I'm Going with You!

Pepe and Marcelo's visit dragged Su Dong out of the gym.

Looking at the sweat-soaked Su Dong, both men were speechless, especially Pepe.

Su Dong had already been like this back when they were in Lisbon. Who would've thought he'd still be the same now?

"Buddy, I honestly think you're addicted." Unable to bear watching, Pepe spoke up.

Su Dong smiled faintly.

Actually, the gym really did have a certain fascination for him.

It wasn't that he enjoyed tormenting himself. He simply enjoyed the sense of accomplishment and fulfillment that training brought.

It wasn't just the gym. Su Dong had stuck with swimming and yoga as well.

At first, he might have resisted a little and had to force himself, but after years of persistence, they had gradually become habits, almost a part of his life. More importantly, he benefited from them.

That bit-by-bit accumulation and improvement had created Su Dong's outstanding performances on the pitch.

By the time Su Dong finished showering, the two men were sitting in the living room, playing a football game on his enormous hundred-inch television.

That was what they most enjoyed doing.

Whenever they had nothing else to do, they came over to play games, claiming that playing on such a huge screen was much more satisfying.

Heaven knew what was so special about it.

Su Dong grabbed some drinks and led the two of them out onto the balcony.

He rarely stood on the balcony at this hour, admiring the scenery of Grünwald.

It was a beautiful little town surrounded and covered by forests. Golden sunlight spilled over the lush woods, creating an especially tranquil atmosphere that felt warm and comforting.

That was probably why Grünwald's mansions were so popular among the wealthy.

The season had finally ended!

The players were beginning