He would give the newly made cards to Nie Yuandao as soon as possible, and after receiving the modification suggestions, he would go back and improve them with a smile.

The boy loved to laugh very much, his eyes were curved when he smiled, and he was very friendly. The contestants who made the decision liked him very much. In addition, he was Nie Yuandao's "brother". Over time, everyone regarded him as their own.

A year passed quickly. After Shan Lan took the college entrance examination, he finally proposed to his parents his dream of becoming a professional player. His parents were very opposed, thinking that Shan Lan was not clear-headed and went to play games with impulse. Shan Lan had no choice but to ask Nie Yuandao to come forward. Nie Yuandao came to Shan Lan's house in person and said that he would take Xiaolan to play games well.

Nie Yuandao said to Shan Lan's father: "Xiao Lan is the most talented newcomer I have ever met in recent years. Uncle, please rest assured. I have watched Xiao Lan grow up since I was a child and treat him like a brother. After he reaches the ruling, I will accept him as an apprentice and take him well. With me here, no one dares to bully him."

Shan Lan said with a smile: "Dad, mom, you can't trust me, can you still trust Brother Nie? He is the champion!"

The parents discussed it all night and finally nodded in agreement and asked Shan Lan to try it.

The next afternoon, Shan Lan sent a message to Nie Yuandao and ran to the fork in the road to wait for him. After Nie Yuandao left, Shan Lan quickly ran over and said, "My parents agreed! I liked to follow you when I was a child. It seems that I will continue to follow you in the future."

When he met the young man's bright eyes, Nie Yuandao felt soft and his voice became gentle: "What should I call me in the future?"

Shan Lan smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Master!"

Nie Yuandao naturally stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the boy's hair: "Be good."

Shan Lan was stunned by the rubbing of her head - perhaps in Nie Yuandao's eyes, he was still the lost child next door, so Nie Yuandao touched his head as if he was a child. However, he is sixteen years old this year and is as tall as the other person's shoulders. He has learned all the physiology classes he should learn in school, and there are still many classmates in the class who are in love. Why do Nie Yuandao still thinks he is a child?

Shan Lan's face turned slightly red, and she quickly sideways away from Nie Yuandao's hand, changing the topic: "Master, is the basketball I gave you back then still here?"

"certainly."

"Why don't we go play basketball? I have nothing to do in the afternoon anyway."

"Okay, I'll go back and change my clothes, you'll wait for me on the court."

The two went home to change their sportswear. Shan Lan waited for a moment at the intersection, and sure enough, Nie Yuandao walked over with a basketball style. The two looked at each other and smiled and walked side by side towards the basketball court.

The age difference between the 16-year-old young man and the 24-year-old young man, the eight-year-old young man, is still very distinct in them.

But compared to being able to follow Nie Yuandao's butt when he was a child, Shan Lan, who is now 1.75 meters tall, can play with him. However, Shan Lan's shooting percentage is still terrible - he shot ten, one or two.

Nie Yuandao looked at the boy who lowered his head in frustration after smashing the basketball onto the basket frame, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Lan, Master, teach you."

He picked up the ball and handed it to Shan Lan. He stood behind Shan Lan, and wrapped Shan Lan in his arms in a half-hugging position. He held Shan Lan's arm with both hands, looked at the basketball frame in the distance, and whispered: "Aim at the point above the ball frame, squat down, tiptoe, and throw the ball out the moment he jumped up... Come, try."

Shan Lan's head buzzed - the man's low voice was heard in his ears, and he didn't hear anything clearly.

The distance is too close.

His body was almost pressed against Nie Yuandao's chest, and he could clearly feel the strong muscles on the other party's chest. Nie Yuandao is already an adult, and the aura of an adult male tightly surrounds him, making him almost unable to breathe.

Hearing the ear saying "Try it", Shan Lan threw the basketball out in a daze.

The basketball drew a perfect arc in the air, and then...overthinked the basket perfectly and smashed high towards the court next door.

Nie Yuandao looked at him helplessly: "Twist it into the sky, do you think basketballs can fly?"

Shan Lan's face was flushed. Looking at the tall and upright back of the man who went to pick up the balls in the distance, his heart was pounding and almost popping out of his chest.

But Nie Yuandao was bored and insisted on teaching him to shoot.

After picking up the ball, Nie Yuandao held Shan Lan from behind and continued to teach step by step. Shan Lan studied for an hour and was sweating profusely. When he got home, he felt that his whole body was about to be cooked, his whole body was hot, and his blood was almost burning.

When he was held in his arms by a tall and handsome man, he was at a loss and wanted to escape, but he couldn't help but want to get closer. The conflicting mood made his mind blank.

That night, he even had a dream he shouldn't have and his body also had a puberty reaction.

Shan Lan felt very panicked.

The brother next door is eight years older than him and has always taken good care of him. Now he still accepts him as his apprentice. How can he think about it?

But he couldn't control his random thoughts at all.

The next day, he received a message from Nie Yuandao: "I asked the boss of the ruling to discuss the contract issue and waited for me at the intersection at half past eleven."

Since it was a serious matter, Shan Lan naturally had to take it seriously. He put all the childish clothes in the closet into the box, picked a set of jeans and shirts that didn't look so stupid, cleaned up himself, and then went to see Nie Yuandao.

Nie Yuandao looked at the boy in front of him and praised: "Yes, when you were wearing school uniforms, you looked very young, and this outfit was much better."

Shan Lan's face turned red and she thought, she would never wear a silly school uniform in front of him again.

**

The boss of the ruling was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit and a gentle smile.

The contestant's contract was prepared in advance. Shan Lan had no experience in this area. After reading it, she was about to pick up the pen, but Nie Yuandao stopped him and said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, Xiao Lan's contract terms still need to be modified - I hope the copyright of the card made by him can be held by him."

Mr. Zhao's face changed: "This is a bit difficult. You don't know what Chen Qianlin is. Since then, the players' contracts for major clubs in the league have been written very clearly. During the time of serving in the club, the cards produced by the players use the club's resources, and the copyright must also belong to the club and be returned after retirement."

Nie Yuandao was very persistent: "Xiao Lan is a talented player. In the future, he will make more and more cards. The copyright must be given to him. This condition is my bottom line."

Shan Lan was really flattered when she heard Nie Yuandao say this.

Chen Qianlin's copyright incident caused a lot of controversy. Shan Lan also paid attention to the progress of the incident at the time and knew the importance of card copyright to the players. However, only the particularly famous players in the league can discuss copyright ownership and peripheral sharing with the club. Most players have to be restricted by the club. Shan Lan is still a little transparent who has never played in a game. What qualifications are there to be obtained as a player of the players?

Mr. Zhao frowned in embarrassment: "Shan Lan is just a newcomer now and has no reputation. The club cannot pass such a request."

Nie Yuandao said calmly: "I believe that Xiaolan is definitely worthy of the treatment of a first-class player."

Mr. Zhao: "This..."

Nie Yuandao's voice was very decisive: "If the ruling cannot agree to this request, I would rather let Xiaolan sign to another club, and someone would be willing to give him such treatment."

Shan Lan: "…"

The feeling of being fully maintained by someone warmed up Shan Lan's heart. He sat quietly next to his master without saying a word because he believed that his master would win him the greatest benefit.

The first negotiation ended in failure. It can be seen that Mr. Zhao was very unhappy with the conditions proposed by Nie Yuandao.

On the way home, Shan Lan was very nervous. He asked softly: "Master, if you fight for me like this, will the club's senior management have any objections to you? I don't want to affect your relationship with the Judgment Club..."

Nie Yuandao looked at Shan Lan and said with a gentle voice: "My relationship with the ruling will not be affected. As your master, it is appropriate to fight for favorable conditions for you. You will definitely become a first-class player in the future. Don't worry about the contract. I have my own way."

Shan Lan nodded seriously: "Thank you, Master."

*

Unexpectedly, Nie Yuandao really solved the matter and told Shan Lan to ruling to sign the contract a week later.

Looking at the new version of the contract, Shan Lan's scalp felt tingling - not only did the copyright of the original card belong to him, but the proportion of the peripheral share and endorsement share was also very high. This is the treatment that only the champions of the professional league can get? How could he, a newcomer who has never played any game, enjoy such good conditions?

Shan Lan is in a complicated mood. How did the master talk to the club? The club actually agreed?

Until Nie Yuandao handed him the pen and whispered: "Sign it."

Shan Lan came to her senses and signed her name with a slightest bullet.

The next day, Shan Lan officially reported to the ruling and trained with other players. From the gossip of the players around him, he finally knew that Nie Yuandao and the ruling had renewed the contestant contract for a full five years, which made the ruling boss let go and gave Shan Lan the best signing conditions.

Five years!

The peak period of professional players is only a few years. Nie Yuandao has played for six years and has even renewed his contract for five years?!

——He used his next five years to exchange for Shanlan’s best start.

Shan Lan, who knew all this, his heart tightened and he wanted to pounce on the man's arms and never let go again.

***

That night, after Nie Yuandao held a meeting, she returned to the bedroom. Shan Lan suddenly couldn't help but jumped into Nie Yuandao's arms. Nie Yuandao was stunned, looking at his apprentice with red eyes, and was very puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Shan Lan choked up his voice: "For my contract, you renew your contract with the ruling for five years? Do you have to play the ruling for five years?"

"Do you know everything?" Nie Yuandao paused and whispered, "It's okay, I never thought of leaving the ruling and signing this contract is just to reassure the boss. For me, your future is more important. If you don't fight for it now, it will only be more difficult in the future."

"Master..." Shan Lan's eyes were hot, and she couldn't control the overflowing tears. They all rubbed against Nie Yuandao's shirt, and soon wet the shirt.

"You call me Master, I should protect you." Nie Yuandao noticed that his little apprentice was actually crying. The corners of his lips couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub his apprentice's head. There was a hint of helplessness in his low voice, "Why are you like a child? You'll cry like a little girl? Do you want your master to tell a story tonight to coax you to bed?"

"..." Shan Lan's face turned red in the man's arms. As if he was greedy for the other person's body temperature, he stretched out his hand and hugged Nie Yuandao, burying his red face in the man's chest.

His heartbeat was ridiculously fast, and his cheeks were almost burning, but Shan Lan didn't want to let go.

Nie Yuandao had a headache: Why is the little apprentice getting more and more clingy? Is it right to pounce on the master's arms?

He patted Shan Lan on the shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Lan, how old are you?"

Shan Lan's face was buried in his arms, and her voice was so dull that she was not very clear: "At the age of sixteen, I am no longer a minor, I understand everything I should understand."

Nie Yuandao chuckled: "I thought you were six years old." He touched Xiao Lan's soft hair and said, "As soon as I opened the door, you threw yourself into my arms, exactly the same as the scene where you gave you toys when you were a child."

Shan Lan's body suddenly froze, and she quickly let go of him and said, "I'll go take a shower."

Listening to the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, Nie Yuandao couldn't help frowning. His apprentice was very clingy and still acted as his follower like he was a child. He was ruling every day. Wherever he went, Shan Lan would follow him. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing?

Since Shan Lan always likes to follow him, it is better to take Shan Lan to play the doubles this season. Perhaps this way of debut will be better for Shan Lan. With his own leadership, Shan Lan can make progress faster.

Nie Yuandao made up his mind and turned to find the registration form.

He had no idea that Shan Lan in the bathroom was red at this time, like roasted shrimps.

The young man who was in love was taking a cold shower wildly, so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a crack in the ground to bury himself.
Chapter completed!