However, Becher's did not appreciate Belletti's kindness: "No, he's jealous of me. He's worried that I threaten his place on the team, so he isolates me on the field."

"Not passing to me, not supporting me, watching me fight alone and get knocked down by the opponent, you must feel overjoyed, don't you? You despicable scoundrel!"

"You're not fit to be a team's leader at all!"

As Becher's spoke, he poked Lu Yang's chest with his finger.

Lu Yang slapped away Becher's finger twice in succession.

But Becher's was persistent, poking Lu Yang's chest with his finger for the third time.

So, Lu Yang helplessly shook his head, his lips curling slightly, as if saying to himself, why bother?

In the next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Becher's finger.

Then a scream rang out in the locker room.

It sounded painful just to hear!

"If you weren't my teammate, you'd be on your way to the hospital right now to deal with your broken finger!" Lu Yang applied slight force, bending Becher's finger backward.

Becher's squatted on the ground, twisted in pain, as his finger was really about to break.

"If your parents didn't teach you not to point fingers at people when you speak, then they should thank me now." Lu Yang bent down and looked at Becher, "Of course, please also say to them for me... you are welcome."

Lu Yang released his hand.

Becher's clutched his finger, lying on the ground in such pain that he was about to cry.

A few seconds later, he recovered slightly and got up, intending to rush at Lu Yang.

But he was grabbed from behind by Naji, who had been closely monitoring his status.

We've talked about taking sides before.

Naji's grab was without a doubt in favor of one side.

His arms locked Becher's body and arms firmly like iron shackles.

If Lu Yang wanted to make a move on Becher's now, Becher's could only take the hit without even being able to run, let alone fight back.

But Lu Yang didn't.

He disdained bullying this way.

You might not believe it, but if the other side doesn't mind, Lu Yang prefers a one-on-one fight.

Unfortunately, in previous brawls, the other side always involved many people, forcing Lu Yang to fight ten at a time.

"Let him go, Naji. I'm not afraid of any form of challenge, any!" Lu Yang said.

Naji began to release his hold while whispering to Becher's ear: "Trust me, buddy, I'm absolutely doing this for your own good. If you had charged in just now, I would have to kneel in less than ten seconds begging you not to die!"

Becher's froze, angrily shook off Naji's hands, knowing whose side Naji was on.

But honestly, he was hot-headed just now.

Thinking back now, he indeed owed Naji a "thank you, sorry."

Any confrontation with Lu Yang, the toughest man in Italy, is not a wise choice.

"You're just talk!" Becher's looked at Lu Yang, "Can you say you're not afraid of your core position being replaced by me? You instruct everyone to isolate me just because of this, right?"

Lu Yang said, "That's just what you think. I have no reason to fear you. And when you were taken down, I never felt relieved; even though you haven't integrated into this team, the jersey on you has San Remo's badge."

Becher's sneered continuously, aggressive in demeanor, "Stop pretending. Who do you think you are? The emperor of San Remo? Let me tell you, I'm not here to be your knight! I'm this year's winter transfer window top signing below Italy's First Division, valued at four million with only half a year left on my contract!"

"My annual salary is eight hundred thousand, or even higher!"

"More than five top league teams are pursuing me, wanting to bring me to the top-level football stage!"

"My skills are exquisite, my personal abilities are strong. And you, with your rough skills, other than running and so-called long shots, what else do you have? Interception and tackling? No team has an attacking core whose greatest strength is defense!"

"How old are you anyway? Seventeen, and not mature! I'm at the golden age of a football player's career!"

"In every aspect, I am more suited to be the core of a team, at least the tactical core on the field!"

Becher's got more and more fluent as he spoke.

Obviously, these words had been rehearsed in his heart many times.

This time, he finally let it all out.

Outside the door.

Sotu pulled back Old Tom, who was about to push the door open, shaking his head.

This locker room belongs to Lu Yang.

Everything that happens inside should be resolved by Lu Yang.

If he can't resolve it.

Then Lu Yang's position as locker room leader will naturally be shaken, and not even the head coach can support it.

This is a necessary path for a leader's growth.

Especially since Lu Yang is still so young that most of the opponents and teammates he faces are far more mature than him.

Even without Becher's, in the future, there will be Gouche, Pigche, Wolfche, and the likes.

In the locker room, Lu Yang did not get as angry as everyone expected.

When faced with a rebellious traitor, Lu Yang was actually fearless, pointing to his own chest: "Pursued by top league teams? Impressive? But at least, none of those teams are top clubs, right?"

"Rome was already the most prestigious club that made an offer for you, but to put it bluntly, Rome is not a world-class top club."

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