"Doing well?"
Gilbert half-jokingly, half-sentimentally walked up next to Ma'el, glanced him up and down, then extended his right hand, sighing, "I thought I was coming back to team up with the Premier League champions, but it turns out it's the European champions."
"Clap!"
Ma'el's right hand slapped into a handshake with his, smiling, "You don't need a champion to decorate; teaming up with 'Ma'el' is enough for you to secretly rejoice."
"Pfft!"
"Get out!"
The two of them laughed and bantered, then tightly embraced each other, patting the other's back and bearing their hearts.
"England came home too early, I've been waiting for you here for too long."
"How's training with the team? Can you integrate into the team's system?"
"No matter what, I'm still part of the England squad, don't underestimate me. In the new season, there will be playing opportunities…when someone bullies you, I'll tackle them back for you."
