Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality - Chapter 852 - : The close-up is the demon-revealing mirror(1)

When the threat of relegation looms over Mallorca, the team makes a shocking decision: hiring an unproven rookie as their head coach! Everyone doubts him, but the results defy all expectations.He’s José—a man who may look inexperienced but wields a mind capable of foreseeing the future. With unparalleled tactics and bold strategies, José rises to dominate the football world. Turning setbacks into opportunities, he slowly builds his legacy, leading Mallorca to unimaginable heights.In football, there’s God. And just below God... there’s me.I am José!

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.

My daughters started regressing out of nowhere, stirring up a storm because they missed their mother.…But I haven’t even married yet, let alone have any daughters!?

To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”