Chapter 818: New Skills and New Plans? Isabella's Surprise and Fiery Youth! Morocco Convention Center!

His strong point—actually, the strong point of any good technical coach—is being able to break down each individual technique, knowing what is correct, reasonable, and effective, and knowing how it should be trained.

Take Skills like chip Shots and Passing, for example—Jose’s actual level might not necessarily be better than Ma’el’s.

But he can use video replays and summaries to see how some stars execute perfect technical movements in certain situations, then extract the key elements and keep drilling them into Ma’el.

“Boom… boom… boom…..!”

Rather than calling him a coach, it’d be more accurate to say he’s an assistant—a computer analysis system with an eagle eye, able to help Ma’el spot every mistake.

After finishing all of the day’s training, Ma’el took a shower and then sprawled on the sofa, watching football while easing the fatigue in his body.

Just like yesterday, he could clearly feel today that Shooting should have some kind of similar Additional Skills attached to it, but Passing still gave him a vague, elusive feeling.

That made him feel even stranger—these two Skills should basically be on the same level.

Train for a few more days, then. Just like before…..with persistent training, it should eventually pay off.

“Vroom vroom vroom…!” The roar of a car engine suddenly rose from far to near, followed by headlights splashing across the floor-to-ceiling windows and flooding into the house.

Ma’el turned his head to look outside and saw Isabella’s 911 slowly stop at the door. She and Aisha got out together, carrying several big bags as they walked over.

He went to the door to open it, a smile spreading across his face. “They’re done already?”

The UEFA awards ceremony was getting close. Back at that family gathering, he had asked Aisha to custom-make a suit for him.

What they were carrying now should be the clothes he’d wear when he attended the event.

“Of course.” Isabella sounded a bit helpless as she walked in with the bags. “If they weren’t, what, were we going to do it like last time and only take you to pick up someone else’s custom suit right before the ceremony?”

“Hehe…!” Aisha, following behind, burst into laughter, clearly remembering that day too.

Ma’el felt a little embarrassed, but the look on his face soon softened into a quiet smile. He remembered—that was also the day when things were basically settled between him and Isabella.

If he recalled correctly, he and Isabella had also made a promise about the future…..and this time, there was a chance to fulfill that promise.

“Come on, try it on.”

Isabella pulled the suits out of the bags—two black ones, one gray, and one red. The workmanship on all of them was exquisite; at least, with Ma’el’s taste, he couldn’t find any fault.

He went upstairs with Isabella at his side to try them on in the bedroom, and before long he had settled on a black suit.

“Why not pick the red one?” Isabella held up the red suit, a hint of regret on her pretty face. She had probably been hoping Ma’el would choose this more flamboyant outfit.

“The UEFA awards ceremony, in my mind, feels a bit more serious.”

Wearing the black suit, Ma’el looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. “It’s not about how important it is, it’s about the overall vibe…..The FIFA awards ceremony feels like a hundred flowers blooming—you can wear anything there.”

“I see.” Isabella set the red suit down and stood to the side, staring at Ma’el’s face with a bright little smile, as if she was waiting for something.

“What is it?”

At first Ma’el didn’t get it. After glancing at her, he turned his head away.

Isabella’s smile grew even brighter and a bit more playfully interrogative. “So in your heart, how else is the UEFA awards ceremony different from the FIFA awards ceremony?”

“Haha…..”

Ma’el now knew exactly what she was hinting at. He turned around, smiled, and looked at Isabella. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. This time I’m taking you with me.”

“Really?!”

Delight flashed in Isabella’s beautiful eyes and then spread across her whole face. She immediately jumped to her feet, grabbed Ma’el’s hand, and pulled him downstairs. “Come with me, I’ll show you something.”

Ma’el followed her all the way down to where Aisha was.

Aisha looked at the new suit on his upper body, her brows and eyes brightening a little, unable to hold back a compliment. “You look great. Even the models we hire for the shop don’t look like this on our clothes—the way it fits on you is just perfect.

“Isabella kept saying you’d definitely choose the red one. Personally, I think this black one looks really good.”

Ma’el nodded and said with a smile, “Thanks. I’ll have Harry bring the payment over to your shop later.”

While the two of them were talking, Isabella had already crouched down beside Aisha and started rummaging through the bags Aisha had brought. Those should be filled with some women’s dresses.

“Ah, no need, I can…..”

Aisha had just started to decline when she caught sight of her best friend’s expression and couldn’t help reacting. “Isabella? You’re really going together with him? I thought you were joking.”

“Hehe.” With a cocky look, Isabella lifted her chin and teased, “Yep, I’m really going this time. Bless me, my dear Aisha!”

“Tsk…..” Aisha deliberately put on a face full of disdain and jealousy, but in truth the look in her eyes gave away genuine blessings and envy.

The UEFA awards ceremony—this kind of gala ranks very high in all of Europe and always draws the eyes of the whole world.

As a fellow girl, she was very envious that Isabella could go there, and go as a guest’s partner.

That’s definitely a very special, very glamorous experience—there’s not a girl alive who wouldn’t be jealous.

But as her best friend, she would still give Isabella her blessings, bless her for finding such an outstanding boyfriend who loves her so much, who’s willing to take her to really important occasions and declare her presence to everyone.