Chapter 24

Yexuan's face was calm, but her clear eyes sparkled: "Qiao Wanxian, do you know the group 'Girls Aloud'?"

Qiao Wanxian shook his head in surprise.

Yexuan felt helpless. This Qiao Dapao seemed to be completely clueless about Europe! 'Girls Aloud' was a red-hot female singing group on the British Isles, especially its lead singer, who had become a goddess in the hearts of the British people!

Yexuan, with a cold and elegant demeanor, said: "It's a popular female band. The lead singer is Cheryl, a beautiful girl with a great figure and a sweet voice. You can spark some romance and create some gossip with her, which will naturally clear your reputation as a homosexual."

"Oh... Ah? Ch... Cheryl?" Qiao Wanxian was suddenly shocked, as if a thunderbolt had struck his brain, feeling inexplicably surprised and deeply shaken.

Who was Cheryl? Any Chinese football fan would know! In his previous life, Qiao Wanxian was also a football fan, often browsing the sports section of a website called Sina, known in Chinese as 'Xinglang.'

This 'Xinglang' website had three famous writers: Shen Fei of Milan, An Ran of Manchester United, and Chen Chi, who focused on Cheryl, collectively known as the 'Xinglang Trio!' A poem once said: "Cheryl is like a flower, the Milan prodigy catches everyone's eye. The Premier League spends billions at will, Chen Chi and Fei Sister, An Mama."

Chen Chi's portrayal of Cheryl was ethereal and graceful, alluring but not pornographic, charming but not vulgar, almost depicting her as a goddess. Especially after Ashley Cole divorced her due to infidelity, the readability of the articles soared to a new level! In the midst of the Chinese netizens' football experts' curses and insults, only Chen Chi's section maintained a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere. One could say that Chen Chi's Cheryl upheld half of 'Xinglang'!

And Qiao Wanxian, under this atmosphere, came to know this woman living on the British Isles, who captivated the hearts of countless Chinese football fans—Cheryl!

Calculating the time, she was only 21 this year, at the peak of her beauty, and had not yet met Ashley Cole. Hmm... Qiao Wanxian began to laugh shamelessly in his heart.

"You... What's wrong with you?" Seeing Qiao Wanxian's shocked expression, Yexuan frowned, looking puzzled.

Qiao Wanxian suppressed his joy and said calmly: "Good! This is a great idea! Hmm... But Cheryl is a celebrity. Can she meet someone as unknown as me?"

Yexuan felt helpless: "Are you really that stupid or just pretending? Are you still unknown? Now, on the entire British Isles, who is more famous than you, Qiao Dapao?" However, she wouldn't say this out loud. Blinking her eyes, she said slyly: "Do you know why my English name is Sheryl?"

"Why?" Qiao Wanxian was initially stunned, then suddenly realized, and said in surprise: "You... You mean... You and Cheryl are sisters? But you have yellow skin."

Yexuan was thoroughly defeated by this Qiao Dapao and quickly explained the truth, fearing he would say something even more ridiculous: "Cheryl and I are classmates at the University of London. I also really like her songs, so I took the English name Sheryl."

Qiao Wanxian pinched his chin and pondered: "I see... Tonight, the team will have a celebratory dinner. Should we invite Cheryl?"

"You're smart!" Yexuan rolled her eyes at Qiao Wanxian and said mysteriously: "Do you know, I watched the Chelsea vs. Manchester United match with Cheryl!"

"Ah?" Qiao Wanxian was overjoyed, "So, you're a Chelsea fan? You're my fan?"

"Spit! Who is your fan!"

Yexuan, rarely, blushed slightly.

That evening, Qiao Wanxian invited all the Chelsea players to a London hotel for dinner, paying out of his own pocket and getting reimbursed.

Unexpectedly, the forward Mutu declined, which made Qiao Wanxian furious: "Alright, you little brat, if you don't give me face, don't blame me for throwing a shoe at you! You wasted 1 milliliter of Source 1 in the last game and played like dog shit. We'll see about this!"

The 18th floor banquet hall of the London hotel was already booked by Chelsea. The players held glasses of wine, drinking and laughing freely, completely at ease in front of their head coach, Qiao Wanxian, as if they were old friends.

Soon, a hotel staff member with glasses walked to the podium and shouted excitedly: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's give the warmest applause to Cheryl, the lead singer of Girls Aloud, who will perform a song for us!"

The players were stunned, looking at Qiao Wanxian in disbelief. What was going on? The boss's ability was too great, to bring Cheryl to entertain everyone?

Cheryl appeared in a denim mini-skirt, instantly electrifying the venue. Her golden hair fell naturally on her shoulders, slightly curled, exuding nobility. Her eyebrows were like new moons, her eyes like autumn water, and her smile was full of charm and allure, especially her sexy red lips, which made even the sober Qiao Wanxian feel as if he had drunk alcohol.

However, Qiao Wanxian knew nothing about music and had no feeling for what Cheryl was singing. He only thought her dance moves were graceful and sexy, and her voice was sweet and seductive, which directly ignited the evil fire in his heart.

Westerners often celebrate by shouting, but Qiao Wanxian was a bit uncomfortable with this, so he had already given instructions that after his speech in the dressing room, only clapping was allowed, not shouting! When Cheryl finished her song, the players, out of respect for Qiao Wanxian, remained silent and clapped enthusiastically!

Cheryl had never encountered such a peculiar way of celebration before, and she smiled, revealing a row of white teeth and two shallow dimples, looking exceptionally charming. Holding the microphone in one hand and placing the other on her waist, she perfectly displayed her graceful and alluring curves, embodying the phrase "three bends" in her figure.

Seeing Cheryl, Qiao Wanxian felt a bit dry in his mouth. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been with a woman for months since his rebirth, making him feel even more lonely and empty. After the applause subsided, he laughed and said: "Cheryl! Your lips are red and sexy, your chest is firm and perky, and your hips are beautifully curved!"

Cheryl's face stiffened. Who was this scoundrel saying such lewd things? Didn't Yexuan say that Qiao Dapao would discipline his players and not harass her? What was going on?

Cheryl was a bit angry, her smile fading, and she said sternly: "Who are you?"

Seeing her angry expression, Qiao Wanxian realized he had said the wrong thing and wanted to back down. But seeing the players' shameless smiles, he got angry and stepped forward, crossing his arms and grinning: "Cheryl, it's me!"

"Hmm?" Cheryl frowned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she broke into a smile even more radiant than a blooming flower, patting her chest and laughing: "You... Qiao Dapao?"

Qiao Wanxian's face turned red.

"Ha ha!" The players burst into laughter. They all knew the coach's nickname, but no one dared to call him that. Hearing Cheryl's silky and seductive "Qiao Dapao" instantly ignited the entire venue.

Qiao Wanxian walked to the podium, standing next to Cheryl, and glared at the players, shouting: "Laughing, huh? Humph! Tomorrow on the training ground, everyone runs ten laps!"

Terry, who had a particularly good relationship with Qiao Wanxian, immediately held up his hand and bowed, saying: "Boss, can it be five laps? I'm the captain, so I should be treated specially..."

"Oh, you're the captain..." Qiao Wanxian paused, making Terry overjoyed, but the next words almost made Terry cry: "Since you're the captain, you should set an example. Run fifteen laps!"

"Ha ha!"

Beside him, a soft and sweet laugh echoed, though it was light, it stirred Qiao Wanxian's heart.

Qiao Wanxian swallowed and turned around, extending his right hand formally and said: "Hello, Miss Cheryl, I am Qiao Wanxian."

Cheryl turned her head and laughed softly for a while before raising her eyes, her bright eyes sizing up Qiao Wanxian's face, and gently extended her delicate hand to shake his, saying sweetly: "Hello, Mr. Qiao Dapao... I'm Cheryl, ha ha!"

Cheryl tried to make the occasion more formal, but seeing Qiao Wanxian's eyes always glancing at her chest and thighs, she found Qiao Dapao quite amusing. If he wanted to look, he should do it openly, not so sneakily, as if she didn't know.

"Qiao Dapao, are you not going to let go of my hand?" Cheryl blinked and pouted, her lips curling up.

Feeling the soft and smooth hand in his palm, Qiao Wanxian was reluctant to let go. His mind went blank, and he said boldly: "Cheryl, in our distant East, there's a saying, 'love at first sight.' Do you believe it?"

Cheryl smiled, her brown-blue eyes speaking volumes, and she shook her head playfully: "Looking at your eyes, I don't believe in love at first sight, but in lust at first sight, I do!"

"Ah?" Qiao Wanxian's mouth dropped open, cold sweat pouring down his face, his eyes nearly popping out: "How does this British girl know everything?"

"Ha ha!"

Seeing the famous Qiao Dapao being embarrassed again, Cheryl couldn't help but laugh, tickling Qiao Wanxian's palm and giggling: "What, are these all your people? Do you want to force me into bed?"

Qiao Wanxian quickly let go of her hand, straightened his chest, and said formally: "No, you're joking. Who doesn't know that I, Qiao Wanxian, am a man of my word?"

"Right, right, right, that's why you have the nickname Qiao Dapao, isn't it?" Cheryl blinked and smiled sweetly.

PS: To be honest, I've never read a sports novel. My choice and description of the female lead may not be mainstream. If any readers are experts, I hope they can leave some comments in the review section. Thank you.

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