Wang Shuo assumed she meant she also watched a lot of Premier League games, so he didn't think much of it.
When it came to football hooligans, the United Kingdom was in a league of its own.
"Wang Shuo."
Seeing Wang Shuo about to turn and go back onto the field, Shen Qinghe suddenly called out to him.
"Hm?"
"Go for it!" Shen Qinghe balled her fists, making an encouraging gesture toward him.
"Okay. If I score later, I'll run over here to celebrate with you. Make sure you get a handsome picture of me."
To be honest, Wang Shuo was quite grateful to Shen Qinghe.
He often saw Shen Qinghe at Dortmund's home games, cheering him on in person.
Occasionally, he would also spot her at away games.
Most importantly, under Wang Shuo's tweets, the first reply every morning was almost always from Shen Qinghe.
Of course, as Wang Shuo's fanbase grew, more and more fans would "clock in" at the same time, and she was starting to have trouble competing.
