Meanwhile, Li Wei, the one behind the whole affair that had dealt a major blow to Evan's reputation, remained completely oblivious.
"Wang Haoran, didn't you say before that Li Wei might not make it as a professional?"
Watching Li Wei's retreating figure, the Indian girl nudged Wang Haoran's shoulder again, twisting the knife in his heart without mercy.
"He's got a 4-star player evaluation now. His future looks bright," she said, sighing wistfully. "Man, I really want to get to know him."
"What's the big deal?" Wang Haoran's face flushed red as he listened to her. "Don't you know all these athletes use drugs?"
"Drugs?" The Indian girl paused for a moment. "Wang, don't you think you're being a little too malicious toward your own countryman?"
"Countryman?" Wang Haoran scoffed. "I don't have countrymen who get famous by using drugs. In this country, it's impossible for an Asian to make a name for himself in football with our physique, unless he's a total 'juicer.'"
