Smack!
Smack!
On the way to the training ground in his Rolls-Royce, Cristiano Ronaldo kept picturing Tang Ye whipping him for some reason.
The setting, the clothes—everything about that dream had been so unreal.
Yet his dream-self had believed it!
And even though he had already woken up from the dream, Ronaldo still found himself recalling what had happened last night from time to time.
"Outrageous." Those had been Tang Ye's exact words.
Why had he said something like that to him...
"...Fuck!"
Bang! Bang!
Beep beep beep!!!
He slapped the steering wheel hard, setting off the horn, though there were no cars in front of him.
"Fuck!!"
The biggest problem now was not what had happened in the dream.
It was that Ronaldo clearly wanted to get an explanation from Tang Ye, but he could not do that.
Because, as Jorge Mendes had said, maintaining a good relationship with Tang Ye was a prerequisite for him to remain at Manchester United comfortably.
"...Ronnie."
In the passenger seat, Dalot could tell that Ronaldo was in a terrible state. "It'll get better."
In truth, Dalot had no idea how to comfort Ronaldo either. After all, his Portuguese compatriot was far more experienced than he was.
"Ronnie... do you regret it? I mean, do you regret coming back to Manchester United?"
Ronaldo turned his head at that.
"..."
"Maybe. I don't know how to put it either."
"Faster, up front!"
Ronaldo sprinted forward and pressed Varane together with Marcus Rashford.
Smack!
Varane forced out a pass.
"Nice!"
Mitchell van der Gaag raised his hand, signaling for the B team to launch a counterattack.
"His pressing has major issues... though it's improved quite a bit from before."
Van der Gaag was in a good mood.
That was because Tang Ye and Ronaldo