"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"


    Klein''s knowingly asked made manager William''s face stiff.


    Looking at that innocent child, his words came to his mouth, but he couldn''t say anything.


    The atmosphere was momentary embarrassment.


    Even old oaks, who liked Klein best, could only scratch his bald head and shake his head.


    With a deep breath, he looked at the stupid Gasol and the cowardly manager William, grinning with few teeth and squeezing out a dry smile.


    "Klein, ignore them. They''re all fools."


    Isn''t it stupid? A good team is now becoming the laughing stock of European Quidditch. It''s not easy to see the hope of revival. As the captain of the team, Gasol tricked the baby home. Instead, he looked like "God, my dick" and played tricks here.


    If you don''t open your eyes, is this a place where Captain Quidditch can''t even get into the top 16!


    Old Oakes wanted to jump up and give Gasol a slap.


    A good dish, Leng is mixed!


    "Ha ha."


    Klein still smiled.


    Innocent and innocent~


    Dumbledore, who was familiar with Klein''s nature, couldn''t help jumping his eyelids.


    It''s really a sin. You said it''s bad for you to provoke this evil star.


    "Klein, we''re here to invite you to join the team."


    After all, old people don''t pay much attention to face. Old oaks pondered for tens of seconds and took the initiative to hand over an olive branch to Klein before manager William spoke.


    Manager William looked a little moved, but he didn''t say anything at last.


    Actually


    Before they came this time, they intended to give Klein a "chance to join the team for trial training", rather than "directly invite him to join the team".


    There is a big difference between the two.


    However, as things are now, we can only change the original plan according to Mr. Page''s wishes.


    Thinking of this, manager William couldn''t help looking at Gasol with wilting eyes.


    A man in his twenties is still so naive. Thanks to God, he has a good body and a bowl of rice. Otherwise, with this IQ, how can he make a living outside.


    "Well."


    Klein blinked.


    "I refuse."


    "Ah?"


    Old oaks and manager William, they still have some reactions.


    That''s a happy answer. Don''t you need any time to think about it?


    "Sure enough."


    Glancing at the faces of old oaks and manager William, Dumbledore sighed.


    Klein is still that Klein. In some places, he can always change his way to make you feel uncomfortable.


    The old man shook his head sympathetically and quietly covered his fragile heart.


    This is the silence of victim one to victims two and three~


    "Klein, join the team and you will become a big star. The whole UK will be crazy for you!"


    Young people love fame. Manager William plans to start from this aspect.


    Who doesn''t like the feeling of attention and echo?


    "I''m sorry, Mr. William. I just want to study hard and contribute to the magic world in the future."


    The answer is yes. Klein doesn''t love fame.


    Because he doesn''t lack fame at all.


    Manager William, the reason for their failure is that they set foot in a completely strange field.


    Sports people generally don''t care about academia, so they don''t understand the "magic summit", the new magic spell, and Klein''s position in the academic circle.


    Why do those wizards who are hostile to "greendevo" always restrain themselves from coming to Klein''s trouble?


    Not because hate him more, love him more!


    Of course, the "love" here is to love his talent.


    In the eyes of those old-fashioned wizards, the name of "son of magic" is heavier than everyone in England''s Quidditch team combined.


    In his early ten years, he won the highest academic honor by inventing the magic spell and cured no less than ten difficult and miscellaneous diseases.


    Who can tell that he can''t do greater things in the future!


    That is to say, Dumbledore has many minds and is well protected.


    Now the masters who want Klein to be the closing disciple can row from "Paradise Street" to "diagonal lane".


    You''re a sports and entertainment team!


    You deserve it, too?


    "This..."


    I never thought Klein would refuse. Old oaks looked bitter and couldn''t help looking back at Gasol.


    Looking at the silly look on his face, the old man became more and more angry.


    It must be because of this fool that Klein didn''t like the English Quidditch team.


    When baby gets home, you not only don''t pick it up, but kick it away.


    No wonder he fell into the top 16 every year.


    It''s time!


    Huh?


    No, I seem to be from the England team


    Thinking of this, old oaks''s eyes were even more bitter.


    I finally saw England''s hope of winning the "World Cup" before I died. I didn''t expect it to be so dashed.


    He is not reconciled!


    "Well, it''s OK to join the team, but I have one condition."


    Seeing old Oakes''s expression that he wanted to strangle Gasol, Klein laughed in his heart, and his evil taste was finally satisfied.


    Under Dumbledore''s "sure" eyes, he turned and raised a finger.


    "Huh?"


    There was still a turn for the better. Old oaks and manager William brightened their eyes.


    The conditions are good.


    I''m not afraid to mention any conditions.


    "For Quidditch, I''m just a pastime after study. I don''t love it very much, but I''ve heard a little about your team''s performance in various world events in recent years."


    After a pause, Klein neither praised nor belittled, as if he were describing the most common fact.


    "The 32nd place in the Quidditch fanaticism competition, almost the bottom, the 25th place in the European Quidditch League, almost the bottom, and the 47th place in the world Quidditch invitational tournament, failed to qualify, and five wins and five losses in the world cup Quidditch qualifier, which is close to losing its qualification."


    A lot of information is recorded in the Sports Edition of the prophet daily. With Klein''s memory, it can be stored in the depths of his brain at a glance, and will be remembered automatically when he needs it.


    He counted one by one. The faces of old oaks and manager William were getting redder and redder, while Gasol''s face turned directly into the gray color of the bottom of the pot.


    Yes, although it is an old team that has been built for more than a century, Quidditch in England has declined.


    With their conditions, the competitiveness is not even as good as Bulgaria!


    "The situation is very bad. There is no doubt that the problem must be solved.


    I''m not familiar with the management of the team, so I won''t comment, but the captain, ha ha, to tell the truth, Mr. Gasol is obviously not suitable to be a leader.


    If you want me to join the team, then... "


    Klein pointed to himself, his face unchanged.


    "The captain can only be me."