Chapter 113 - 46: Dribbling Past 4! Player of the Round! What a Thrilling Bundesliga Season

"Hello, who is this?"

"Wang, is that you?"

"Who are you? How did you get my number?"

On the other end of the line, Lina Gerk was stunned speechless.

’He... didn’t recognize my voice at all, did he?’

’Did he forget that quickly?’

Ever since she won the first season of *Germany’s Next Topmodel* in 2006, she had become famous in Germany and joined German supermodel Heidi Krumm’s company.

Since then, almost everywhere she went, people would ask for her number.

And she rarely gave out her personal number.

Let alone be the one to proactively make the call, like she was now.

The awkward part was, his tone made it sound like he had no idea who she was.

’Oh, great. So when we "exchanged numbers," I was the only one who actually saved it? Is that what this means?’

Lina Gerk could already picture the look on Wang Shuo’s face as he answered a call from an unknown number.

But she had to quickly introduce herself.

She was certain that if she didn’t, Wang Shuo would just hang up on her as a spam call.

"It’s me, Lina Gerk."

To make matters worse, Wang Shuo on the other end really couldn’t remember. He thought for a moment, then repeated the name.

"Lina... Gerk?"

This made Lina Gerk feel an urge to spit blood.

’I’m 1.79 meters tall, we hugged yesterday, and you have no impression of me at all?’

Fortunately, just before she had a complete breakdown, Wang Shuo finally remembered.

"Oh, it’s you! Sorry, I forgot to save your name. I’ll do it in a bit."

Wang Shuo was quite frank.

Lina Gerk felt like crying.

’Can someone please tell me why I made this damn phone call?’

"Anyway, have you seen this morning’s news?"

Lina Gerk explained what had happened that morning.

If Wang Shuo felt it was necessary, she could issue a statement explaining they were just filming a show together and it was all for dramatic effect, nothing more.

"It’s fine. I’m a professional player. My performance in the game is what matters. I don’t care about this stuff," Wang Shuo said with a nonchalant laugh.

Even a king like Barça’s Messi, when he was just starting out, went on TV shows and got his crotch grabbed, his butt groped, and was molested—er, wait, no, forcefully hugged.

Wang Shuo just got a hug from a beautiful woman and a bit of gossip. It was no big deal.

Besides, it was hard to say who was really getting the short end of the stick here.

"By the way, do you need me to clarify anything for you?" Wang Shuo asked in return.

"No, it’s fine. The more you try to explain these things, the worse it looks. Besides, if we’re going to be in a scandal together, I’m the one benefiting."

After everything was cleared up, their conversation came to an abrupt halt.

Wang Shuo used the excuse that it was time for training and took the initiative to hang up.

Lina Gerk stared at her phone screen in disbelief.

’This guy is unbelievable, isn’t he?’

’He really isn’t willing to say a single extra word.’

...

Wang Shuo really did have to go to training.

Axel Busenkel was the type of person who hated it when people were late.

Especially when he was putting in extra time to train with him.

But when Wang Shuo opened the door, he saw two people crouched outside.

"What the hell? What are you guys doing?"

Wang Shuo jumped in surprise.

"Eavesdropping. Can’t you tell?" Subotic answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

’Eavesdropping?’

’Holy hell, you guys are so damn shameless about it.’

Schürrle, full of gossipy spirit, chimed in from the side, asking, "Who were you just on the phone with?"

"None of your damn business."

With that, Wang Shuo headed for the bathroom.

But the two pests followed him the whole way.

"Was it Lina Gerk?" Subotic guessed.

Schürrle was even more of a gossip. "Calling so early in the morning, with such a cozy tone... are you two actually dating?"

"How is that possible? I’ve only met her once."

"Then it must be love at first sight," Subotic clapped approvingly.

Wang Shuo looked utterly defeated. "Neven, I finally understand why Antic won’t call you up to the Serbian National Team."

"Why?" Subotic was taken aback.

"Because you’re not right in the head."

Wang Shuo closed the door.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he came out to find the two door gods were still there.

"Come on, tell us about you and Lina Gerk," Schürrle pleaded, his face a mask of envy.

"You know who she is?" Wang Shuo found it a bit strange.

"Probably every young person in Germany and Austria knows her. She’s the next world-level supermodel, after all," Schürrle was exaggerating a little.

Subotic added, "Heidi Krumm’s successor."

This was the second time Wang Shuo had heard the name Heidi Krumm.

Back in Munich, an older woman named Jessica had mentioned her in passing.

"Who’s Heidi Krumm?"

Subotic and Schürrle stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other, completely baffled.

’He lives in Germany and doesn’t know who Heidi Krumm is?’

Then again, this was exactly the kind of thing Wang Shuo would do.

From the day he joined Mainz until now, he basically spent all his time training, apart from eating and sleeping.

"The most famous supermodel in Germany. The model from the ’06 World Cup, the one who got really famous."

Wang Shuo said, "Oh," having a vague impression but not really remembering.

He didn’t really care, either.

"Lina Gerk is gorgeous, has a great body, is 1.79 meters tall, and most importantly, has the golden ratio..."

Schürrle got more and more excited as he spoke, until Subotic had to jab him with an elbow, reminding him to rein it in and wipe his drool.

"Sorry, it’s admiration! Admiration!"

Wang Shuo scoffed.

’Men... I can’t be bothered with you guys!’

But what Wang Shuo never could have expected was that when he got to the Mainz gym and met Axel Busenkel, the man’s very first words to him were...