When the red smoke on the field slowly dissipated, and the dazzling fireworks in the stands gradually faded, the brightly lit Emirates Stadium revealed its true appearance at this moment.
"Sha la la sha la la la!"
Tens of thousands of fans dyed the green field red, they huddled together, waving their arms and flags, immersing the place in a sea of celebration.
Undoubtedly, this will become a classic moment that every participant will never forget!
Their joy today is unmatched by any other time in the past! Look at the opponents who have fallen at their feet, there are Manchester City and Chelsea, who have long set off a golden dollar storm, investing over 100 million pounds every year.
There are also the old strong teams, Manchester United and Liverpool, waiting to rebuild the glory of their ancestors, still with a few traces of charm.
There are also strong roadblocks such as Tottenham, Newcastle United, Fulham and Swansea.
But they, with one victory after another, one hard-fought draw after another, pressed down on the other 19 teams in the Premier League, and cast the glory of the championship with high spirits! "Arsenal!!"
"Champions!!"
"King of London!"
"King of England!!"
Cheers rose one after another, this shocking scene lasted for a long time, and the fans were preparing to leave the field in an orderly manner from the outside to the inside.
If it weren't for the expectation that the trophy presentation ceremony would be held here, they would never leave, but would continue to celebrate wildly in the stadium until they were exhausted.
"Whoa oh...!"
When the Emirates Stadium became spacious again, Factory Flower Sagna showed a mouthful of white teeth and started dancing, shaking his head, "Da da da da da da!"
Van Persie and Alexandre Song quickly followed him, raising their arms two steps to the left, two steps to the right, the three people's hips and shoulders constantly colliding, leading everyone to burst into laughter.
"Haha...!"
Maël also joined them with a smile, his brain eliminated all distractions, only knowing that he should have fun at this moment.
"By April it was all!!"
Mertesacker pretended to hold a microphone and sang the appropriate team song "hot stuff" to everyone, "England's number one came back a hero!!"
More players joined the celebration team, their dances were strange and varied, but the happy mood was common.
At this time, no one would care whether they danced well or not, they would only recklessly let loose and revel.
"Great!"
Kyle Walker danced beside Maël, he smiled and looked up and sighed: "Half a season after the transfer, 2 championship trophies, is there anything better than this in the world? Hahaha!
"Maël, you are really my lucky star, it's always right to follow you!"
Maël touched the back of his head and said with a spring breeze on his face: "Let's be each other's lucky stars, come on, we have to win more!"
"It definitely will! We are all young!" Kyle Walker's eyes were full of longing, he fantasized about the grand occasion when he won higher honors in the future.
Arteta and Mertesacker walked towards Maël after dancing for a while, and paid tribute to the god striker who created 60+ goals.
Before coming to Arsenal, they were all in the middle of the league teams, and they had never even touched the edge of important honors. They never thought that they would be so successful with the team in their first season.
Of course, they knew who was in charge of all this, and who they should send their most sincere respect to.
"Pa!" Mertesacker slapped Maël once, then hugged tightly, excitedly exclaimed: "Joining Arsenal, I will never regret it in my life, I am very honored to fight with you."
"This is the most correct choice in my career." Arteta also opened his arms beside him and hugged the two of them, "Maël, you are definitely the player I admire the most, even the two prides are not as good."
Others also came over one after another to celebrate with Maël and send their respect.
Maël high-fived and hugged almost every Arsenal player, he enjoyed it, he could feel his importance to this team, and the sense of being needed was very strong.
This made him very satisfied, he would not humbly tell others 'no' at this moment, but accept all this with peace of mind with 40 goals.
It was he who brought all this and changed the original history.
He also hopes that he can do more, and with this club, walk out a brand new glorious road!
Finally, Mr. Wenger came over, he had taken off his coat and was only wearing a thin shirt.
Maël and he smiled at each other, then both turned their heads away, until they were very close, they looked at each other again with affection.
"We... we won."
The usually eloquent Wenger was somewhat hesitant, his body language rich, sometimes spreading his hands, sometimes high-fiving with Maël, seeming to want to express something, but unable to say it.
His eyes sparkled, related to his recent tears, tears of joy still swirling in his eyes.
For him, this was not just a championship trophy, but a wonderful remedy to reverse all the adversities of the club! He believed that after this season, everything at Arsenal would return to his once beautiful vision.
They would have healthy finances, extremely high brand value, team worth, and market capitalization.
He wouldn't have to be so frugal anymore, he would sign the players he wanted, and then show his skills in this elite football world, taking back everything that had been lost.
He would no longer be called a failure expert, and his face on the newspaper would no longer be filled with sorrow!
He wanted to win the European Championship, and even challenge the goal that had always been buried in his heart, to make this club great, and even challenge the honor of being the most successful club in England!
Thinking of this, Wenger couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his eyes again. Only those who have experienced years of failure understand how hard-won success is.
His affectionate gaze looked at Maël, at the person who changed the team and changed his life.
After organizing his words for a long time, he bit his lower lip and whispered, "Thank you, because... without you, I really don't know what else I could do for this team."
When saying the last sentence, his voice trembled and distorted.
He also quickly turned his head away, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with one hand, and only turned back with a smile.
Maël stepped forward and hugged him tightly, both patting each other's shoulders heavily, moved by the memories of this season.
"A moment of summary, but not the final ending."
After separating, Maël squeezed out a smiling face, "Mr. Wenger, there is still a long way to go. Today, let's celebrate properly.
"By the way, don't you have a promise to fulfill?"
"I remember..." Wenger raised his eyebrows and pointed to the Emirates Stadium with a smile, "There are too many people here, let's wait until we get back to the locker room."
"No, no, no!"
Maël shook his head, then turned to incite the other Arsenal players, "Have you forgotten that Mr. Wenger is going to dance? Come on, carry him to the center circle to dance!"
"Oh, oh...!" The Arsenal players reacted, and everyone rushed towards Wenger.
They were so busy dancing themselves that they forgot that Mr. Wenger was also going to dance. This was an activity they had been looking forward to! "Hey! Hey!"
Wenger raised his hands in surrender, looking terrified, "Listen to me first! Listen to me first!"
He couldn't escape, countless people came up to grab his arms, pulling him towards the center of the field.
Wenger certainly wasn't a spoilsport, and after struggling a few times, he laughed heartily, half-heartedly following the crowd to the center point.
Maël smiled and looked over there, just about to go over when a bottle of champagne was suddenly handed out beside him.
He turned his head and saw Hans carrying a box of champagne, distributing it to everyone.
"This is great." He smiled, twisted open the ring on the bottle, pulled out the cork, skillfully held the bottle and ran over.
"Pa pa... pa pa!"
Just then, Wenger began to twist his body to the applause of everyone, dancing a very popular social dance from the last century, as if he had suddenly appeared in a disco.
"Oh, oh...!" This quickly sparked screams from the Arsenal players. They had never seen the old coach like this before, and everyone's mood became excited.
"Pa pa... pa pa!"
Wenger is over six feet tall and very thin, with long legs. He is a very charming old man. After studying carefully for a period of time, his dance moves are very groovy.
"Aaahhh!" A high-pitched shout then erupted inside the Emirates Stadium, with tens of thousands of fans taking out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos of the old Professor.
"Hahaha." Wenger stopped after a few steps and laughed, his face showing a sense of shame, but also overflowing with joy.
"Continue! Continue!"
"Ooh-hoo...!"
Under the cheers of the crowd, he started dancing again, going crazy once in this crazy year.
"Chi chi chi!"
Maël arrived at this time, spraying champagne towards everyone and Wenger, adding a few more touches of celebration to the scene.
"Where did that come from?"
"Quick, give me a bottle!"
"Aim at Mr. Wenger, we want to see a wet temptation! Haha!!"
The Arsenal players' emotions were stirred up again. After discovering Hans holding a champagne box, they had a new target.
In an instant, Mertesacker, Walcott, and others had a bottle of champagne in their hands. After opening them, they sprinted towards Wenger and sprayed the old coach.
"Pshh pshh pshh!"
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
Several streams of champagne sprayed towards Wenger from different directions, making it difficult for the old coach to open his eyes, but the smile on his face didn't stop, and neither did the dance in his steps.
"Yeah!" The scene was completely out of control, and everyone was feasting their eyes.
Maël, after spraying the champagne in his hand, stood aside and clapped. He saw Wenger's clothes gradually getting soaked, and the Professor himself couldn't withstand the onslaught, so he shrank his neck, lowered his head, and hugged Arteta next to him.
Mertesacker and the others didn't want to let him go, so they rushed to his side with champagne bottles and gave him a shower from above.
"Ah!" Wenger gritted his teeth, his facial features squeezed together, but the joy on his face still hadn't faded.
Dozens of photographers quickly squeezed over with their equipment, recording this classic and beautiful scene.
"Haha...!" Maël laughed while clapping, a sense of relief appearing in the corner of his eyes, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.
This day will definitely be firmly imprinted in the deepest part of his heart.
Every joyful moment will not slowly fade away due to the passage of time, but will remain as the most precious memory, eternally stored in the most important place in his heart.
He will remember that in this bright and passionate 18th year, he and his Arsenal teammates, together with Wenger, won the Premier League double!
"This is a wonderful ending! And also a wonderful beginning!"
Inside the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun watched this scene and gave Arsenal his championship congratulations for the second time. "In his first season joining the team, Maël and Wenger have achieved great success! Looking at their triumphant smiles, you will never doubt that this is the end for them. In the future, there will definitely be more wonderful moments waiting for them!"
"What an affectionate pair of master and disciple! They achieve each other, redeem each other, and fill the most vacant part of each other's hearts! How can they not celebrate unrestrainedly?!"
"..."
"We see that the podium has already been set up, and all kinds of equipment are ready! The award ceremony is about to begin!"
"This is also the coronation ceremony that the Gunners fans have been waiting for! After 7 years, they have once again become the kings of the English league! Wenger has also escaped the curse that most coaches can't finish well what they started!"
"Although he is old, he doesn't feel like he's declining! The golden light of the championship shines on his face, and people see his belief and Strength to continue fighting on this field!"
"Perhaps he has experienced too many setbacks and disappointments, but when Maël appears by his side, he will definitely feel the sudden enlightenment of overcoming difficulties and seeing the light!"
"..."
"Lionel Maël! An amazing striker! Perhaps even he himself doesn't realize that he has climbed to the position of the third best player in the world! Even if the accumulation of honors is still slightly thin, his Strength and data performance are definitely enough!"
"Will he, as the English Football World expects, carry the banner of this league and compete with La Liga for peak combat power?! This season is coming to an end, and he may not give us the answer, but in the European Cup, in next season's Champions League, I believe he will make people understand!"
"..."
Off the field, The FA chairman Greg Dyke appeared on the field with a smile on his face, holding the glittering Premier League championship trophy in his hand.
Looking closely, the trophy was hung with bright red and white ribbons, which are related to the club's totem colors. Whichever club wins the championship, their main color will appear on the trophy.
In the past few seasons, the ribbons have been either blue or red and black, and there has never been pure red and white.
Today, it's here! "Aha!" Deafening cheers rang out again, and the fans looked at the championship trophy, their brains entering a state of frenzy again.
The Arsenal players were also like this, they looked at Greg Dyke's direction with smiles on their faces, watching him walk step by step.
Maël also stared intently. He saw the trophy that looked a bit like the Big Ears Cup, and also noticed the super large crown on top of the trophy.
"Oh."
He took a deep breath and sighed softly, thinking of the sacrifices and efforts they had made for this, the suffering and pressure they had experienced, and clenched his fists secretly, his excited mood unable to calm down for a long time.
A full 36 games, countless times of 'Vamos' and 'Come on', countless passionate celebrations, finally turned into a shining trophy, summarizing this season for him!
From today onwards, everything from this season will be sealed in this trophy, and a new entry will be added to their resume - "11-12 season Premier League champions!"
How many people dream of this trophy, how many people dream of this moment, it has arrived just like that!
Maël turned his head to observe Wenger's expression, noticing a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
"I'm going to change my clothes." Wenger suddenly jogged towards the player tunnel, not wanting to lift the trophy in a soaked shirt.
Maël and the others didn't mind, remaining in place to wait.
Greg Dyke then placed the trophy in front of the podium, and several professionally dressed emcee ladies stood by with medals, ready to present them.
"Here he comes!"
Wenger quickly returned, waving his hand excitedly, "Go and enjoy our moment, kids!"
"Yeah!"
The entire Arsenal team ascended the podium. Greg Dyke and the emcee ladies walked up, shaking hands and hugging each of them, then placing the Premier League champion medal around their necks.
Maël was the third to receive his. When he hugged the chairman of The FA, he heard the man say with expectation, "Keep it up, kid, the future of the Premier League is in your hands."
It was a polite remark, but Greg Dyke made his meaning clear. Maël would become the face of the Premier League.
"Thank you."
Maël thanked him, then tilted his head slightly to allow the man to place the Premier League champion medal around his neck.
Feeling the weight around his neck, he looked down and rubbed the medal a few times, finding the texture quite nice.
His 3rd title was now hanging around his neck. When he had the chance, he would definitely take a photo like Álvarez, with his neck full of medals!
Soon after, when all the Arsenal members had received their medals, Greg Dyke tactfully left the podium, leaving it to its current masters.
Van Persie prepared to go down and pick up the champion trophy. This time, he didn't say anything else, just smiled with the others in Maël's direction.
Maël immediately understood. He stepped forward and came to the Premier League champion trophy with Van Persie.
Like last time, the two of them each lifted one side, pinching the ribbons and handles of the trophy together, and then lifted it onto the podium.
"Ohhhh!!" A low roar sounded on the podium, gradually rising, as if foreshadowing something.
The fans took out their phones, recording while roaring along with the players, "Ohhhh!!"
When all emotions gradually reached their peak, everyone tacitly raised their hands above their heads, releasing all their emotions, "Yeah!!"
Van Persie and Maël also waved the Premier League champion trophy, the red and white ribbons fluttering in the wind, like banners waving.
The coronation ceremony had reached its climax, and countless people shouted with joy, "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Poof poof.! Spray spray.!" Colorful fireworks bloomed behind them, like countless people scattering flowers for them, sending them blessings.
Maël and Van Persie then placed the trophy on the ground, took a step back, and hugged the other players, jumping shoulder to shoulder, sharing the glory of the moment.
They were the super kings among hundreds of teams in the English professional system this season! Champions!! "Arsenal! Are the Premier League champions!! This team makes people seem to see the Invincibles of the 03-04 season!" But I believe that the fans who have followed this team all the way will have a consensus, they are even better than that Arsenal team! Even more outstanding!" They used sweat and blood, courage and *resolution* [pò lì] to cast this champion trophy! And with amazing strength, they achieved the highest number of wins and the highest score in the league!!
"As long as they win the last two games, I think their big brothers will also give them a thumbs up, praising them as the most dominant league champion in the entire English Football World!" Maël smiled very happily, he is the key figure of this team! "I'm afraid his worth will rise again after this champion trophy, right? Will it be close to 100 million euros this time?"
"Oh! We see fireworks soaring into the sky from the roof of the stadium! This is the fireworks show prepared by Emirates Stadium for winning the championship!
"They are set off as scheduled, without waiting for the next game! It's so beautiful.! The mood of the Arsenal people must also be very wonderful! This is a moment of universal celebration!
"Countless celebrities from all walks of life witnessed this scene with them! Countless fans who take Arsenal as their spiritual belief and Maël as their Strength are proud of them at this moment!
"I hope that tonight's insights can help you bravely face the real life after you open the door tomorrow morning!
"This is the real charm of this sport, I love Football, I think you do too!" The celebration is coming to an end, but the joy of this moment will accompany many people for life!"
In the VIP grandstand, Mendes was invited to a private box, while the others rushed into the stadium from behind him to celebrate with Maël.
"Hello."
He came to the door of a quiet box, knocked twice, and heard footsteps inside.
Before long, he saw an old man with a retro dress and a small beard walking out, with a strong old money temperament.
Stan Kroenke, the owner of the world's largest sports empire, whose teams cover multiple sports, including the Denver Nuggets, Colorado Avalanche, Colorado Rapids, and Los Angeles Rams.
Of course, Arsenal is also included.
He owns more than 65% of the shares in this team, Usmanov owns the remaining 30%, and the rest is in the hands of small shareholders.
"A wonderful game."
Kroenke knew Mendes must recognize him. He lit a cigar as soon as he came up and invited Mendes to sit beside him, laughing, "An exhilarating championship, isn't it?"
"Indeed."
Mendes roughly knew why he was invited. He calmly sat beside him and lit a cigar as well. "My player has won an important honor and possesses greater value. Naturally, I feel exhilarated."
"Let's talk," Kroenke seemed to dislike small talk, immediately pulling the two into a negotiation atmosphere.
"The player has spoken to me. You want to gain the support of important figures in the club and then complete the acquisition more smoothly?"
Mendes stated his request, wanting to turn the tables, "This isn't difficult for him or for me, but I need to know, what can he get?"
"What does the player need?" Kroenke chuckled, regaining the initiative with a rhetorical question, "Countless banknotes? The status of the star player? Important honors? Haha... I understand he wants them all, and I also understand he possesses the strength and potential to have them simultaneously.
"In that case, of course we should cooperate, and deepen our cooperation. Even, the Kroenke company and the Mendes company will cooperate."
Mendes' expression flickered. He and Kroenke could barely be considered in the same industry, but the scale of his company compared to Kroenke's was worlds apart.
This was definitely a tempting statement, but he also understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch. This was likely just a pie in the sky that Kroenke casually drew.
"Let me tell you my thoughts."
Kroenke leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, "I understand commercial sports very well, but I don't understand the original Football. I was planning to hand the team over to Little Kroenke to operate after the acquisition.
"But now it's obvious, Arsenal has a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become a super club. I want to seize it myself."
Mendes looked at him, not asking how he would seize it since he didn't understand Football. He knew the other party would explain.
Kroenke's expression became serious. He took a puff of his cigar and said, "I have one advantage, which is that I never act rashly, never force myself. For industries I don't understand, I won't stubbornly use the old ways.
"Therefore, I will learn from the ways professional and advanced people in the same industry operate their clubs, like Florentino.
"If the acquisition is completed, I will implement a substantial salary increase, bringing Arsenal players' salaries to the top level in the Premier League.
"But I also have conditions. I will take most of their image rights and then operate them uniformly, striving to bring Arsenal's commercial value to the world-class level."
Mendes' eyes narrowed slightly. This was truly a wild idea. Did Kroenke want to make Arsenal a club like Real Madrid?
Obviously, this was unlikely... Real Madrid had a more glorious history and the most fans in the world.
He really couldn't imagine how Arsenal could have that kind of foundation.
Three consecutive Champions League titles?
Or the seemingly illusory seven-time champion, which only the Premier League could achieve?
"Of course, this is just the basic idea. I understand that to achieve this, the most important thing is to have results as support."
Kroenke took a deep puff of his cigar and leaned back on the sofa cushion, "And long-term and stable results, excellent results in European competitions.
"But this is too simple for me. The club has excellent coaches like Wenger, and core members like Maël. It seems I only need to solve everything with money.
"I'm not a stingy person. As long as I believe something is valuable, I will invest on a large scale without hesitation. I think this is well known."
He laughed, a very bright laugh, "I understand that the above words seem very unreliable, but I must say, I know what kind of difficulties and challenges this faces, even more clearly than you.
"But I think, since there's an opportunity, why not try? Even if I don't see that day, my son will.
"Do you have a son?"
Mendes took a breath, not expecting the other party's mind to turn so quickly, and nodded in response, "I have one, he's 7 years old this year, and he also likes to play Football."
"As a father, you can understand me." Kroenke's smile had a bit more gentleness, as if he was thinking of his son, "I want to leave something for my son, not just in America."
Mendes found himself getting dizzy from his words, waved his hand and said seriously, "Alright, let's go back to the original discussion, what can my player get for supporting you?"
"The best treatment."
Kroenke finally got to the point, using his cigar to point at Mendes from a distance, "And the most special treatment... The club will not only not take away any of his image rights, but will also continue to give him the right to use the team's image.
"He will get the top salary in the Premier League, and 100% of his image rights. We will set up additional bonus clauses for him to participate in the team's commercial activities."
After speaking, he stood up and extended his hand to Mendes decisively, "Usmanov will find you in the next day or two, and I will also meet with the player in the next few days.
"If possible, I hope you can say a few good words in front of the player.
"The above is all my sincerity... Meeting with you and saying so much is actually just one point, I know how important an excellent player is to a club.
"So, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation."
Mendes shook his hand, a feeling of astonishment surging in his heart. He needed some time to process everything Kroenke had said.
At the Emirates Stadium, the revelry continued. Mr. Wenger, wearing a blue shirt, gleefully raised the Premier League trophy.
"Oh!!"
The players applauded and cheered beside him, many with eyes full of emotion.
"Clap clap!"
Maël smiled and clapped for the old man, only to see Mr. Wenger walk over with the trophy after lifting it once.
Mr. Wenger, with a smile, held the trophy in his arms, took the crown from the top of the trophy with one hand, and placed it on Maël's head.
Maël had known this moment was coming, but he still felt flattered when it happened, a hint of shyness in his smile.
It was a very large crown, much larger than the later Premier League champion crowns. It fit perfectly on his head, and he felt a sense of weight... even more than just weight.
"King of Gun Kings!"
"Be crowned, King!"
"Hahaha!"
Van Persie and others clapped and laughed beside him, many taking out their phones to take pictures with Maël.
Maël wore it for a while, but feeling it was inconvenient to move around, he took it off. Instead of putting it back, he did a favor and placed it on Van Persie's head.
"Click!"
He also took out his phone, opened his mouth wide, and took a picture with the surprised Van Persie, and then posted it on social media: "The best partner! The best champion partner! Vamos!"
Van Persie was quickly surrounded by Arsenal players. While taking pictures with others, he turned his head to look at Maël's departing figure, the muscles in his face twitching slightly.
Maël then walked towards the player tunnel, where his family and friends had emerged, as usual, to share the joy of the championship with him.
It seemed that everything was the same as last time... but it was definitely different. This was the Premier League title, the most valuable title in English Football World! Moreover, his relationship with someone was also different from last time. This was naturally a celebration ceremony under two different life circumstances.
"Maël!"
Isabella, having changed into a white coat, ran towards Maël with a smile, her steps energetic and full of youthful vigor.
"You're amazing, darling!" She came up and wrapped her arms around Maël's waist, giving him a passionate kiss.
"Oh!" The Arsenal fans chuckled like aunties, followed by a burst of warm applause, which attracted many Arsenal players to turn their heads and smile.
Isabella was used to it, staying by Maël's side, looking at him adoringly.
Maël put an arm around her. After the first wave of excitement passed, fatigue swept through his body, and he desperately needed a trustworthy support.
The two leaned on each other affectionately, strolling in the center of the jubilant field, making many people feel the sweetness.
"A match made in heaven!"
In the broadcast booth, the aging Zhang Lu couldn't help but smile and comment, "This is a triumphant return with a beautiful woman by his side. The player's 18 years old really fulfills many people's fantasies about life."
"If I remember correctly, her name is Isabella? A truly talented man and a beautiful woman! I wonder if she will appear in the French Wives Group at the European Cup in June."
"Haha!" Zhan Jun laughed and refuted a little, "Talented man and beautiful woman is not quite appropriate. Maël is also very handsome. I heard that Isabella is also a rising star in the fashion circle. They are both outstanding in many ways."
Zhang Lu nodded, not embarrassed by the rebuttal, but sighed, "Maybe that's why the two of them can be together."
"Yes." Zhan Jun glanced at the time, the broadcast was about to end, and finally concluded, "I hope their youth can be more passionate. Okay, today's commentary ends here! See you next time!"
"See you next time!"
"..."
In the center of the field, Maël waited for others to finish taking pictures with the trophy, and quickly stepped forward to take the trophy back.
"Come on, come on!"
He first lifted the trophy with Isabella, leaving a photo of them kissing with their eyes closed, and then took separate photos with his team members.
Finally, taking advantage of his family being there, he placed the trophy in front of him as he did last time, and had everyone stand beside him, preparing for another group photo.
"Wait!"
Before the photo, he saw the crown on the Premier League trophy, grabbed it and put it on his head again, then squatted on the ground with his legs staggered, one hand on the ground and the other around Isabella's shoulder.
"One, two, three!"
"Cheese!"
"Yeah!!"
Amidst cheerful shouts, Maël turned back with a delighted smile, his eyes full of satisfaction. Apart from the Sheffield United bunch, these people were truly all he had since coming to this world.
"Maël."
Isabella's voice came. When he turned around, he saw a halo around her face, seemingly the reflection of light on the trophy.
She must have understood this, deliberately maintaining this angle, specifically for Maël to see.
"What's wrong?"
Isabella smiled slightly, reached out and wrapped her arms around Maël's neck, her tone filled with strong trust, "Your third trophy, and the third one I've witnessed with you, this must only be the beginning."
"Because I know, just like you said, you will win them all."
ps: Chapter 1 adjusted, sorry for being late today.
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