"Of course, you can also choose not to listen to me, if you really plan on not playing a single game in the next three years."
Lu Yang smiled at Becher's.
And the latter suddenly felt a chill.
Three years without playing, this was a possibility he had never considered before.
No team has any reason to do so.
But... just like how no team would have a seventeen-year-old boy wielding absolute power, San Remo can never be judged by common sense.
If Lu Yang says there's a possibility, then perhaps there really is one!
Clearly, in the comfortable environment of an air-conditioned room, Becher's soaked his vest instantly.
Silence!
Long silence!
"Do you know Sotu?" Lu Yang broke the deadlock and asked, then continued before Becher's could respond, "I do."
"Sotu is a very stubborn person. In the first training match of the Italy National Team, he tackled Maniero all over the pitch."
Becher's found it a bit unbelievable.
