"I saw you today."

When he just returned to his residence, Lin Sen suddenly received such a message on his mobile phone.

After working as a coolie, chef, dishwasher, laundry and other people at Dina's house for nearly a week, after confirming that he would not meet any crazy fans when he returned to his residence that had been sorted a few days ago, Lin Sen resolutely decided to go home. He was in a hurry and only when he got home, he remembered that the underwear that had been hung on Dina's balcony had been forgotten to take it back.

"Don't tell me that it's in a dream." Lin Sen stared at the sender's name and thought for a long time before remembering who it was, and replied.

Sin.

Yes, the sender only has three letters, but in fact the complete name should be Cinderella. At that time, he thought the name was too long, so Lin Sen casually marked these letters. I remember that the other party deliberately emphasized to him that the beginning of her name was not S or C, because this name was only one letter short of Cinderella in the fairy tale, but she didn't know that for Chinese people, whether her name started with C or S, as long as the pronunciation was similar, there was no difference at all after translation into Chinese.

The first time Cinderella and Lin Sen met was in a bar, not the kind that was crowded. At that time, Cinderella seemed to have encountered troubles and was drinking alone. Lin Sen happened to be one of the only two guests left at the bar at that time, so he met naturally. Then Lin Sen met her several times, all in that bar. Since she knew that the other party was still a college student, Lin Sen had no other ideas. It was not that it was inappropriate, but more of it was unwilling.

Then, as Cinderella stopped going to that bar, Lin Sen slowly forgot her, just like his friend he had forgotten before. Unexpectedly, the other party still had his number.

"You think beautifully!" The message was replying quickly. Lin Sen just sent a message when he opened the door. He just closed the door and the reply came.

"This is my advantage." Lin Sen replied casually, then threw his phone on the sofa and began to sort out the things he brought back from Dina's house.

I have to say that Lin Sen’s life is extremely "full". When he was a team doctor, Lin Sen usually lived a little bourgeois life after work, and went to places like bars. Now, these things have become a luxury. Not to mention the wind and sun that have to be exposed to the wind and sun during training, even if he returns home, he still has a lot of things. For example, when he looks back, he has to watch the video of the next opponent compiled by the game analysts, and the physical fitness report given by Dina.

The good news is that Lin Sen can finally focus all his attention on how to be a coach, instead of thinking about how to be a nanny all day long. Although he can't help but think about things like Adriano's rescue plan flashing through his mind occasionally, he has no immediate worries after all. What's more, Aguero can come back in the next game.

Thinking of this, Lin Sen could no longer help but want to say to his opponent in the next game: Vilva, die.

When Lin Sen finished taking a shower and picked up his phone, he realized that his phone had seemed to have been bombarded.

"You are the Atletico coach on TV? I remember you are the doctor."

"Now you change your career to be a football coach?"

"Are you a lie? Are you really the head coach of Atletico Madrid? What about the annual salary of several million?"

"Don't pretend to be dead, answer quickly!"

"Boy, where are people?"

"Where are people?"

The first few messages are a little normal, but the subsequent messages make Lin Sendan feel very painful. There are more than 100 "people". The number of question marks behind the messages is different. These more than 100 simple messages seem to be typed out by the other party with his hands. I am really patient. Isn't it more direct to make a phone call with this time? Girls love to do such things.

Thinking of this, Lin Sen couldn't help but wonder. The Cinderella in his memory seemed not like this, and did the tone of this information change a little faster? Why did it become this virtue in just two days? By the way, why are the women she knows all have this virtue? Dina, who is familiar with now, is not familiar with her now, and doesn't seem to treat herself as an outsider too much. To put it nicely, this is because she has a good relationship with her. To put it bluntly, she doesn't treat you as a man. This is really unbearable.

Just a moment of shock, there were a few more inboxes on his mobile phone. Just as Lin Sen was gritting his teeth and was about to make a harsh word, another new message made him a little confused.

“Ah DHSDDHASKJFHL&*%&^%$”

What's this? Is Martian? Lin Sen is known to be proficient in the six languages, and he can't see what it means at the same time and vertically.

Before Lin Sen could figure it out, a phone call came over, and it was Sin who called.

"Lin? I'm sorry. My phone was taken away by my classmate just now. It was not me who sent the message, she was joking." The words were a soft and glutinous voice, but Lin Sen could hear it, it was Cinderella.

"It's okay." Lin Sen immediately understood and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it didn't change, and it was still the lady.

At this moment, a woman suddenly heard the other side of the phone, and then a series of bumps. After a while, Lin Sen heard a carefree girl's voice.

"Lin? You haven't answered my question yet. Are you really the Chinese at Atletico Madrid? Head coach? Not a liar?"

Halfway through the words, there was another burst of bumps and play, and Lin Sen was helpless and funny. It seemed that Cinderella did not lie to herself at that time. She was indeed a college student, but she just didn't know if she was really studying at the famous Comptons University.

"I'm so sorry. Are you still here?" After a while, Cindrira's voice finally came again.

"At." Lin Sen, who had been waiting patiently, replied.

"Come out for a fun on May Day, let me identify it..." Another scream.

"That's probably not possible." This time, before Cinderella spoke, Lin Sen had already shook his head and smiled. The little girl was dishonest and clearly had a hands-free move. "Everyone is on holiday on May Day, but the team is not included. The team needs to train normally on May Day. However, the team will have games on weekends. If you are interested, I invite you to watch the game, and you will know naturally then."

"You don't have to take it seriously." This is Cindrira's voice.

"Okay! We will definitely go." This was the carefree voice.

"It's okay." Lin Sen said lightly.

Lin Sen has always been indifferent to his friends because of his personal experience. But this does not mean that he will reject making friends with others. In any case, it is a pleasant thing for him to contact himself. In my memory, Cindrila is just a passerby. He and Cindrila have never contacted Cindrila since the bar, and he quickly left Spain. In other words, although his butterfly did not cause any storm, it finally changed some things, such as the call that would not have happened just now. As for the ticket, it is simple. If you can't even get a few tickets, you'll be a nonsense head coach, not to mention that the game against Vilva is not a tight game.

"You send me the address later, I'll send the tickets back. By the way, how many of you are?"

“Three.”

“OK.”

The call ends here.

After answering the phone, Lin Sen smiled, threw his phone on the sofa again, got up and went upstairs, preparing to start studying and analyzing the video, obviously not taking what happened just now at all.

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Comptons University Campus, Madrid.

After the play, Cinderella finally took back her phone from Alyl. Looking at the information records on the phone, she couldn't help but want to laugh. Alyl's dead girl actually sent more than a hundred identical messages to Lin Sen.

In Spain, football is a sport that is as popular as three meals a day, and almost any TV station may become a football channel at any time. In this way, it is not surprising that Cindrila can see Lin Sen on TV. What surprised her was that the young Chinese he met at the bar at that time was not the team doctor he mentioned, but became the head coach of Atletico Madrid, one of the two most important teams in Madrid. So out of curiosity, Cindrila tried to send a message to the number that might have never called in his life, and then everyone knew what happened next.

"Ariel, are you really going to see it?"

Seeing Ariel, who was wearing a three-point style and doing various domineering postures on the bed, Cinderella, who had long been used to it, asked while deleting the text message. Ariel was studying in the psychology major at Comptons University, determined to be a great psychologist, and would be the kind that could be included in the list of famous alumni at Comptons University in the future. Recently, she has become interested in the relationship between ** posture and personality, and she used herself as a test subject in the dormitory for no reason.

"Of course I have to go." Perhaps because I felt that I was bored to do it alone, Alyl replied, got up and walked towards the bed on the other side, "Don't you know that those who study psychology are important to vent their emotions?"

"Where is Boya?" Cindrira turned her head and asked.

"I won't go." The one who answered Cindrira was a foreign girl who had been immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and it was also Elli's target at this time. At the moment of her answer, Elli's claws had already climbed up on her shoulders. This was obviously not the first time. Boya didn't even raise her head, but said, "Erily, you have to be a hooligan again, be careful that I'll kick you down with one kick."

"You are here, I'm not afraid." Ariel looked dead with a look of home, ignoring Boya's threat, and his hands were already one step closer and directly climbed to the edge of the two peaks.

"Cinderella, if you can get Alyl down, I will go with you on the weekend." Boya slapped Alyl's paw off, closed the book, and said helplessly.

"This is simple." Cinderella smiled faintly, but did not go to Ariel on Laboya's bed, but walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window and then opened the curtains.

"Hey, you crazy woman!"

The female hooligan was not yet at the level of a female pervert. Before Cinderella opened the curtains, Ariel screamed, quickly pulled a sheet and hid in the corner.

Get it done!
Chapter completed!