Chapter 327: Christmas Accident, Tom, Are We Brothers?

【What's wrong, what's wrong?】

【Why is Tang Tang Qiuwang so angry, is it 89? Haha.】

【Tang Ye rarely posts on Ins at this time. I thought it was something important. Game stats shouldn't be taken too seriously, right?】

【The problem is that Tang Tang Qiuwang wants to play this game...】

【Damn, that actually makes sense.】

【"Passing 96"】

【Blocking Tang Tang Qiuwang's attributes, huh? Blacklist FIFA 18 directly.】

"This..."

Tang Ye scratched his head.

Within just a few minutes of the post going out, there were hundreds of comments; this was a good thing, no doubt.

This showed that Tang Ye had many fans, all of them his good friends.

But Tang Ye remembered that Ins should be a foreign app.

Why is it all in Chinese!

EA production, FIFA 18 top players in various attributes:

Speed 93 (Messi), Dribbling 95 (Messi), Shooting 93 (C. Ronaldo, Messi), Passing 96 (Tang Ye), Defense 90 (Chiellini), Physical 94 (C. Ronaldo).

The Sun — Tom expresses dissatisfaction with FIFA 18 player card ratings on social media; Rashford and Rodri like the post.

Check Dongqiu Di pinned: Christmas Battle! Manchester United will face Burnley one day after Christmas; this is the 20th round of the Premier League this season. Currently, Manchester United's record is 14 wins, 3 draws, and 2 losses.

Tang Ye's mood has been very good these past few days because Christmas has arrived, and the Manchester United players have received a rare holiday.

Lying on the sofa in the living room, Tang Ye looked at Rodri, who was watching TV beside him.

"Rod, it feels like since we came to Manchester United, we rarely have a three-day consecutive holiday like this."

Tang Ye held up three fingers: "Three full days!"

Rodri agreed with Tang Ye's words: "The La Liga schedule is unfriendly, but the Premier League is the hardest; we have four matches to play."

"Actually, Rod, I think having many matches is a good thing."

"Why do you say that?"

Rodri turned his head, and Tang Ye explained seriously: "It's simple; only teams that keep winning have many matches to play. If we get eliminated from the League Cup and the FA Cup, we'll only have the league and the Champions League left."

Manchester United's schedule is very dense, and in Tang Ye's view, this can be considered an honor for them.

After all, not every team can compete on four fronts!

"So our goal is the championship."

"Of course, the championship!"

Tang Ye laughed heartily. At that moment, the phone on the sofa rang.

"Rod, your phone is ringing."

"It should be yours."

"Really?"

Tang Ye fished out his phone from under the cushion: "No, Rod, both of our phones are ringing."

"It's from Mr. Michel."

Fan Fan Dejiahe reposted the team operations news; this was an activity within the Manchester United squad.

"Visit lucky fans on Christmas Day..."

Tang Ye read it out word by word.

"Wow, that sounds kind of fun."

That night, Tang Ye, wearing a thick down jacket, got out of Rodri's car.

At the entrance of the base, several staff members were loading boxes of items into the car; if nothing unexpected happened, these should be the gifts for the fans.

Rashford, Tang Ye, Rodri, and Mata got into the same car.

"Tom, why did you specifically bring a backpack?"

Mata pointed to the Adidas backpack Tang Ye had placed on the ground. The latter unzipped it and showed the blue sweater inside his backpack.

"When staying in the room with heating, I feel fine, but I was afraid it would be too cold outside, so I brought two extra clothes."

"You brought two extra clothes?"

Mata patted Tang Ye: "Your down jacket is already very thick, and you're wearing... hiss, four layers. Isn't that enough? Do you want to wear six?"

"No, no, how could that be? Five layers at most."

Tang Ye shook his head quickly: "After I put one sweater in, the backpack was still very empty, so I stuffed another one in. Mata, if you feel cold later, you can ask me; you can definitely wear my size."

"Haha."

Mata, sitting in the back, punched Tang Ye's arm with his fist.

"Although I don't need it, but... thanks."

"You might need it later."

Tang Ye looked out the window.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. He and his friends were squeezed into one car, which gave Tang Ye a very comfortable feeling.

He hoped the car could drive for a bit longer.

"Marcus, what's wrong with you?"

Mata patted Rashford's shoulder. The latter suddenly came to his senses: "Ah, what's wrong with me?"

"You look like you're thinking about something."

"Oh!"

Rashford shook his head: "Actually, I was originally in the same car as Eric, but I swapped with Jesse (Lin Lin Jiade)."

"Why swap?"

Rashford had piqued Tang Ye's curiosity.

"You know, Eric and I..."

Rashford took a deep breath, then shook his head again: "The relationship between Eric and me is a bit strange; I wouldn't want to sit in the same car as him, and of course, he wouldn't want to sit in the same car as me. Yeah, that's about it."

"This..."

Tang Ye stared with wide eyes: "Surely not, Marcus."

"No, no, no, you can't understand. Eric gives me the feeling that he really doesn't want me in the starting lineup anymore."

Rashford spoke faster and faster: "If we had other strikers available, I'd probably be on the bench."

After saying this, Rashford sighed again.

In recent matches, his running distance had grown longer and longer, and his goal-scoring efficiency had become higher and higher.

The reason was the immense pressure Ten Hag had placed on him!

Although Ten Hag hadn't said anything, Rashford just felt the way he looked at him was off.

It was as if...

It was as if Ten Hag was going to buy a new striker to replace his position!

"You're overthinking it, Marcus."

Tang Ye patted Rashford's thigh: "You're amazing, and you run very fast. You are irreplaceable at Manchester United, just like Rodri and Mata; they are irreplaceable too."

Rashford nodded gently: "Mm."

"371 Whitworth Street, we've arrived."

The staff member pulled over to the side of the road; the cameraman and the Manchester United players preparing to deliver gifts were all ready.

"Who among you will take this gift?"

"I'll do it."

Tang Ye was standing closest to the trunk, so he voluntarily took the box.

Standing by the car, Tang Ye held the box up with both hands, examining it carefully as if trying to see what was inside.

Unfortunately, a Vision stat of 97 did not grant him the ability of X-ray vision.

"What's inside here?"

"Greeting cards and signed jerseys, I heard that's what it is."

Rodri walked over, weighed the gift box, then handed it back to Tang Ye.

"Signed jerseys? Whose signed jerseys?"

"Don't know, this should be random."

Tang Ye nodded.

He really wanted to open this gift to see exactly what was inside.

Unfortunately, this was not his gift, so he could not open it.

"We're ready to start filming!"

The cameraman, shouldering the camera, walked toward Tang Ye, who unconsciously took half a step back.

"Oh, no need to be nervous, Tom, haha, just treat it like filming a vlog (video log)."

"Okay, okay!"

Tang Ye displayed the gift in front of the lens, then pointed at himself: "Do you want me to speak?"

"Since you're holding the gift, naturally you're the one speaking," Mata pushed Tang Ye slightly.

"Oh, alright."

"Ahem, ahem."

"In my hands right now is a Christmas gift to be given to a lucky fan. The lucky fan lives in that red house over there, and their name is... um, Sam."

Holding the gift box with both hands, Tang Ye and Rashford walked together toward the door.

As he walked, Tang Ye explained: "I don't know what's inside this gift; I heard it should be jerseys, greeting cards, and things like that. I wonder if the fan will like it."

"By the way."

Tang Ye suddenly stopped walking and looked back at the staff member: "What if the fan doesn't like this gift?"

Staff member:...

Rashford pushed Tang Ye forward: "They won't. They must have made a wish on the website; every gift box contains the jersey of their favorite player."

"Oh, that's great then."

!

Stopping at the doorway, Tang Ye took a deep breath.

Thump, thump!

Thump, thump, thump!

"They're not opening the door, Marcus. Should we break it down?"

Just as Tang Ye finished speaking, the door opened.

It was a little boy who looked to be only six or seven years old, staring with wide eyes at Tang Ye at the doorway.

Glancing at the name on the gift box, Tang Ye asked: "Hey buddy, are you called Sam?"

The boy shook his head, then shouted loudly: "Daddy, Tom has come to our house!"

"Haha, alright, you go ahead and play first."

A man inside answered, and then...

And then there was no "and then."

"Tom said he wants to come in."

"Then please invite your friend in."

Tang Ye and the cameraman exchanged a glance, then walked inside carrying the gift box.

"Oscar, next time if your friend is coming, tell me earlier so we can prepare some food or something..."

A woman turned the corner; the instant she saw Tang Ye and Rashford, she froze.

Tang Ye gave the woman a slight nod.

"Hey, Sam!"

"I'm watching TV, don't make noise!"

The woman glanced at the camera, then saw Rodri and Mata behind Tang Ye, also wearing down jackets: "Sam, you'd better come over right now."

"Coming, coming! I hope you won't disturb me like this again while I'm watching the Manchester United match; if I let my guard down even slightly, I'll miss Tom's pass..."

Seeing Tang Ye, the man named Sam suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Miss Tom's pass..."

The woman shrugged: "Yes, miss Tom's pass, but I think you'd better not miss the Tom standing right in front of you."

"Holy... shit!"

Tang Ye walked forward holding the gift box: "You're Sam, right? This is for you, um."

Sam took the gift box: "Can I open it now?"

"Of course, hurry up and open it."

Tang Ye urged him; to be honest, he was just as curious as the fan in front of him about what was inside the gift box.

Sam placed the gift box on the table, then tore open the ribbon on top.

Inside was...

A Red Devils mascot plushie, a greeting card with who-knows-what written on it, and a jersey.

It was a jersey personally signed by Tang Ye.

"Hmm?"

He turned to look at Rashford: "When did I sign this jersey?"

"Probably last week; I remember we all signed them."

"I see."

Having delivered the first gift box of the night, Tang Ye and Rashford were the first to walk out of the house.

"That kid was quite interesting; I remember his name was Oscar, right?"

"Yes, but Tom, shouldn't you have let him win? The cameras were rolling!"

Just now in the room, Tang Ye had played a game of FIFA against the kid named Oscar.

Under the Manchester United cameraman's lens, Tang Ye crushed Oscar in the game with a score of 12–0.

"So I should have let him win, is that it?"

"Of course!"

Rashford said this, then quickly returned to the car.

It was too cold outside!

"It's mainly that he was just too weak; he couldn't even control a through ball."

"Haha."

Recalling the scene just now in the room where Tang Ye was fully focused playing FIFA against a six-year-old kid made Rashford want to laugh.

This guy Tom was too serious!

Perhaps...

Rashford pursed his lips.

Perhaps if he were as focused during official matches as Tom was, he wouldn't be targeted by Ten Hag?

"No way, it's too cold; I'll put on a sweater first."

Tang Ye pulled a blue sweater out of his backpack.

"Did you bring any gum, Tom?"

Rashford suddenly asked.

"Haha, I told you gum is very useful, right? Marcus, you're getting addicted too. Hmm, it's in the second-largest compartment."

While Tang Ye was putting on his clothes, Rashford reached into Tang Ye's backpack and pulled out a handful of gum.

Rashford prepared to take one piece and put the rest back, but he quickly realized that when he had grabbed the gum just now, something had fallen out of the backpack.

It was a photograph.

Picking up the photo that had fallen onto the seat, Rashford took one look, and his pupils dilated almost instantly.

Is this... Ten Hag?

"Damn!"

Tang Ye reacted quickly, snatching the photo back from Rashford's hand: "No, Marcus, it's not like that!"

"This, this..."

Rashford's hands were trembling.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Rashford shuffled his butt toward Tang Ye, while Tang Ye began backing away: "Marcus, really, you're overthinking this; it's just a joke, you know I like joking with Mr. Sitting Like."

Rashford stared fixedly into Tang Ye's eyes: "Tom, we're brothers, right? Good brothers, just as you told me."

"Yes, yes, of course, but..."

"Tom, give me that photo, please, just give it to me."

Rashford inched closer, a smile of hope on his face.

It was a smile of hope, yet at this moment, in Tang Ye's eyes, Rashford's grin seemed utterly bizarre.

"Marcus, don't do this, please don't."

"Please, Tom, please!"

"Just give me the photo, Tom, I'm begging you; we're best friends. Can you bear to watch Sitting Like treat me like that?"

Rashford spread his hands, his expression full of grievance: "I can't go on like that anymore!"

This, this...

Christmas was supposed to be a joyful occasion, yet no one expected something like this to happen.

Tang Ye had made a mistake!

A huge mistake!

He shouldn't have brought the backpack out just for two sweaters!

Looking at Rashford before him, Tang Ye's heart beat faster and faster.

His hands tightly clutched Ten Hag's nude photo.

"Marcus, I, I, I..."

"Please, Tom, please!"

Rashford seemed on the verge of tears.

(End of Chapter)