When Su Dong saw Marco Reus again, he found that the young man was still just as thin as ever.
He had grown a little taller, but he was still so thin that he looked as if a strong wind might blow him away.
When Su Dong saw him, he had originally wanted to give him a hearty slap on the shoulder. But with his hand raised in midair, he suddenly worried that if he slapped down too hard, the kid might collapse on the spot.
So he could only withdraw the force and pat Reus on the head instead.
"Kid, long time no see!" Su Dong was delighted to see Reus.
The German teenager laughed joyfully. "When I heard I might get to watch your final in person—and it was the Europa League final at that—I couldn't possibly refuse. I had to come."
Su Dong smiled and rubbed his head, then leaned closer and complained in a low voice, "You got what you wanted, but the people in Man City's transfer department all misunderstood. They kept encouraging me to persuade you to join Man City."
Reus immediately laughed awkwardly and hurriedly said, "Don't, Su. You know me."
Su Dong understood his thoughts at once and waved his hand.
"I know. That's why I've already turned them down for you. For now, eat when you should, drink when you should, sleep when you should, and enjoy this taxpayer-funded football tour. Isn't that great?" Su Dong grinned as he reached the end.
For a team captain, this was nothing more than a trivial matter.
He only needed to say something to the technical department and tell them what Reus had in mind. Then there would be no problem.
In fact, things like this happened almost every day in European football.
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