A light drizzle greeted their arrival in Bradford. The gray clouds hung low, but the two teenagers from France looked up at it with hope. This wasn’t just the English sky—it was the beginning of something they didn’t fully understand yet.

  Reinhart led them to a two-story white house, only about fifteen minutes' walk from the club's training ground. The house looked simple from the outside, but it was very neat and warm inside. Two private rooms had been prepared upstairs, each complete with a study desk and wardrobe. Downstairs, the dining and kitchen areas were combined in one spacious room.

  A middle-aged woman greeted them with a warm smile. "My name is Eliza. I’ll take care of you both, so don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything, okay?"

  Lucien gave a slight bow, nervous. Duvant, with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, nodded briefly at Eliza. Reinhart gnced at them for a moment before speaking briefly.

  “Starting tomorrow, you’ll begin training with the first team and have private English lessons. Prioritize learning. Communication is the first thing you need to master here.”

  Without waiting for a response, Reinhart nodded to Eliza and left. Duvant gnced briefly at him, then sat on the sofa and opened his social media. Lucien slowly walked to the window and stared at the mist outside.

  That same day, Reinhart went to the club office. Cassandra was waiting for him with a stack of documents.

  “The contracts are ready. The administration is also all set. Both of them can be registered right away. They’re both exactly 15 years old,” Cassandra said quickly, though her eyes conveyed a sense of relief.

  “Good,” Reinhart replied shortly. He signed a few pages, then pced the pen down and looked at Cassandra.

  “This week, focus on assigning one teacher to accompany them. Language. Discipline. Adaptation.”

  “It’s already arranged.”

  Cassandra sipped her tea, then tried to add something, but hesitated.

  “If you’re worried about the budget… don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll decide after seeing the training,” Reinhart said without being asked.

  Cassandra chuckled softly, relieved.

  “Then, I want to add a cuse to my contract,” Reinhart’s soft but cold voice created confusion.

  That statement made Cassandra pause and finally ask, “What’s the cuse?”

  “Cassandra must be there.”

  With that statement, Cassandra unexpectedly blushed and looked very cute. “Wha...what?? Are you serious?”

  Reinhart, who had noticed Cassandra's cute face, suddenly felt nostalgic and unexpectedly smiled.

  “Hah?? Did you just smile?”

  “No,” Reinhart quickly reverted to his usual demeanor.

  “You smiled, didn’t you?” At that moment, Cassandra suddenly grabbed Reinhart’s shirt colr and shook it in a funny way.

  By the end of the day, the paperwork was completed. The two foreign teenagers officially became part of Bradford FC.

  The next day, the sky was clearer. Reinhart arrived to pick up Lucien and Duvant with his bck car, taking them to the main training ground. Not as guests, but as part of a new project.