But after leaving the court, Babala went to do some hair first.

During this period, she took out her cell phone and made a phone call.

"Galil, my friend, how are you?"

"Fabalu! Oh my god, I really didn't expect you to call. Are you planning to make a comeback?"

"It's not... Actually, I'm here to ask you for help."

"Look for me? Find me a paparazzi little guy?"

"Yes, I think only you can help me."

"It is my luck to be able to get your invitation! Miss Babala, please tell me, my team and I will serve you!"

"That's how it is..."

About half an hour later, Babala hung up the phone proudly and had a deeper concern about the next development.

After returning home, she spent an hour dressing herself up in a colorful way.

I specially changed into a long skirt with oriental elements, and then I went out with satisfaction.

Soon, the Lance Restaurant arrived.

The fence was pulled to the seat you had booked.

Along the way, all the men in the restaurant were attracted by her beauty.

Even the women couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Babala enjoyed such treatment very much. When she was happy, she naturally looked forward to the date tonight.

She thought about what kind of dress Simon King would wear, then she thought about whether Simon King would shave, and even thought about what color of flowers Simon King would bring to her.

"Oh... it's so annoying, it's just a mixed-race boy...what's wrong with me..."

Babala was nervous, but he felt that time was moving slowly, and he couldn't help but think: "It should be implied that he likes red ones. If the flowers he bought were yellow, how would I hide my displeasure?"

After thinking about it, she planned to order wine, but she was worried that it would not match Simon Jin's appetite. It was really a worrying thing.

Finally, it was almost eight o'clock.

Babala was unhappy and thought to himself: "How can women wait for you? You are such a fool."

But she immediately realized that she came so early, would she be underestimated by the other party?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to hide from the car, but he was worried that he would just hit the other person when he went out, which was really a dilemma.

At the same time, because Babala has been staying in the restaurant for a long time.

The men who have been quietly following her and admiring her peerless face also muttered in their hearts.

Everyone wants to know what a great big shot that can make such a peerless beauty wait for so long.

However, just as the fence was worried about gains and losses, time had already reached 8:00.

"What's going on?"

Babala's expression became depressed, and the light shone when he came, turned into a drizzle.

"This guy...isn't he interested in me?"

Babala took out the mirror and looked at it, thinking that she wanted to have a good appearance and figure. I wonder how many men were willing to give up everything in order to pursue her.

There are even people who are willing to live five years less just to have dinner with her...

But now, I am actually waiting for others?

"Who do you think you are!"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged, the more I felt humble, and tears couldn't help but roll in my eyes.

Ten minutes later, she decided to leave.

But just as she was about to get up, Babala suddenly woke up and said, "My God! Why did I forget that he is a workaholic! Could he be...forgot!"

Babala was actually right, but Simon King really forgot.

Since returning to the office, this guy has been watching videos of his next round of opponent Aroka.

Because of one experience of understanding, Simon King now looks like the game is no longer as hasty as in the past.

He will watch the game in full once, and then write down notes on tactical play and some important players in his notebook.

Then, he would watch the video again, but this time, he used the special viewing method - that is, only one player at a time.

Although this method helps him complete the game report and find the opponent's weaknesses.

But the problem is that this method is really time-consuming. After all, there are eleven people on the field. Even if you only look at four or five of them, it will not be possible to handle it in just a few hours.

What's more, now he not only has to summarize the opponent's playing style, but also think about the profound meaning behind the playing style.

So, when Baba's phone call came, Simon King's first reaction was to check the time.

"Damn it! It's eight:20! It's over, it's over!"

Simon King nervously answered the phone, and Babala asked directly: "Where are you?"

"Sorry, Barba..."

"I don't listen! I don't want your apology! I just want to know where you are!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm still on the team and I'm working too much... I'm too busy."

Hearing Simon King's words was indeed full of apology.

And it was also confirmed that this guy was indeed working.

The displeasure of the fence was relieved a little, but she would not miss this opportunity and immediately said, "I want a bouquet of red flowers."

Of course, Simon King knew that Babala was angry, and he also knew that as a man, he shouldn't be late.

But he didn't think too much, and didn't take the matter of buying flowers in mind, so he drove to the restaurant.

Ten minutes later, Simon Jin, who was empty-handed and with a beard, walked in with his hair stumbling.

After Babala saw the other person for the first time, he almost fainted.

She looked at herself—dressed, gorgeous, unparalleled.

Let’s look at the other party again - passers-by, beard, sportswear...

Seeing that the person who was waiting for the beauty was such a guy, most of the men in the restaurant showed a look of unwillingness in their eyes.

The fence opened its eyes wide, and all the beautiful fantasies about tonight disappeared in an instant.

She looked at Simon King with some dissatisfaction and said, "You... were you trying to get angry with me on purpose?"

Simon King also felt very embarrassed. He didn't expect that Lance Restaurant was such a high-end place, and he didn't expect that the people here were all dressed in a suit and leather collar.

"I...I'm sorry, I haven't been here, I..."

"Where is my flower?"

"Flowers? Uh..."

Simon Jin was stupid and recalled it. It seemed that the last sentence on the other party’s phone was about flowers.

"I'll go... it's over, I'll offend her this time! She won't let Diogo fire me!"

Under nervousness, Simon Jin was thinking about his own work, but he didn't realize that the beauty in front of him was about to get angry.

"Simon King! You're too much!"

The sound of the fence was not loud, but her expression was definitely angry. The grievances she had accumulated for a night also turned into tears, flashing and leaping under the candlelight.

"Flowers! There are flowers!"

In desperation, Simon Jin had an idea.

He took the red napkin on the table and folded it into a rose at a fire-fighting speed.

"Fence... This red flower is for you."

Looking at Simon Jin Dai's stupid appearance and looking at the crooked but very beautiful flowers in his hands, Babala suddenly laughed.

This smile is like the wind and clouds rolling.

This smile is like the moonlight reflecting on the ephemeral.

Simon King was stunned, his hands loosened and the flowers floated down.
Chapter completed!