. After getting rid of the nagging woman, Master Yang was in a good mood. He ate a little bit of rice and returned to the city. He asked Martin about Valez's school before, saving a lot of time to find someone. Master Yang was preparing to go to Valez's school in the afternoon to try his luck.

There were not many people in the school at this time, probably because they were in class. They walked through the lawn in front of the school gate and walked into the main building. On both sides of the wide corridor were the students' lockers, and the words "XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

As soon as he reached the turn of the corridor, a man ran into Master Yang and ran into Master Yang. The person who hit him glanced at Master Yang and cursed, "Yellow-skinned pig." He turned his head and ran away.

"Hey, your uncle! You're still cursing someone. It's so unlucky." Master Yang wanted to chase him over and give him a big shot, but if you think about it, you'd better forget it. In European countries, you might as well meet these racially discriminatory old men and women. If you curse someone better, you will suddenly yell at you and scare you, and the bad ones will gather people to beat you for no reason. Master Yang compared the middle finger to the direction where the man disappeared.

The bell rang.

The students rushed out of the classroom, and Master Yang looked around for Varez's figure. At this time, a cold voice sounded behind him: "You are blocking my cabinet."

Master Yang turned around and spoke at the person he was looking for - Vares_Chen. He really said that Cao Cao and Liu Bei would arrive!

"Hello, I'm here to find you." Mr. Yang smiled.

Vares said to the two people behind him: "You go first, I'll talk to him." Then he asked Master Yang: "What's the matter with me?"

"This is a long story..."

"Then let's put it briefly." Vares said impatiently. "Time is money."

Uh...yes, Master Yang remembered the wealth of the old and the young, and time was quite valuable to them. "That's right, I want to ask if you would like to go to the team to try out..." Master Yang briefly told Vales's thoughts.

"I want me to play football? But I don't know how I play? How many weeks will I have to try? Why are you so troublesome?" Vares leaned on the cabinet and snatched his ear with his other hand.

"That's what it means. If the team thinks you have no problem, they will sign with you." Mr. Yang explained.

"Can you make a lot of money?" Vares was a little energetic when he heard this.

"This..." Mr. Yang remembered his pitiful contract, "I can't promise you that I am just an intern coach, and in the end I have to make a decision with the chairman and the head coach."

"Damn, what's that guy?"

A police car with flashing lights suddenly braked, stopped in front of the school gate, and got off from the car. On the steps in front of the school gate, a person with a teacher looked up: "I am the school's dean, and I'm very happy to cooperate with your work."

"We received a report that someone used the locker to hide poison. The number of the cabinet was 1438. Please take us there."

"Okay, please come with me here."

"I think you can try it first. If you play well, the players' salary will be very high. You can earn tens of thousands of euros a week." Mr. Yang spared no effort and persuaded him at the top of his lungs.

"Ten thousand euros? Weekly salary? So much?" Vares said as he opened the cabinet and took out his schoolbag, and a bag of white things fell to the ground. "Huh? What is this?" Vares picked up the bag of things.

"Police! Lift your hands up and don't do anything that makes us misunderstand." The two pistols aimed at Vales and Division Yang at the same time, and Division Yang was stunned.

"Take away the things in your hands, slowly put your hands behind your head, and stand facing the wall." One of the policemen shouted.

"And you!" Another policeman shouted at Master Yang.

"And me?" Master Yang said the bitter taste, and obediently did what the police uncle said. Vales threw the bag of white things and schoolbag on the ground. The police took out his handcuffs and coaxed Vales and Master Yang to a strong point, and then searched the two of them with pointed thorns, hooks and blades. "We now suspect that you are suspected of hiding drugs and conducting drug dealings. You have the right to remain silent. Every word you say will become a certificate in the court."

Master Yang listened to the familiar lines, felt the coldness of handcuffs on his wrists, and he was full of thoughts. He remembered his parents far away in China, his girlfriend who was studying, his expectations of the party and the people... He also remembered why he was so unlucky today?

"Varez, you shouldn't come to school to study. You will sooner or later die in the back alley of the red light district, and be with mice and bedbugs. You see, this is the end of not learning well." The director of the discipline pointed at Varez and said to the students watching next to him.

"Damn! Wait until I come out and smash your teeth." Vares cursed at the director of the discipline.

"Sir, can I accuse him of threatening my personal safety?" The dean of discipline was relentless.

"Yes, but I want to take him away first." The two policemen stuffed Mr. Yang and Vares into the police car very ungently.

Among the students watching, several white students were smiling gloatingly, several black students looked sad, and several gangsters with Vares were whispering. Another person was growing up at a loss, and this person was Robolic.

"Master, and Master Yang? Oh my god, what's wrong?"

"After the confession is finished, let them contact their families to see if they want to be bailed, and then throw them into the small house." A policeman said.

Master Yang took the phone and didn't know who to dial it. After thinking about it, Master Yang called Balier.

"Mr. Balier, it's me, Mr. Yang."

"What's up?"

“I’m at the police station.”

"..." The opposite side was silent for three seconds. "Which police station?"

"Ponder District Police Department."

"I'll arrive soon." Dou... Balier hung up the phone immediately after saying that. Master Yang held the phone and was silent for a long time.

At this time, Vares was taken out of another interrogation room by the police in a dirt. The two stayed in the iron cage of the police station, waiting for someone to come for bail.

"Who will bail you?"

"Our old man." Vares replied and immediately stopped.

"It's not good for someone to be bailed. I just thought about it for a long time but didn't know who to call." Master Yang looked at the policeman outside the cage and sighed.

"What a f*ck, the old man scolded me and said how much does it cost to bail?" Vares pounded the wall with his back to Master Yang. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! If I know who did it, I will never forgive him!"

"Then the drugs are not yours?" Master Yang sat on the ground. "One of us is now a drug dealer and the other is a drug addict. It is better to think about how the bag was put in if you have time to vent your skills."

Vares turned his head and glared at Master Yang fiercely, "How did you put it in?! I put it in while I was away. I didn't have it when I was saving my bag in class in the afternoon!"

"What are your enemies?"

Vares was originally wandering around in the iron cage like a wounded beast, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped and pointed at Master Yang: "You are just one! There is nothing good to meet you. Where did you find that fat man last time?"

Mr. Yang was so upset by Valez's uncontrollable answer. The boy was still worried about the lost game.

"Do you know how to judge the drug hidden?" Vares asked. Before Mr. Yang could answer, a policeman opened the iron gate, "You two come out. Someone is here to bail you."

When Whelens came to the training ground, he didn't see Master Yang. When he finished running, he found that there was no sign of Master Yang. Whelens shook his head. The Chinese really couldn't stand it anymore. This was the third day, let's practice by yourself.

When Dury and Cordyll stood on the training ground with dark circles on their eyes, they found that the training equipment that should be arranged on the field was not neatly arranged as usual.

"10 euros. You lost." Duri looked at the training ground and said to Cordill.

"I haven't lost, it's time yet." Cordill looked at the training ground gate behind him.

"A minute left, everyone else has arrived." Du Rui shouted to the players who were chatting with him: "Get together! Get ready for training."

Cordill reluctantly took out 10 euros and handed it to Du Rui: "I said you are too cruel to that boy. I'll get the equipment, let them run around first." As he said that, Cordill walked towards the equipment library.

"Is this hardship so hard? What kind of climate can it become if you can't bear this little bit of hardship? I even painted shoes for the players when I was a caddie." Du Rui said behind Cordill.

"Boss, Glomus hasn't come yet." Whelens, who was in charge of points, ran over and said to Dury.

"What? Who knows where that damn boy is going?!" Du Rui yelled at the team. The team members shook their heads at a loss. "Damn, Agmont, run the lap first, wait for that boy to come, let him run ten laps first."

Mr. Yang told Balier about the matter at the police station, and the old man's dark face calmed down.

"Name?"

"Master Yang."

"Profession?"

"Walleheim trainee coach."

The police officer who was undergoing bail formalities glanced at Master Yang and turned to Balier with an incredible expression.

"What is your relationship with the bailed person?"

"Working colleague."

"Are you?" A familiar look appeared in the officer's eyes.

"Karl_Balier."

“What are you doing in Valheim?”

"Football Director."

"Welcome back, Mr. Barrier, Valleheim will win." The police officer showed a rare smile and reached out to shake Barier. The police officer turned his head and said to Mr. Yang: "No problem, you can leave after paying bail. We will ask for a public prosecution later. We will issue a summons to you. Please contact a lawyer yourself or use the lawyer we have prepared for you."

Balier touched a bank card from his body and handed it to the police officer who was handling bail. The police officer went out to go through the procedures.

"Boy, you're in trouble." Balier looked at Master Yang. "Is this worth it?"

"Is it worth it?"

"Everything done for Valheim."

Master Yang thought for a while and said, "I am just like you, and I am willing to give everything for a dream."

In the bail room next door, Vares also completed the bail procedures. Grandpa, grandson, and disciple Robolic came out happily. Grandpa Vares smiled and said to Robolic, "Little Ronaldo, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I, an old man, wouldn't have so much money."

"It's okay, you are my master's grandfather, that's my grandfather. What's this little money?" Luo Borichi, who didn't know that money was a good thing, would be polite.

"That day will you go to our martial arts hall to sit in." Grandpa Vares smiled with kindness.

"Okay, I will definitely go." Robolic said yes. At this time, Mr. Yang and Balier also walked out, and the two teams met at the door of the police station.

"Yang, have you been to Valheim as a coach?" Robolic saw Master Yang and immediately met him. He had heard Vales talk about Master Yang in another bail room.

"Yes, the internship coach (if you don't become this internship coach, you can't be arrested by the police) Haha, why are you here?" Mr. Yang didn't expect to meet classmates at the police station.

"Vares is my master, but he has never confiscated me as his disciple," said Robolic.

At this time, Master Chen, who has a kind-eyed and handsome face, came over and said to Barrier: "You seem to be his (Master Yang) leader. Is it true that players can make a lot of money?"

Balier, who was unsure of the truth, replied: "Yes. But the team will not accept a drug dealer."
To be continued...