After a night of revelry, Yang Yang woke up in his hotel room.
It was already nearly noon the next day.
Last night, after Real Madrid left Cibeles Square, they attended the celebratory banquet hosted by the club. After that, they organized an internal celebration that lasted until dawn. No one went home; they all stayed at the hotel.
Benitez was in an excellent mood as well. He had attended both the dinner and the celebration afterward.
As a Real Madrid fan, he was obviously satisfied with the results the team had achieved this season.
Especially after he had been drinking, he grabbed Yang Yang and Raul and alternated between crying and laughing. The sight left Yang Yang both astonished and helpless. It was the first time he had ever seen Benitez lose control like that.
After waking up and thinking back on it, Yang Yang still found it somewhat unbelievable.
But regardless, all of it was already over.
La Liga was over, the Champions League was over, and next came the World Cup, followed by the new season.
Yang Yang sat on the bed and let out a heavy sigh. He secretly laughed bitterly to himself. Could this be called boring?
Regardless, he quickly got out of bed, took a shower, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out for something to eat.
After he stepped out of his room, a hotel attendant came over and handed Yang Yang a note. It turned out that Zidane had left it for him, saying that he was waiting for him in the hotel restaurant.
The other players' room doors were still tightly shut. According to the attendant, Yang Yang was still the earliest one awake—not even Benitez had gotten up yet. That surprised Yang Yang somewhat. Clearly, the Spanish manager had