Why do I feel like the person who came is a bit impolite?"
Sean muttered to himself, but his face remained impassive as he turned to look.
It was a young woman, with a good figure and a slightly square face, but she was young, like Sean, probably around eighteen or nineteen, and wore light makeup. Her features were well-proportioned, making her quite a beautiful young woman.
Bergkamp introduced them, "Estelle, this is Sean, and Sean, this is my eldest daughter, Estelle."
Estelle raised her chin and extended her right hand to shake Sean's, "I heard you're pretty good at football?"
Sean nodded, "Yes, I'm pretty good at football!"
Am I just unlucky with people, or am I developing persecution paranoia?
Why do I always feel like people are targeting me?
"Thump, thump, thump ~"
Before Sean could figure it out, he heard a flurry of footsteps.
"It's really Sean!"
Three children ran over, shouting excitedly. There was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen, a young girl who must have been twelve or thirteen, and finally, a much younger girl who, though running incredibly fast, could only be called a child.
Sean extended his hand to the teenager who was leading the charge.
The teenager casually took his hand, then gave Sean a hug, "Wow ~ you played so well, especially that fake shot and true pass! The idiots at Eindhoven were all fooled by you, hahaha…"
Sean: …You don't have to exaggerate so much.
As soon as the teenager let go, the young girl extended her right hand, "Hello, I'm Yasmin, and he's Mitchell. I've also watched your games, an outstanding performance."
The little girl also mimicked them, "Hello, I'm Saffron."
Sean shook hands with each of them, thus getting to know Bergkamp's four children.
The atmosphere remained lively.
Although the eldest daughter, Estelle, looked arrogant and didn't say much,
Mitchell and Yasmin had many football-related questions to ask.
Bergkamp occasionally raised a hand to his forehead, probably wondering how anyone could be stumped by such simple questions.
However, Sean's previous self, after all, was a pseudo-underachiever who had risen through hard work, so he actually had a lot in common with them.
Thus, the three of them, plus Bergkamp and Saffron who occasionally chimed in, chatted very warmly.
Before long, everyone had become quite familiar with each other.
Sean also learned many things.
The teenager, Mitchell, was three years younger than Sean. He was determined to follow in his father's footsteps and play professional football, but he wasn't selected by Ajax and instead joined Almere City FC.
Uh ~ considering his name wasn't heard of in later generations, his future probably isn't very bright.
It doesn't matter, he doesn't have to worry about personal wealth, he just needs to be happy.
The young girl, Yasmin, had just turned thirteen this year and also participated in professional athlete youth training, but she hadn't yet chosen between hockey and football.
The little girl, Saffron, was not yet ten years old. Like her eldest sister, she did not participate in professional sports training.
Of course, this doesn't mean they don't participate in sports; daily cycling and swimming are essential.
Everyone chatted and laughed, and Sean felt much more relaxed.
After all, so much had happened in just a few days. Sean felt that he wasn't nervous, but his mind had unconsciously been tense, and his body had accumulated some fatigue.
This overall warm atmosphere was probably the best way to relieve physical and mental exhaustion.
An unexpected event occurred during dinner.
Mrs. Bergkamp had specially prepared a few nutritious dishes, but since it wasn't during a competition, most of the food was normal.
While talking to Mitchell, Sean accidentally took some pork ribs.
So, he had no choice but to eat them.
Sure enough, the system prompt arrived as expected.
Sean, enduring the bombardment of system prompt sounds, slowly chewed and savored, feeling that it tasted even more delicious. What should he do?
Hmm?
After the system prompted ten times, an option to turn off the prompts for the day appeared.
What was there to hesitate about? Turn it off!
So, Sean smiled even more happily.
He also ate some smoked eel, apple pie, and other things.
Tsk tsk ~
It felt much more delicious than before!
Of course, Sean only tasted a little.
Even though he wasn't in a training cycle now, Sean would never overindulge himself during the season.
Victory and championships were the goals; enjoying delicacies was just an embellishment.
Although the system prompts were turned off, Sean was still very aware of these things ~
After dinner, Bergkamp took Sean to his study to talk for a while.
This time it was about serious business: Sean's agent.
Bergkamp's agent back then, Rob Jansen, was now the most powerful agent in the Netherlands, and also one of the owners of SEG, the largest football agency in the Netherlands.
Jansen was very interested in Sean and entrusted Bergkamp to ask for Sean's opinion.
Sean was originally very interested, but when he heard the name SEG, he backed down.
Sean had vaguely heard of this company in later generations. It seemed that a certain player represented by this company had transferred to Inter Milan as a free agent.
Inter Milan paid a signing fee as per custom.
Unexpectedly, this company actually withheld the money, telling the person involved that it was already good enough to join Inter Milan, and there was no such thing as a signing fee.
They even convinced the person involved to accept a lower salary, and it seemed Inter Milan gave them another bonus for that?
He couldn't remember clearly, but there should have been such an incident.
An agency that not only doesn't help its clients secure the maximum benefits but instead deceives both sides and plays both ends against the middle, only to line its own pockets with more money—that's unacceptable!
Unfortunately, these things hadn't happened yet, so Sean couldn't simply refuse for that reason.
So, Sean was noncommittal, and instead asked Bergkamp if he was familiar with Raiola, and if Raiola was truly as rumored, always striving his best to secure the maximum benefits for players.
Mino Raiola had also called Sean before, more than once.
Sean had heard of his reputation and was already somewhat tempted. Seizing this opportunity, he naturally wanted to confirm whether the fat man's reputation was true.
"Haha ~" Bergkamp shook his head with a smile,
"Mino was also an employee of SEG for a while, and I've worked with him. He's a very, very excellent agent, and indeed, as rumored, he always prioritizes the player's interests.
If you ultimately choose to work with him, I personally think it's a very wise choice."
Sean nodded, and his heart immediately felt much more at ease… Compared to the famous Fleet Street in England, the Netherlands media was like a small transparent entity, but that didn't mean they lacked fighting power.
The next day, pictures of Sean and Bergkamp, laughing and chatting as they entered Bergkamp's home together, were widely circulated across major media and the internet.
A close relationship between a club's new talent and a renowned former player always brings joy to many people.
Without a doubt, Sean's reputation among fans increased once again.
Of course, this didn't prevent fans of other teams from using it to criticize Sean for using connections to get ahead.
Many fans from both sides even started arguing because of it.
As a result, Sean's popularity soared even higher, and more and more reporters wanted to interview him.
Sean himself had no time to deal with these things.
First-team training at Ajax had resumed. Sean needed to enhance his chemistry with his teammates, improve the integration of his Extreme Footwork as much as possible, and also mitigate the effects of his easy-to-gain-weight physique.
Did he really think that turning off the system reminders would solve the problem?
How could that be? Not only did the words "easy-to-gain-weight physique" in the system start glowing red, but his physical examination showed that his body fat percentage had increased by 0.02.
For a few bites of food, his body fat percentage increased. Was it worth it?
Sean didn't know, but he knew he had to get it back down quickly.
Hazard's slight potbelly, which even his jersey couldn't hide, was a constant warning. He had to nip the problem in the bud!
With such a busy schedule, how could Sean have time to deal with the outside world?
Even when he returned home and noticed Natalia's increasingly casual attire, Sean had to try his best to ignore it, lest he waste energy and time at such a critical moment. It was even less likely that he would be easily affected by external factors.
Frank de Boer greatly appreciated this and actively helped Sean to isolate himself from outside information.
This routine continued until Feyenoord arrived…
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