"Hello~"
Sean Martin, in a daze, heard the phone ring and instinctively reached for his phone to answer it.
"Hello, Sean..."
Oh, the landlord called. 'Hmm? What the hell?' Sean Martin subconsciously made a judgment, but then felt a bit confused: 'I live in my own house, where would a landlord come from?!'
Sean Martin, his eyes still heavy with sleep, shivered and his eyes snapped open. Before he could figure out what was happening, his expression froze again: 'Why is the ceiling so unfamiliar?' Sean Martin sat up abruptly, ignoring the fallen blanket, and quickly looked around. Damn, the surrounding decorations were equally unfamiliar.
Where is this? Could it be that he got drunk last night and was picked up by someone? No! Sean Martin suddenly realized that the voice on the other end of the phone was gibberish, none of the language which he remember learning. But he understood it directly!
'Strange, when did I learn a foreign language other than English!'
"Ah!!!"
As suspicion just welled up in his heart, Sean's head suddenly throbbed with pain. He instinctively dropped his phone, clutched his head, and curled up on the bed. A flood of memories, seemingly from nowhere, abruptly rushed into hiss mind, merging with his original memories, yet threatening to turn his brain into a mess.
"Hello, what's wrong?"
"Sean??!!"
"What happened?"
"..."
The gibberish foreign language came from the phone again, persistently. Fortunately, this intense pain came suddenly and disappeared quickly. The memories, originally belonging to two different people, quickly merged. The sharp pain immediately vanished, and Sean, drenched in sweat, sat up again. The surrounding environment became familiar, and he understood his current situation.
'So, I transmigrated, and this really is my home!'
To be precise, it was the apartment rented by the original owner, located in Amsterdam, Netherlands!
"It's nothing, Mr. Andrews," Sean paused slightly, then responded in fluent Dutch to the concern from the other side, "The rent is fine. I'll transfer the money after today's training."
Yes, the original owner was also named Sean, full name Sean Martin, a Belgian, and a football player. Four years ago, he was admitted to the Ajax youth academy in Netherlands, and three months ago, just after his eighteenth birthday, he successfully signed a professional contract with Ajax. The original owner naturally moved out of the youth team dormitory and rented an apartment. Regardless of the original owner or the current Sean, he was not an unreasonable person, so of course he wouldn't fail to pay rent.
As soon as he finished speaking, he froze again, simply because a number appeared in his mind: 942. This was the original owner's account balance! Damn it, it's January 11, 2014. Salaries are paid at the beginning of the month. After paying 800 euros in rent, how was he going to live the rest of the month? Only a few days of this month have passed, how do I only have this much money left?
"Good that there's no problem!"
As the landlord, Hobbs Andrews on the other end of the phone was slightly suspicious, not quite understanding the situation with this Belgian youth. However, since he said there was no problem, and he was usually honest and never caused trouble, nor damaged the property, there was no need to delve deeper.
"The rent is not urgent, a few days late is fine," Andrews said magnanimously.
Although Sean only received a minimum wage youth contract at Ajax, his monthly salary was still three thousand euros, which already exceeded the average salary in Netherlands.
According to Andrews, this young man was different from his peers and was not keen on parties or other indulgences. Although professional players might have higher expenses than ordinary people, paying rent was still not an issue. Since there was no risk, Andrews was naturally happy to appear generous.
"Oh, thank you," Sean breathed a sigh of relief.
If it were in the future, Sean wouldn't be troubled by such a small amount of money, but now that he had been reborn and suddenly transported to distant Europe, it was always good to be cautious. And these foreigners were always particularly serious when it came to money, especially their own income. Now that the landlord was willing to be accommodating, he naturally needed to express his sincere gratitude. However~
"Mr. Andrews, is there something you called about?" Sean asked seriously, was there something more important than money?
"Haha~" Andrews laughed, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you have time tonight. I'd like to treat you to dinner to discuss a small matter."
'Hmm?!' Sean instantly became alert: "What matter?"
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This old man's main business was running a bar, and his side business was being a landlord. Although he was rich, he wasn't a generous person. A guy whose catchphrase was 'This is business, rules must be followed,' who would never round down, and only occasionally gave someone a beer, now not only wasn't pressing for rent but also wanted to treat him to dinner? Absurd! Had the sun risen from the west? Even if Mr. Andrews claimed to be a die-hard Ajax fan, Sean Li didn't feel he had that much influence.
"It's nothing major," Andrews chuckled, "You're different from other young people, you have time, right?
Alright, then it's settled. I'll text you the time and address. See you tonight!" Before Sean could say anything more, Andrews hung up the phone. 'What was this guy up to?' Sean was a bit puzzled, but still chose to acquiesce, not calling back or texting to firmly refuse.
Ultimately, compared to suddenly being reborn, whether someone was treating him to dinner—even if it had some ulterior motive—or his account balance was low, none of it was a big deal! Sean tossed his phone aside and eagerly rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. As expected, the mirror showed a face that was somewhat unfamiliar, yet also somewhat familiar.Handsome was the first impression. 'It really is transmigration!' Then he looked down, 'Acceptable.'
Sean closed his eyes and immediately accepted reality. There was nothing difficult to accept. A quasi-middle-aged man approaching thirty, suddenly returning to his youth at just eighteen years old, was a gain no matter how he looked at it. Even if time had gone back to 2014, it was the same. What else could he be dissatisfied with?!
Most importantly, youth represented infinite possibilities. And he was also a football player. Being an athlete is good. No matter how he sugarcoated it in his past life, he was a salesman, living a life of inverted days and nights, endless business dinners and KTVs, exhausting all his energy just to maintain relationships.
After a long time, both his body and mind were on the verge of collapse. Compared to that hellish life, an athlete's life was much brighter. Now, the key question is, how good am I really? It should be fine, right?
Although the original owner only got a minimum wage contract, he was still someone who had squeezed through a narrow path among thousands of competitors. It was much harder than getting into a 985 university in China, so he could barely be considered strong.
In the future, he should at least be able to establish himself in the Eredivisie, right? By then, his net worth should at least be close to that of a wealthy person, right? At least becoming a major middle-class individual would be no problem!
That's enough, it's better than having to dye his hair frequently to cover gray hairs at a young age, right? Sean's demands were not high. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded:
For this bright future, I must continue to work hard!
The Ajax youth academy is one of the top youth training centers in the world. Youth players who graduate from here are considered outstanding talents among ordinary people. Batch after batch of professional players, and even a considerable number of top stars, have emerged from here and gone on to achieve global recognition. However, this does not mean that everyone will succeed. In reality, most of these talents ultimately only manage to play in lower-tier Leagues like the Eerste Divisie or the third division. If they end up in lower-tier Leagues, let alone becoming a millionaire, it would be very difficult to even become upper-middle class.
The original owner was also seen as one of the latter type of players, which occasionally led to him feeling down. In Sean's view, this was not a problem. Sean pursed his lips, and the handsome guy in the mirror simultaneously displayed a resolute expression. He's a hard worker; he's only afraid of not having an opportunity, not of a low starting point or weak ability!
"Ding..."
The sudden notification sound in his mind made Sean Li's pupils contract sharply, then he was overjoyed, and his smile immediately became much more genuine: Exactly, since I've been reborn, how could I not have a golden finger!