Fortunately, the others weren’t as enthusiastic as that young woman.
Wang Shuo could only oblige them one by one, taking photos and signing autographs.
It wasn’t until Klopp and Buvac appeared that Wang Shuo was bailed out.
"Alright, everyone, this handso fellow is going to be late for his special training. I’ll arrange for him to sign autographs and take photos with you all after practice is over. For now, could you please make way? Alright?"
Klopp was Klopp.
At his word, the surrounding fans obediently parted to make way.
Wang Shuo let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Not bad, kid. That college girl from before was pretty good-looking," Buvac said, giving Wang Shuo a suggestive pat on the shoulder.
Wang Shuo gave a wry smile.
He hadn’t even gotten a clear look at her.
But the sensation had certainly been intense.
"You need to be more careful. There will be many more situations like this in the future. You have to adapt and learn to protect yourself," Klopp advised.
Wang Shuo nodded in agreent.
Thomas Essien had said the sa thing.
’It seems being too handso is a dangerous thing.’
...
The morning training session was focused on recovery.
After practice, Klopp kept his promise and arranged a fan interaction session for the players.
But Wang Shuo didn’t see the blonde female fan from earlier.
Before the afternoon practice, the team held a debriefing.
The main agenda was to review the match against Cologne and analyze the upcoming ga against St. Pauli.
At the sa ti, Klopp also brought the latest news.
Marco Rose was in a hospital in Frankfurt, scheduled to undergo surgery.
No one knew how well he would recover after the operation.
The captain, Nowitzki, proposed that they visit Marco Rose in Frankfurt after the afternoon practice.
Both Wang Shuo and Subotic signed up to go.
In total, a dozen or so people went along.
Once the afternoon practice was over, the large group set off for Frankfurt.
Marco Rose was in the best hospital in Frankfurt, staying in a private room.
When Wang Shuo saw Marco Rose, he found him to be in pretty good spirits.
His wife was keeping him company in the room.
His agent was there too.
Marco Rose was very happy to see his Mainz teammates.
"I only saw the match result this morning. You all played great!"
Marco Rose couldn’t hide his joy.
"Now, only St. Pauli is left. We absolutely cannot repeat the sa mistake we made last season."
Marco Rose directed this last sentence at Nowitzki.
The Mainz captain gave a firm nod. "Don’t you worry. By the ti you’ve recovered and co back, we’ll definitely be playing in the Bundesliga!"
Marco Rose smiled in agreent, but there was a hint of bitterness in his expression.
At his age and with an injury like that, it was hard to imagine just how difficult a full recovery would be.
The surgery itself wasn’t the problem. The most critical part was the post-op recovery and physical therapy.
At best, they could only guarantee that Marco Rose would be able to walk and run like a normal person.
But as for playing soccer—especially at the professional level like before—he still had a long, hard road ahead of him.
"I heard that if his recovery doesn’t go well after the surgery, he might just retire imdiately."
As they left the hospital room, Subotic let out a somber sigh and said to Wang Shuo.
Wang Shuo felt a sense of helplessness as well.
’People are just so fragile.’
As the group was leaving the hospital, Chadli Amri looked over at Wang Shuo and Subotic with a cheerful grin.
"Hey, you two youngsters, feel like coming with for a little tour of the Old Town District?"
Amri’s expression was unbelievably suggestive as he said this.
Though young, Wang Shuo imdiately understood that Amri’s "tour" had nothing to do with actual sightseeing.
"If you want to go, go by yourself, Chadli," Nowitzki cut in. "I need to get these guys back to Mainz safely."
With that, the captain gestured to Wang Shuo and Subotic, indicating they should ride with him.
On the way back to Mainz, Wang Shuo was quiet, but it was Subotic who broke the silence.
"Amri wanted to go to the train station in the Old Town District."
"Huh?" Wang Shuo was stunned for a second.
"It’s one of the biggest red-light districts in Germany."
It dawned on Wang Shuo.
He’d heard that sort of thing was legal in Germany.
"Don’t be like Amri. That kid just loves to ss around. His head isn’t in the ga at all," Nowitzki said sternly from the driver’s seat.
"At your age, your top priority should be focusing on your ga. Once you make a na for yourselves, what kind of woman couldn’t you get?"
Wang Shuo couldn’t agree more.
Take the Real Madrid star Karembeu, for example.
The man was famously unattractive.
But he was a fantastic player and still married a gorgeous wife.
In the European football scene, "Beauty and the Beast" pairings were a common sight.
And the stars were always at the center of them.
’Besides, even if you were going to pay for a woman, you shouldn’t go to a red-light district.’
’As a professional player, Amri makes good money. Couldn’t he afford a high-class escort service or sothing?’
’But then again, it seed a lot of European players were actually like that.’
’Wasn’t England’s Rooney caught with a prostitute?’
’And he wasn’t the only star to be exposed by a prostitute, was he?’
’Maybe public education in Europe just wasn’t good enough! It sure hadn’t taught them properly!’
’They had absolutely no awareness of the risks.’
Wang Shuo complained to himself.
anwhile, Nowitzki offered a piece of advice from the front seat.
Professional athletes have a ton of energy. To avoid any... misfires, the proper thing to do is find a girlfriend, and fast.
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