July 15, morning.
When Yang Yang's coffee-gold Porsche Cayenne slowly drove into Valdebebas, it immediately attracted everyone's attention throughout the training ground. In Valdebebas, where Audis were everywhere, only one person was the exception.
Yang Yang parked the car and had just gotten out when he saw Isco.
"Ha, when did you grow a beard?" Yang Yang burst out laughing the moment he saw him.
"I hope it'll make me look a little more mature." Isco reached up and scratched his full beard, giving an embarrassed, bitter smile. But he immediately stepped forward, gripped Yang Yang's hand firmly, and hugged him.
"It's a great honor to fight alongside you, Yang!"
"Likewise, Isco. Keep working hard!" Yang Yang encouraged him with a pat on the shoulder.
Compared with Isco's full beard, Illarramendi looked particularly sharp. His face was clean-shaven, and he had gotten a haircut as well. He seemed to have deliberately wanted to distinguish himself from Xabi Alonso, because everyone knew that the latter liked to grow a full beard.
"Hi, Asier. Welcome to Real Madrid." Yang Yang extended his hand to him.
"Thank you, Yang. I hope I can continue receiving your guidance," Illarramendi said sincerely.
Previously, when he had represented Real Sociedad against Real Madrid, Yang Yang had told him never to think about becoming a second Xabi Alonso. He should strive to be himself. Those words had affected him deeply.
Over the past few years, everyone had wanted him to become a second Xabi Alonso. Even when he played, he had consciously or unconsciously tried to imitate Xabi Alonso, which made it difficult for him to play freely.
But Yang Yang's words had touched him deeply and even untied the knot in his heart. As a result, he had performed extremely well in the subsequent match against