Lost Me to Be a Shemale

**Chapter 10: Lost Me to Be a Shemale**

Riding his bicycle to the training base as usual in the morning, Quaresma at least avoided traffic jams.

But at the entrance of the training base, Quaresma was again intercepted by journalists. After the media had just torn him apart, they now wanted to see his despair to continue driving sales.

"Mr. Quaresma, can you accept an interview? We won't take up too much of your time!"

"Mr. Quaresma, coming to Porto from Barcelona, is there a huge gap in your heart?"

"Mr. Quaresma, what are your thoughts on being swept out of Barcelona?"

"Many people say you have lost your former spark. Do you agree with this statement?"

"Mr. Quaresma, we predict you won't score more than 10 goals this season. What is your prediction for yourself?"

Quaresma's face darkened. He felt that these reporters were being shameless.

They make things up based on their own conjectures, and then shamelessly ask how he feels about it!

His feeling was that he wanted them all to disappear!

A young reporter from "A Bola" had asked the last question. Quaresma deliberately glanced at the badge on his chest—he was from "A Bola."

It was "A Bola" that started the wave of criticism against him. As the instigators, they still had the courage to stand in front of him?

Quaresma asked blankly, "What's your name, sir?"

The "A Bola" reporter did not expect Quaresma to actually answer. Quaresma had previously refused all interviews, so he was prepared to be rejected again.

"Hello, Mr. Quaresma, I'm Geddes, a reporter for 'A Bola'. But that's not important. The important thing is, can you answer my question?"

Quaresma's face was unsatisfied, and he looked at Geddes with disgust.

"I don't know what standard your prediction is based on. What I want to say is that your prediction is worth nothing!"

Quaresma's words made the smile on Geddes's face freeze. Quaresma's unabashed insult made him indignant and furious.

"Please watch your words. Our predictions are based on countless analyses and are not worthless as you say!"

Geddes's tone hardened, glaring at Quaresma as if he was ready to argue.

Quaresma's mouth curled up in a slight smirk. "Oh? What if I can score more than ten goals this season?"

Geddes sneered, "You can't do it!"

"Hahaha!" Quaresma suddenly laughed exaggeratedly. "Since you're so sure I can't do it, why are you even asking for my views and predictions?"

"This..." Geddes wanted to say that they were there to see him fail and relish his downfall. Who cared about his thoughts?

But he couldn't say that aloud, because Quaresma might punch him.

Before Geddes could respond, Quaresma spoke again.

"How about we bet?"

"If I don't score more than ten goals this season, then I'll retire!"

"If I score more than ten goals, what will you do?"

Finally, Quaresma looked at Geddes with a smile, waiting for his answer.

Geddes was taken aback. Quaresma had put his retirement on the line, and Geddes couldn't come up with an equivalent stake.

But Geddes saw Quaresma's look of "I knew you wouldn't dare to gamble," and his face flushed with anger. He wanted to accept the bet because he was sure Quaresma wouldn't succeed.

"If you score more than ten goals, I'll quit being a reporter. And to make it more interesting, I'll go to Thailand for surgery and become a shemale. Is that a high enough stake?"

The "A Bola" reporter Geddes was ruthless, making a bet with Quaresma without considering the consequences.

A cold shiver ran through the surrounding crowd.

The other reporters quietly stepped back, not wanting to be involved.

Wasn't this just an interview? How did it escalate to such a drastic bet, with one retiring and one becoming a shemale?

Did it have to be so extreme?

"Very well, then I wish you a happy operation in advance. And if I ever go to Thailand, I'll be sure to visit the night show where you perform!"

Quaresma smiled happily. He knew that it wouldn't be long before there would be one less boy in the world.

Geddes looked thin and somewhat feminine. He was born to be a shemale. He shouldn't be restricted by the profession of a reporter.

Helping others to the end, sending the Buddha to the west.

Well, don't thank me too much!

Geddes left, and so did the other reporters. That evening, the newspaper reported on the bet between Quaresma and the reporter from "A Bola," causing an uproar in the Portuguese football community.

Rarely did media and players make bets, let alone with such high stakes.

Since the newspaper had made it public, it had to be witnessed. No one could deny it.

Everyone discussed it, analyzing various possible outcomes.

Some were optimistic about Quaresma. After all, he was Portugal's star of hope. Even if he hadn't reached the heights they expected, he could assist Cristiano Ronaldo in the future.

And if Quaresma scored more than ten goals, it would force an unscrupulous reporter to undergo surgery, which was quite satisfying.

But many still watched for Quaresma's decline. Scoring ten goals wasn't easy.

Quaresma had only scored one goal last season.

Even if he had more chances to play for Porto this season, could he score more than ten goals?

Porto's main 4-4-2 lineup often placed Quaresma as a winger, limiting his scoring opportunities. How could he score more than ten goals?

Porto had many strikers, and it wasn't Quaresma's job to score.

Therefore, many felt sorry for Quaresma, a genius who had just flown from Barcelona and now faced the possibility of retiring early. What a tragic career!