"I hope the game against Allen will score."

"I hope the game against Sandhouse will score."

"I hope the game against Rennesburg can score."

If Mueller hadn't been able to bear it and covered Ye Feng's mouth, Ye Feng would have been able to mutter the opponents of Bayern Team II throughout the season in order.

"Blow the candles, if you don't want to die!"

The good old man, Link couldn't stand Ye Feng anymore, and rolled his eyes and said with a last patience.

Ye Feng didn't care, laughed and bulged his cheeks and bent down, and blew it out in one breath. Under the roar of the lion, all the candles disappeared in response, and none of them dared to resist.

Then, before Ye Feng could stand up, Erwa and Liu Xing held up the cake at lightning speed and pressed it on Ye Feng's face.

In an instant, Ye Feng's mind was blank.

The first thought that came out was that the egg was broken on my face again?

Liu Xing and Erwa let go of their hands and took away the cake tray. They saw that Ye Feng had a thick cake covered with his face, and only his nostrils were exposed to breathing.

My eyes were also exposed, blinking, and my long eyelashes were waving and waving, and the picture was very funny.

Everyone in the locker room was already rolling around with a smile, and the atmosphere was extremely strong.

After being confused, Ye Feng got angry. Now he is not crazy about revenge. When will he wait?

He hugged Erwa, who was almost smiling, and rubbed his face against Erwa's face. Erwa, who was caught off guard, also turned into a creamy face in the next second.

Then there is Liu Xing, then there is Bud, okay, no one can think about it.

In a short while, the locker room became a mess. Ye Feng was no longer the protagonist. Everyone was crazy about using cake to attack all creatures they could see, and they were crazy about it.

As for who will clean up the locker room that you have no eyes, it is not their concern!

At this time, Grande, who came to Ye Feng, pushed the door open and entered. As soon as the door opened, before he could step in, a piece of cake came over and hit the bull's eye.

Grande was also confused. Was Labor and Capital actually attacked in the locker room of his team's training base?

Did the terrorists do it?

Huh?

Very sweet!

At this time, even if he didn't look at the messy locker room or the naughty kids who were no longer like humans, he understood what was going on.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your carnival, but I want to know who did it now!" Grand pointed to the cake on his face, "Don't worry, I won't blame him, at most I'll just have some physical training. Really, I won't lie!"

Thinking of the horror of physical training, everyone shuddered in an instant and pointed their hands at Ye Feng.

I’m sorry if I die, I’m sorry!

"Who is this guy?" Grande saw the target, but because Ye Feng's face was covered with a tight slight silence, he couldn't tell who he was.

Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, these unkind bastards.

After enough trouble, everyone walked into the bathroom and couldn't go out without washing off the cake on their bodies.

Grande is no exception. He doesn't want others to know that he is being fooled by his team members.

"Let's go, today is your birthday, and the club's contract is ready!" Grand walked side by side with Ye Feng to the office building, and said to Ye Feng with a smile: "From today, you will be a real professional player."

Ye Feng was extremely excited. Even after getting the system, he was not afraid that he would not be able to get the contract. However, since he was a child, he had been waiting for too long this day.

"Thank you, sir!" Ye Feng bowed slightly and said to Grand sincerely.

In any case, Grande played a great role in Ye Feng's growth, and this thank you came from the heart.

Grande couldn't help but pat Ye Feng on the shoulder and said with relief: "What you should thank for is your own efforts, but I'm still very happy."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything contained in their smiles.

Ye Feng is familiar with the office of the youth training director Cohen and will never get lost.

"Sure enough, good news will make people feel energetic. I actually smelled a strong cake fragrance from you." Seeing Ye Feng and Grande walk in, Cohen stood up and greeted him without any airs, with a familiar old father smile on his face.

"Yes, you didn't smell it wrong." As he said that, Ye Feng stretched out his hand from behind, with a small cake tray on his hand, and a cake that had no shape was lying on it. God knows who was picking it off from his face, "Give it to you, sir."

The smile on Cohen's face gradually solidified, and he looked at the cake that "I can't tell what it is if I don't say it is a cake" for a long time.

"Uh, okay, thank you for your cake." Cohen took a deep breath, took the cake, and put it on the coffee table. He planned to wait for Ye Feng to leave for a while, so he quickly threw the thing into the trash can. "However, let's talk about the professional contract first."

Ye Feng's expression was a little serious. He felt that he could not be too sarcastic at this sacred moment.

After taking the contract handed over by Cohen, Ye Feng opened it carefully. He couldn't wait to know how high the annual salary Bayern had offered him.

After looking through several pages, but not finding them, Ye Feng couldn't help but look up at Cohen.

Why, it's a waste of time?

Cohen naturally knew what Ye Feng was concerned about, so he skillfully reached out to help Ye Feng turn to the page marked with the annual salary.

"Annual salary of 500,000 euros!"

Ye Feng was very satisfied with this number.

How much do you want to get the first contract for a young player?

At least now, Ye Feng hasn't heard of anyone's first contract with an annual salary greater than this number.

Now, Ye Feng can proudly pat his chest and say that he is the highest annual salary player in Bayern Team 2, and no one.

Well, if you are not afraid of being beaten to death by jealous teammates, Ye Feng can be high-profile.

Of course, Ye Feng doesn’t really care about that little money. With the system in mind, Ye Feng is so poor that he only has money left.

The annual salary is in Ye Feng, but it is just a prop to measure his status in the team.

After skipping the annual salary clause, Ye Feng found another clause he was concerned about to sign the contract.

Five years!

The first contract, five years of signing.

If FIFA had not stipulated that the upper limit of the first professional contract for young players was five years, then Bayern would have given Ye Feng a ten-year appointment!

However, the five-year contract is enough to prove Bayern values ​​Ye Feng.

Of course, for Ye Feng, the contract period is not very important.

After all, as long as he can play, the contract renewal will come soon.

How can I increase my annual salary if I don’t renew my contract?

How can you keep players without increasing your annual salary?

That's the truth!

So, Ye Feng simply signed his name on the contract.
Chapter completed!