Li Luo had always been the one shocking others.
He hadn't expected it to be his turn to be shocked this time.
He reread the itinerary:
Tomorrow: free time.
The day after tomorrow: a brief interview with CCTV-5.
The day after that: depart for Wolfsburg.
Tom looked hesitant as he cautiously said, "Li, um... I'm going out tonight to meet a Thai friend from the internet. She happens to be visiting here too."
Li Luo nodded. "Go ahead. I'm getting ready to sleep."
The Manchester United assistant left with a look of immense relief, practically skipping with joy.
After closing the door,
Li Luo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and admired the breathtaking night view.
The city was prosperous and lively.
Even perfectly proper entertainment could start at three or four in the morning and continue until three or four the next morning.
He had heard that once many young men came here, they would never be simps again for the rest of their lives.
They could easily find girls from neighboring countries who looked like knockoff Kim Hee-suns or knockoff Suzuki Airis to have fun with.
In this era of fierce competition, companionship services were very cheap.
As flowers bloomed and faded, every so often, batches of knockoff Kim Hee-suns and Suzuki Airis would leave, only for batches of knockoff Nagano Meis and Imada Mios to arrive.
It could truly be called a holy land for dispelling illusions.
Li Luo shook away the jumble of thoughts in his head.
He was a decent man.
Sitting at the desk, he began writing in his diary:
"My thinking wasn't wrong. My situation is similar to Alaba's and Bale's: one style at the club, another with the national team."
"With the national team, I need to sweep the field like Malanda and