The Flying Stone Incident

On the second-floor dressing room of their home, Yang Yang stood before the mirror while Su Ye bustled around, arranging his shirt.

It was evening. He had just returned from training, but he could not stay home tonight. After changing and packing his luggage, he would return to Valdebebas, then travel with the team to Barcelona.

To prepare better for tomorrow's match, the team was heading to the away venue today.

This showed just how seriously everyone at Real Madrid regarded the upcoming El Clásico.

Real Madrid had previously hired Armani to custom-make a suit for every player, which served as the team's uniform when traveling for matches. This time, they would be wearing them to the away match against Barcelona as well.

Su Ye took the suit and helped Yang Yang put it on, then fussed over him from front to back, determined to have him leave looking neat and presentable.

"Honestly, it's infuriating. Tell me, is that guy sick in the head?" Su Ye cursed angrily.

She was cursing the wizard named Pepe. The reason was that the media had exposed how he had cast a spell on Yang Yang at home. To prove that he had really done it, he had even invited the media to examine his injuries and verify that he had actually performed seppuku.

Although the wound was very shallow, it could barely be considered seppuku.

"He's just a clown taking advantage of the opportunity to chase attention and show off. The media are only afraid that the world won't be chaotic enough. If we take them seriously, we'll be the ones who lose." Yang Yang turned around and consoled her.

Su Ye worked in the entertainment industry herself. How could she not understand that?

Yet she still felt indignant and unwilling to let