen, Song Wen didn't drink a drop of alcohol and even said that he couldn't drink at all.

When it comes to drinking, Yaozi has absolute confidence in himself.

Song Wen put on his coat and said with a smile:

"Since you are so confident, let's raise the stakes."

"You said."

The shaker is already eager to try.

"If I win, you're not allowed to go to the bar for a month."

"What if you lost?"

Song Wen shook his head.

"I won't lose."

Grealish was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and agreed without hesitation.

For Grealish, it was enough that Song Wen could accompany him to the bar to drink and flirt with girls.

As for the possibility of losing, that is simply impossible.
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The downstairs of Song Wen's building was already filled with reporters.

Seeing that Grealish had entered Song Wen's room for such a long time and had not come out, when the reporters were about to make some bad guesses, the two men had already walked out.

Grealish twisted his body excitedly, got into his second-hand convertible sports car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away with Song Wen.

At this moment, all the vehicles parked on the street turned on their headlights, illuminating the street as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, a number of black business cars followed.

Grealish was obviously aware of the situation behind him and was startled.

"Wtf? Song, are you being targeted by someone?"

Song Wen glanced at the rearview mirror and found that several cameras were hung outside some windows.

"Just a bunch of bored reporters."

Grealish thought for a moment and asked, "Should we get rid of them? I'm an excellent driver."

"No, you can go slower so they don't lose you."

Although Grealish didn't understand what Song Wen was thinking, he still obediently released the accelerator.

It wasn't long before the two of them arrived at the door of the largest bar in Ipswich.

Grealish casually handed the keys to the parking attendant and saw Song Wen waving at him.

When he got closer and took a look, he felt unwell.

Song Wen, who had been full of energy just now, now looked pale and haggard, as if he was about to die.

"Are you OK?"

Song Wen grabbed Grealish's arm and said breathlessly:
"It's okay, help me in."

"No, brother, don't scare me. You're already like this, why don't we go back?"

Grealish looked like he was about to cry, fearing that something might happen to Song Wen.

"It's okay, let's get drunk today."

Seeing Song Wen hunched over and being supported by Grealish as he walked into the bar, the reporters who were taking pictures outside looked at each other in bewilderment.

You can't even walk, and you still want to hang out in a bar?!

Grealish and Song Wen entered the bar and sat down directly.

With the looks of these two, there was no need to take the initiative in the bar.

As long as you sit there, your sisters will naturally come to you.

What's more, Song Wen is now well-known in Ipswich. As soon as he entered the bar, he attracted countless people's attention.

You don’t even have to pay for your consumption.

After friendly seeing off five groups of fans with requests for photos and autographs, the area around Song Wen and Grealish finally quieted down.

There were four more beautiful girls who had been carefully selected. At this time, reporters outside had already poured in.

Soon, the photo of Song Wen, with his haggard face, drinking with Grealish was captured in the cameras of various reporters.

It was dark in the bar and one couldn't notice the passage of time in the outside world.

When Grealish came to his senses, he found that his vision had become colorful.

This is obviously drunk.

The two of them started drinking non-stop from the moment they sat down.

Beer, wine, whiskey...

They drank one glass of wine after another with no intention of stopping, which stunned the reporters who were following them.

Song Wen looked very weak from the moment he sat down, and when Grealish's body began to shake, Song Wen still looked the same.

After drinking another glass of whiskey, Grealish finally couldn't help it and stood up and ran to the toilet to vomit.

When Grealish came back weakly, Song Wen raised his eyebrows.

"Have you given up?"

At this moment, Grealish not only felt dizzy, but his stomach was also cramping.

He knew he had reached his limit and looked at Song Wen in disbelief.

"OMG! Song! What kind of monster are you? No one has ever been able to beat me in drinking..."

Song Wen stood up contentedly and patted Grealish on the shoulder.

"Okay, remember our bet. Now I'll take you to sober you up."

Under the girls' reluctant gaze, the drunk Grealish staggered out of the bar, supporting the frail Song Wen.

Although Grealish has only been in Ipswich for a short time, he has already become a high-level VIP in the bar and has a driver service.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, the driver was already waiting at the door in Grealish's convertible sports car.

Seeing the two people get in the car, the driver turned around and asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

Song Wen replied without thinking:

"Go to Chun Yang Spa Club."
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Song Wen was awakened by numbness in his arm.

As he regained consciousness, he tried to raise his left hand.

Can't lift it.

Then he raised his right hand again.

Still can't lift it.

Song Wen turned his head and looked to the left.

The proprietress Li Chunrong, who looks like Xu Qing, was sleeping soundly with her head resting on her arms.

He turned his head and looked to the right.

The legs of the 19-year-old blonde girl, who was at the peak of her beauty, were pressed against his shoulders.

Song Wen patted the blonde girl's butt with his right hand, and the other girl moved with a hum.

So he used his free right hand to pat Li Chunrong's butt again.

Li Chunrong twisted her body in dissatisfaction, giving Song Wen the opportunity to pull out his left hand.

Song Wen stood up and picked up the mobile phone beside him.

99+ unread messages and more than a dozen missed calls proved that last night was not a peaceful one.

When Song Wen opened WeChat, he saw dozens of messages from Ling Feng.

Most of these messages are reprinted news content.

[How unkind of himself! Song Wen's injuries had not yet healed, but he showed up at the bar to drink heavily, and then stayed overnight at a spa club. ]

[Self-discipline is the most important quality of a player! How long can the 17-year-old Song Wen continue to amaze? ]

[Becoming famous too early often leads to downfall, and Song Wen is a typical example.]

[With the focus battle against Tottenham about to start, Song Wen took Grealish to the bar late at night. 】

[Son Heung-min is preparing seriously for the match against Ipswich Town. According to his friends, the intensity of his training has increased. ]

[Song Wen missed five days of training and his physical recovery seems to be poor. He may have given up the game against Tottenham. ]

[The glory and noise of the Premier League may have finally led this young man to lose his way...]

Song Wen was very satisfied as he read the news reports.

However, just as he was about to change his pants and leave, a noise came from downstairs.

Then, there was the sound of the door being slammed by gravity.

Song Wen frowned and walked to the window to look down.

I thought to myself MMP.

Who the hell called the police?!
Li Chunrong and the girl with big blond hair were also woken up by the noise, looking confused.

And Grealish ran in with a panicked look on his face.

Yaozi drank a lot last night and slept like a dead pig as soon as he arrived at the store.

"Song! Why do I see the police coming!"

Seeing Yaozi trembling nervously, Song Wen asked in confusion:
"Why are you so scared? Did you knock?"

Yaozi stamped his feet anxiously and pointed at Li Chunrong and the blonde girl who were still lying on the sofa bed.

"What are you talking about? I've never had that kind of hobby. I mean you!"

Before Song Wen could say anything, Li Chunrong's expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Little thing, what are you talking about? This is a formal place."
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8 month 10 day.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

In one and a half hours, Ipswich will challenge Tottenham Hotspur away.

The attention paid to this game is undoubtedly the highest in this round of the Premier League.

At this time, all the fans were discussing a hot topic.

Whether Song Wen can play today.

According to gossip, two days ago, an enthusiastic person reported that Song Wen had conducted improper transactions in a spa club, and a local uncle immediately went to the club to conduct an on-site investigation.

But soon, the local police issued a clarification, stating that Chunyang Spa Club is a completely formal store and there is no irregular business practices.

And the club continued to operate normally afterwards.

But there are still a lot of conspiracy theories spreading on the Internet.

The haters on the Internet were very excited and said that Song Wen had already been put in jail.

Some people even said through rigorous logical reasoning that all of this was a play directed and acted by Song Wen himself in order to avoid today's decisive battle with Tottenham.

Fans of both teams have been arguing on the Internet for a week.

During this period, Song Wen also took the initiative to launch attacks on the Internet.

In the eyes of many people, Song Wen is likely to miss today's game.

Even if he had not been arrested, judging from the photos taken by reporters two days ago, it was obvious that Song Wen's physical condition would not be able to recover in a short time.

Before the game, Tottenham coach Pochettino also accepted an interview with the media.

When asked by reporters about Tottenham's previous attempt to sign Song Wen, Pochettino said:

"I will never accept Song Wen into my team because he is a lazy and undisciplined player."

"When he was playing on the field, he seemed to care more about his own mood and feelings rather than obeying the coach's instructions and cooperating with his teammates."

"He is a typical selfish and sophisticated egoist."

Seventy-five minutes before the game starts.

When Song Wen's name appeared on Ipswich's starting roster.

Pochettino said in another interview:

"Song Wen is very good, but Tottenham will definitely win the game."

(End of this chapter)