Chapter 65

"Hey, beautiful ladies! Who wants me to give her a massage? The more, the better! I, the handsome and helpful Lucas, won't refuse any of you!"

Lucas Sutton, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of floral trunks, was flirting around the beach, hoping for a beautiful encounter. He deliberately showed off his well-built body in front of the sexy women in bikinis, with their various skin tones. As a soccer player, his physique was indeed impressive, with well-defined muscles and clear lines. His mixed-race tan skin made him look very healthy. His white teeth shone when he smiled, and although he wasn't a blonde, fair-skinned Caucasian, his facial features were very attractive. He could be considered quite handsome.

Logically, such a person should be very popular with women. But...

When the beauties he approached turned around and sized him up, they just smiled and walked away. Lucas's hand, raised in greeting, froze in mid-air, and his smile froze on his face. Then he pouted, "Tch, missing out on me, Lucas, is your loss!"

He turned around and raised his hand again, shouting enthusiastically, "Hey, girls! How about we play a game of 'I bet ten bucks I can't touch your chest'?"

Well, it's normal for such a pervert to not find a beautiful encounter...

***

Lucas spent the whole morning busy, like a wolf wandering among a flock of sheep, but with no results. Finally, he sat on the beach with a cup of guarana juice, idly watching the men and women playing on the sand, and couples passing by one after another, making him feel even more lonely and isolated.

"Huh? Who's this? Look, look, who's this?" Just when he was in a bad mood, a familiar voice rang in his ear, making his mood even worse...

"Isn't this Lucas? Why are you sitting here alone? Not going to play in the sea?"

Cleber appeared in front of Lucas, looking at him with a puzzled expression, then he seemed to have a sudden realization.

"Oh, I get it! It looks like the beauties on this beach don't seem to like you much! Hahaha!"

Cleber, who had two beauties on either side of him, one a blonde with fair skin and the other a brunette with dark skin, each with their own charm, was looking at him with flirtatious eyes. Although Cleber had lost the competition for a first-team position to Rong, he was indeed very popular with women. This was something Lucas couldn't mock. So when Cleber used this to mock Lucas, Lucas had no way to counter. He just stood up from the sand, patted the sand off his butt, and decided to leave.

If I can't deal with you, can't I at least avoid you?

"Don't run, Lucas. Want me to introduce you to a girl? You know, the one with the hot body, but don't worry, I broke up with her last week..." Cleber rarely had the chance to mock Lucas so freely, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip.

Just as he was mocking Lucas, he saw Lucas suddenly stop and stare behind him, his expression like he had seen a ghost.

"What's that look for? Ha, did you see a beautiful girl? Don't worry, Lucas, if you like a girl, just tell me, I'll check her out for you first! Hahaha..."

Cleber, while mocking Lucas, turned around and laughed loudly, feeling extremely satisfied at making Lucas speechless. But when he turned around, his laughter abruptly stopped.

Because a cloud of sand suddenly hit him in the face, covering his head and face. He instinctively closed his eyes, but it was too late. Sand got into his eyes, and even more into his mouth...

His triumphant laughter was cut short by the sudden sand.

"Spit, spit, spit! Damn, who did that?!" Humiliated in front of the beauties, Cleber was furious, spitting out sand and cursing.

At the same time, he was frantically rubbing his eyes, which were stinging.

Meanwhile, he heard Lucas's surprised voice.

"Rong?"

He was shocked by the name, stopping his rubbing and spitting.

Him?!

***

"Huh, Lucas! What are you doing here?" Rong, out of breath, stopped and greeted his good friend, carrying the old man on his back.

He was doing a weighted run on the beach with the old man, and unexpectedly ran into Lucas. He was quite happy, as the intense training for over a week had been very monotonous and boring, and meeting a good friend was a pleasant surprise. So he decided to interrupt his training and stop.

The old man on his back didn't stop him, but he didn't jump off either, as if the people in front of him didn't exist, or as if he himself didn't exist.

"I'm here to play, what about you? Why are you..." Lucas pointed to the old man on Rong's back.

Rong scratched his head, "I'm here for training, Lucas."

"Training?" The one who asked wasn't Lucas, but Cleber.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up, still unable to stop the tears from flowing.

Rong also saw him and waved, "Hey, it's Cleber from the youth team? It's been a while, but you don't have to be so excited to see me, look at you, you're crying, is it that serious?"

"Shut up!" Hearing Rong's words, Cleber roared in anger. The superiority he felt in front of Lucas vanished when he met Rong. "This is all your fault! The sand you kicked up!"

Rong quickly "apologized," "Ah, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect anyone to be so close to me during my training on this beach..."

"You!" Rong calling him an "idiot" made Cleber even angrier.

But his gaze soon fell on the old man on Rong's back. He then laughed, his angry expression replaced by a mocking smile.

"Look at you, Chinese boy. Your training is carrying an old man and running like an idiot on the beach? You've been watching too many comics..."

But before he could finish, the two beauties beside him suddenly screamed, "Ah—!"

He was startled.

"What are you doing..." Cleber was about to scold the two girls he had picked up on the beach, but saw them rushing towards Rong!

What's going on?!

"You're Rong?"

"You're the Chinese prodigy?"

"Wow! You really are as innocent as the newspapers say!"

"I've watched your matches, you play so well! I love watching you sprint!"

The two women surrounded Rong like fans meeting their idol.

Rong was taken aback by their enthusiasm and backed away, still carrying the old man—these fans were so passionate it was like they wanted to eat him...

Lucas laughed at the scene.

But he soon stopped laughing when the blonde, fair-skinned beauty pushed her chest towards Rong, "Can you sign here for me, Chinese boy?"

She winked at Rong as she said this.

Lucas was stunned.

The tearful Cleber was also stunned.

Rong was even more stunned.

He didn't know what to do, staring at the high, white chest in front of him.

The enthusiastic fan even shook her chest to attract his attention. Her bikini, designed to use as little fabric as possible, only covered the essential parts, leaving the rest exposed, including the curves of her breasts. The large, white areas reflected the sunlight, almost blinding.

Rong felt a wave of white, like the white waves churned up by a yacht in the sea.

His mouth went dry, and he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

So he let out a strange cry, turned around, and ran away, carrying the old man, fleeing in panic!

The blonde beauty was taken aback for a moment, then licked her lips and laughed seductively, "I love shy little boys!"

Lucas quickly reacted, realizing it was his time to step in!

So he cleared his throat and appeared in front of the two beauties, "Let me introduce myself, ladies. I'm Lucas Sutton, Rong's best friend in São Paulo. I'm also quite shy... Do you want to hear some gossip about Rong?"

The blonde and the brunette turned around, swaying their curvy hips and slender waists, and each put an arm around Lucas's shoulders.

"Of—course—" they whispered in Lucas's ear, their voices sweet and sticky.

Lucas was overjoyed, thanking God and Rong!

Then he reached out, put his arms around the two beauties, and walked away.

When everyone was gone, only Cleber was left.

He had been forgotten by everyone...

"Chinese idiot! Lucas, that bastard! And... two bitches!!" He cursed angrily.

But his curses were quickly blown away by the sea breeze.

***

"Those were just fans asking for your autograph, why did you run, boy?" The old man, still on Rong's back, suddenly asked. "Don't you want fans?"

"Uh... uh..." Rong didn't know how to answer, and finally came up with a response he didn't even believe himself. "I don't have a pen, how can I sign?"

The old man snorted, "You're a disappointment."

Rong didn't say anything, just continued running on the beach with the old man on his back, kicking up sand and causing nearby tourists to complain and move away.

A yacht churned up white waves in the sea, while Rong created a wave of sand on the beach!

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