Housemates

Adam walked back home with an massive smile on his face, walking confidently as he replayed his conversation with Mr. Christophe Benard after the match.

He'd just learned he wouldn't be able to join the professional soccer stage until he was 16. That implied he still had a year and a few months before he could obtain his player's license to play in England.

Adam had hoped to join the under-19s after having a good game that day. He would have then gotten a lot of playing time and built up his skills and experience in official matches. But he would have to wait until he was 16 which was not bad but he wanted to still have the chance to play now

'Maybe, I can focus on my personalized training during the period before I turn pro.' Adam thought sighed.

He'd been keen on training some new skills which would benefit his career. However, he had always been busy preparing for the trial in new York and then his move to England. However, he now had plenty of time to hone his skills.

With the facilities present in Newcastle, he could upgrade his fitness and refine his techniques to a higher level. His goal was to turn most of his attributes into A-grades within a year. With a system that could help along the way, he was confident that he would turn into a monster by the time he debuted for Newcastle.

Occupied by his plans, Adam made it to his apartment a few minutes later. He was already feeling better, regaining his post-match jubilant mood, after the short walk through the cold evening air.

As he was about to enter his apartment, he was surprised to hear several unfamiliar voices from behind the door. It was always just him and marcus in the kitchen, especially during the evening.

He opened the door only to find two blonde white people seated on one side of the dining table. Marcus was comfortable in one of the other chairs, engaged in a chat with them.

"Wow, there comes our star," one of the white person said, with brown hair, exclaimed once he noticed Adam standing in the doorway. He stood up and rushed to Adam before extending his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you. I am Edward Steven ." He grinned

Adam returned the handshake. "Adam strong. Nice to meet you too." He looked towards Marcus for clarification. He wanted to know who the strangers in their apartment were.

Edward Steven noticed his confusion and beat Marcus to a reply. "We're your other two housemates." He laughed. "I'm in room 1, and Kendrick, over there, is in the other room."

"Oh," Adam said. "So, you are the two academy players from Norwich?" He was enlightened. Mr. Christophe Benard had mentioned something about their housemates from Norwich being away on holiday.

Adam was surprised. The boy before him looked more like a movie star rather than an athlete. His short light brown hair was particularly curly and artfully tousled, matching his arched brows and sharp cheekbones that were perfectly angular. He seemed like one of those pretty-boy types in teenage romance movies to Adam.

"Yes, that is us," Edward replied, the boy seemed like he was the more cheerful and fun-loving person among the two white people.

"We have been in Newcastle for a year already. We had just gone on holiday. I both of your games your skills were like magic done perfectly like your rainbow flick it was awesome not only that your goal super clean the way you flicked it over him everyone in the crowd was cheering for you how did you do it" He asked.

Before Adam could reply, the other white boy cut in. "Edward. Give the guy a break. He's just from a match. He should be tired."

He stood up and moved towards Adam. "Kendrick Steven. Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand. long shoulder-length brown hair loosely framing his face. His scruffy beard did much to help the impression along. His downcast ocean blue eyes and his quiet, thoughtful demeanor, seeming to communicate a certain innocence about his person.

"Nice to meet you." Adam returned his handshake, nodding. "You two are brothers?" He asked.

Both had ocean blue eyes and shared a common last name. But their other traits were nothing alike. Kendrick was taller—about six feet, and more muscular than Edward. Adam couldn't easily confirm whether they were close relatives from just their looks.

"Yes, we are," Edward was quick to answer. "Do we look alike?" He asked, putting an arm around Kendrick's broad shoulders. The latter pushed him away before returning to his seat

Fifteen minutes later, the group of four settled on the four-seater dining table to have their dinner. Adam was surprised to find the lasagna cooked by Paul delicious. The salty pasta layers it had, spiced up by the hot sauce, was simply amazing. Its scent was simply intoxicating and mouth-watering when Adam cut apiece off and shoved it into his mouth.

Marcus, the outspoken boy, took a bite of the lasagna, cheesy with dark leafy greens. He smiled, "Edward, that's so good."

With a boyish grin, Edward raised his brows, opening up his eyes, "Obviously. Any food I touch is a work of art." He emphasized.

"So, which positions do you two play?" Marcus asked

"I play as a forward and a winger," Edward replied before looking towards Kendrick—who was quietly eating his food. The boy had been silent for a large part of the evening.

"Goalkeeper," Kendrick answered after noticing that his brother was glancing at him.

Adam couldn't recall any players with the name Steven—who played the two positions on the Newcastle team during his previous life. They were probably not famous in his past life

"But be assured that your time here will pass very fast," Edward continued. "You'll have to attend the mandatory secondary school education here in Newcastle while also undergoing the hectic day to day training in the academy."

"You two are in upper secondary. Right?" Adam asked.

"Yes," Paul replied. "We are attending the International School. It is the school where the NF academy sends its students for their academic education. The coaches will most likely send you there after you complete the academy registration procedures."

"Do we have to pass all the subjects to stay in the academy?" Marcus asked, frowning.

"Yes." Edward nodded emphatically. "You have to at least perform above average to stay on scholarship. But don't worry. The school designs our learning timetables to fit our training schedules. It has a collaborative initiative with Newcastle United to train young football talents in Newcastle."

Edward went on to explain the schedules of training at the academy to Adam and Marcus. In addition to the daily routine soccer training, the players had a chance to participate in international training camps and under-16s competitions if they performed well. The NF Academy team had even participated in the SIA Cup of Valencia and the Riga Cup of Latvia during the previous year. At such competitions, there were junior teams of the top clubs like Manchester City, Valencia, and PSV participating.