Sū Dong, You Nosy Brat!

It was deep into the night, and Säbener Straße seemed to have fallen asleep.

After eating with his teammates, Su Dong realized he had left something at the training ground, so he immediately returned in Pepe's car to retrieve it.

He had Pepe park by the roadside while he went inside to get it.

To his surprise, the lights in the head coach's office in the training building were still on.

After retrieving his things from the gym, he passed the head coach's office again on his way out. Su Dong hesitated, but finally walked over.

The door was not closed. Clearly, Heynckes had never expected anyone to come by at this hour.

Old Man Heynckes sat before the computer, seemingly looking through some material. Beside him was a tactics board, on which pieces bearing jersey numbers had been arranged. Clearly, it was there so he could work out tactical developments at any time.

Beside the computer on the desk stood a bottle of wine, along with half a glass of red wine that had already been poured and had ice cubes floating in it.

Heynckes was so focused that he failed to hear Su Dong's footsteps. It was only after Su Dong knocked twice on the door that Old Man Heynckes looked up in surprise.

"Hey, Su, you haven't left yet, even at this hour?" Heynckes stood up.

"I came back to get something." Su Dong smiled as he walked in.

"You just finished dinner with them?" Heynckes asked again.

Su Dong nodded. "Yeah. Everyone was asking why you didn't go."

Heynckes smiled. "I'm getting old. I don't really like eating out."

Only then did Su Dong suddenly notice that, although Heynckes's face was always ruddy—sometimes so red that he looked as if he had high blood pressure—his hair