277 The Red Forest Chapter 50 Poaching Part 2 (1/2)
Chapter 277: The Red Forest Chapter 50 Poaching Part 2
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
”Good morning, Freddy.” Twain noticed the newspaper in Eastwood's hand and laughed. ”I thought you never read the newspaper.”
”I do skim through, I just rarely read the sports section. But today, because of this...” Freddy Eastwood pointed to Twain's photograph in the newspaper and smiled, ”I didn't recognize you at first. Chief, you look different from usual with makeup on.”
Twain looked down at the newspaper in his hand. He did look different and more handsome from his reflection in the mirror. No wonder those stars had outstanding images. It was all due to the credit of the makeup artist, lighting technician, and photographer.
”You must have been mistaken, Freddy, I've always looked like this.” Twain chuckled as he pointed to the newspaper. ”Where's Sabina?” He realized that Eastwood was along in the caravan.
”She sent the kids to school.”
”Sending the children to school while she's pregnant...” When he thought of the young mother who was pregnant and yet could not sit still all day, Twain smiled and shook his head. Was it because she had excess energy? Or was it because she was stubborn? ”So, is your second child a son or a daughter?”
”A girl!” The Gypsy said immediately. ”We always wanted a daughter, and we already thought of her name.”
”What's her name?”
”Chardonnay.”
When Twain heard the name, he felt a little awkward. ”It's a strange name… What is that?”
”It's a type of green-skinned grape and the most popular wine variety, it's precocious!” Eastwood explained earnestly.
”Oh...” The Romani Gypsy sometimes had a different mindset than ordinary people. After understanding this, Twain no longer wondered about Eastwood's strange words and actions. However, giving his daughter such an odd name was still an eye-opener.
He looked down at his watch; it was almost time.
”Let's go, Freddy.”
The Romani Gypsy nodded, got up to put the newspaper back inside and turned to leave with Twain to go to the training ground.
The training base was gradually becoming livelier. The players and coaches, who were here for the training, continuously appeared on the training ground. George Wood was still the first to arrive, and the wire fence outside the field was surrounded by a lot of fans who had come to watch the team in training and seek autographs from the players they liked. Wood, currently the most popular, was the focus of their attention.
The weather was good today, and the number of people outside the training ground had naturally increased.
Twain walked behind them and could clearly hear the voices of the fans talking excitedly about Wood.
”He's so handsome!”
”So cool!”
”Look at his eyes!”
They were all female voices. Most of George Wood's fans were women. Truthfully, George Wood did have the makings of an idol. He might not be considered handsome, but he was manly and strong-jawed with sharp and angular lines on his face. Furthermore, his position on the field and style of play easily gave a feeling of aloofness. But he did not realize that himself, and never deliberately tried to work that angle.
Suddenly a male voice emerged from the sea of female voices, which naturally attracted Twain's attention.