Pep Guardiola stared at Rio. His eyes, usually twitching with tactical overloads and pressing triggers, were currently locked onto the teenager's face.
Rio had just demanded the number 7 shirt at Manchester City. The shirt of legends.
Leo, sitting next to Rio, looked like he was about to pass out. He was sweating so much his shirt was sticking to the leather chair.
"You want the Seven?" Pep repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yes," Rio said, not blinking. "If I come, I don't want to be a squad player. I want the pressure."
Pep remained silent for three agonizing seconds. Then, a smile cracked his intense face. It wasn't a warm smile. It was the smile of a scientist who just found a new lab rat.
"Joao Cancelo asked for a specific number once," Pep mused, tapping the pen on the table. "He is now on loan. I do not like demands."
Rio's heart skipped a beat, but he held his ground. [Galactico Mindset] kept his face stoic.
