"You're getting more and more popular with the fans, kid!" Kael said, quite enviously.
As the captain, he was seriously "worried" that Wang Shuo was gradually surpassing his own status in the hearts of the Dortmund fans.
"Of course. Our Wang Shuo is handsome!" Reus chimed in.
"Hey, I'm serious, Marco, can you not be such a suck-up?" Foyelner looked at Reus with some "contempt."
'Is he seriously trying to steal my title as Wang Shuo's number one fan?'
'The nerve of this guy!'
Reus, who was used to bickering with Foyelner, smugly slung an arm over Wang Shuo's shoulder, with an expression that screamed, "What are you going to do about it?"
'Hey, you little brat!'
'Back when Wang Shuo and I were fighting side-by-side and winning battles, you were still playing in the German Third Division!'
After everyone had finished interacting with the fans and returned to the bench, they all noticed the head coach was grinning from ear to ear.
