.Walegem, Belgium.

August in Belgium is similar to that in his hometown. The wind across England blows on his face with salty moisture. Master Yang runs along the sidewalk of the park. There are not many pedestrians in the dark sky.

"Year-time, Uncle Rodill." Mr. Yang greeted the owner of the coffee shop.

"As early, Aunt Sheilan, you are getting younger and younger." The landlord smiled and kissed Master Yang's side face. "I can speak, the Lord bless you."

"Ash, Harry." "Wang, Wang, Wang, Wang" "..." Harry is a one-year-old Samoyed by the landlord's wife. It could not answer Master Yang's greetings, but it symbolically shook its furry tail and rubbed Master Yang with affectionately.

Master Yang climbed up to his room on the second floor, and it was time to go to the morning class. On the laptop he opened, Liu Yunshang sent her newly designed windbreaker on QQ, but unfortunately it was a woman's style.

"Harrow, Hu Niu, the clothes are pretty, but unfortunately they are women's style. When will you design one for me?"

"Harrow, Lion, they are learning women's clothing design. But if you become a coach, I can consider buying you a handsome one."

"Really? Is it Armani?" Master Yang was secretly having fun outside the screen, fantasizing about Armani.

"You're so big. From Beijing Zoo, it's enough to dress you up." (Beijing Zoo, anyone who has heard of Guo Degang knows)

“…”

After looking at the watch, it was time to start class. Teacher Yang gave a gritted expression and left.

Liu Yunshang looked at the QQ expression, and a pair of cute tiger teeth showed mischievously. "I'm not afraid of you." On the other side of the room, Master Yang was hanging on the wall and was looking at a hand-painted windbreaker design draft on the desk. The windbreaker was a man-style.

Belgian University of Sports. The campus is full of wind and sunshine, and the unrestrained foreign men and women made Master Yang fall in love with this country all of a sudden. Master Yang came to this school to practice master's degree in sports management. Previously, Master Yang had already obtained a master's degree in "Sports Training" from Beijing Sports University. If you get another master's degree - haha, double master's degree - it sounds very awesome. In addition, Master Yang has another purpose to get the FIFA coach certificate at the same time.

Although the coach qualification certificate can be taken in China, in the words of Mr. Yang, he said: he eats the same grass, but he may not be the same. If a Chinese coach has a promising future, why should he invite foreigners to come?

Mr. Yang's father was a physical education teacher at a primary school in his hometown. Many of the good seedlings he found were later joined in professional sports teams or clubs from all over the country. Then, the better ones were kicked out and almost ruined themselves.

Dad Yang often took a photo of a forward who was once a popular Chinese football team and said to Mr. Yang in front of him: Who is so awesome back then, and he is simply the Maradona of China. Now, he is ~~ I dared to do the moves I dared to do when I was a child, but now I can't even do half of them. There is also this kid (another photo), who used to be more promising. It was him after Sun Jihai, but he ended up being so stupid as to pick up girls at bars.

Mr. Yang's father-in-law's nagging made Mr. Yang feel no feeling about joining the professional team. A classmate of Mr. Yang is the second-team coach of the city's club, and the club is also awesome in China. If you want to recruit Mr. Yang to play football, the father and son jointly rejected him. On this point, the father and son reached a relatively unanimous opinion - going abroad to learn from the skills. However, unlike his father, Yang Shuai also has a dream that he never told others and a big plan. One would be regarded as an idiot when he said it.

I walked into the familiar classroom, greeted people I knew, and found a seat to sit down. Because it was a master's class, there were only a dozen people, and everyone didn't meet very much. Almost everyone had internships or work places, such as some were agents, some were managers in a club, and one was a rather outrageous coach, but I heard that when I met a lady during private tutoring, I could tutor more intimately in the future.

Master Yang is also internship, and the content is quite complicated. Theoretically, it is to observe the movements of people's mouths when eating and provide food to those who need food in a timely manner while observing - in short, it is a "server".

At this moment, a tall and burly figure sat next to Master Yang. When Master Yang saw it, he really said that Cao Cao and Liu Bei were here. Intern fitness coach Luo Boliqi came over mysteriously.

"Yang, I'll give you something good."

"What?" Master Yang looked at him with a look of "How did I know that you have such a good expression?"

"Tickets, Valheim's first game of the new season, would you?"

"Why don't you go?"

"I have a date with my sweetheart." Robolic rubbed his hands and looked excited. This kid must have watched Hong Kong dramas.

Wow, I despise you with both hands. I will take it, and I will not look at it. I have never seen the ball in Belgium.

"Good brother, be loyal." Radish expressed his gratitude to Master Yang with a pronunciation similar to Henan dialect.

In Valheim's "Blue and White Porcelain" Chinese Restaurant, Boss Wu looked at the watch in his hand and looked at the wall clock again. The time was about to point to 4 pm. The brat is still 30 seconds away. As he thought, the restaurant door was pushed open, and Master Yang stood at the door with a smile.

"Boss is early, there are still 20 seconds left, and the time is just right."

"There are 10 seconds left, go to the kitchen to help. Every time I step on the spot, if I didn't see that they were all Chinese, I would have told you to get out of here."

This is where Master Yang’s internship is. Master Yang first needs to go to the kitchen to help, and then change his clothes and become a waiter. If he is late, he will be deducted money. However, Boss Wu also said that he is quite taking care of Master Yang, a Chinese.

When he walked into the kitchen, the people inside were already busy. Master Yang said hello to them and started helping the chef cook today's ingredients. The chef is a native of Northeast China and the master of drinking water after traveling south and north toilets. He is proficient in all kinds of North and South cuisine, but he is hardly used in Belgium. The improved Chinese cuisine is basically no longer tasty. Only Chinese people will specifically remind the chef when they come to serve authentic Chinese cuisine. When Master Yang's mouth becomes a very kind sentence - "Cuihua Shang"

"Sauerkraut". The nickname of Northeast chef came into being - Cuihua's father. Cuihua also has another person, a female Chinese student who helped the kitchen. The girl was Ding Yi, who was as simple as her name and beautiful as her name. In the words of Boss Wu, both Yang and Ding Yi still did not lose the face of the Chinese. So they were given a beautiful man and were a waiter. This job made Yang and Ding Yi so jealous, but these jealous people also admitted that they would have to do this if Boss Wu was.

Because it was not a weekend, there were only a few tables of guests. Yang Shizheng was serious about pouring red wine for a guest, and in front of the guest was a plate of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice.

Suddenly, the sound of a stool coming from a table not far away came from. A man in his fifties and sixties stood at the dining table with a pale complexion, and Ding Yi stood beside him at a loss.

"Master Yang, he, he..." Ding Yi was so nervous that he couldn't speak anymore.

Master Yang rushed over and wanted to know what was going on. A woman opposite the old man also stood up in panic.

"He seemed to be choking." The woman was quite calm.

Master Yang heard this and quickly stood behind the old man and lifted it hard. The thing that stuck the old man's throat suddenly came out. The old man's breath finally came to a long breath, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The woman was quite grateful and didn't take advantage of the opportunity to get angry.

"Thank you young man. Today is our wedding anniversary, and I didn't expect it to be like this." The woman thanked Master Yang and turned around to complain to her husband. "Why did you say you were so anxious to eat?"

The old man took a sip of water embarrassedly and said to Master Yang, "Young man, you saved my life. How should I thank you?"

Master Yang looked at Boss Wu, then looked down at the culprit on the dining table - Tangyuan.

"You two are so polite. It is really our mistake to let you be so frightened. If you don't blame us, we are already very sorry." Mr. Yang said appropriately.

"I'm so sorry for this order for you two." Boss Wu stood up at the right time to deal with the aftermath. A meal almost cost someone a living, and the old man's wedding anniversary was ruined. Before leaving, the old man did not forget to pat Master Yang on the shoulder, "Young man, thank you really."

After such a riot, basically all the guests were exposed. Boss Wu felt that he was not in the mood to open business again. He closed the board early and got off work. Before leaving, he specially praised Master Yang. If it were not for Master Yang's first aid, the old man would have to be burping here. The two things he feared most when doing business are fire, one is a fire, and the other is a life of someone. After all, Old Wu's value is not enough to withstand a lawsuit. Master Yang also reminded Old Wu to make a "dine instructions" and put it on the table. Old Wu nodded constantly.

"Master Yang, why are you going there?" Ding Yi asked a few people except the restaurant.

"Oh, I'll go to West Street for a morning off work today."

"Why are you going there?"

"It's okay, a little private matter, haha"

"Didn't you know a certain mm?" asked a male international student.

"Damn!" Master Yang compared his middle finger and said, "Please care about your bird's affairs."

Ding Yi didn't say anything anymore and went back to school with a few international students. Master Yang also walked in the opposite direction. However, if Master Yang had eyes on his back, he would find Ding Yi looking back at him several times.

There is a public hospital in West neighborhood. Master Yang turned to a ward on the third floor. An old man was lying on the hospital bed. Master Yang was carrying a bucket of chicken soup that came out of the restaurant in his hand.

The old man fell a few days ago and happened to be met by Master Yang. Master Yang was a living Lei Feng in Belgium, carried the old man into an ambulance, and sent him to the hospital. The doctor checked and it was fine, but he needed to be hospitalized for several days. Today is the day when the old man was discharged from the hospital.

"Uncle, I am Master Yang. Do you still remember?"

"You are the one who carries me?"

"It's me."

The old man had no intention of thanking him and remained silent, and the ward suddenly became quiet.

"Today is your day to be discharged from the hospital. I'll see if you need my help." Mr. Yang was so embarrassed that he had nothing to say.

Still silent...

At this time a young nurse came in. "Mr. Barrier said you can be discharged from the hospital. Is there any family member who can inform them to pick you up."

"No."

"..." The young nurse was speechless. "Sir, you sent Mr. Balier, I still remember you. Can you please send Mr. Balier home?" The young nurse turned her head to Master Yang. It seemed that Lei Feng had to do it to the end. Master Yang looked at Old Balier and nodded.

"Then please leave your address and phone number, and we must also ensure the safety of the patient." The young nurse thought very thoughtfully. Master Yang left the phone number and address and helped the old man out of the hospital.

The old man's home is in York Lane, which is the older neighborhood of Valleheim. Under the guidance of the old man, Mr. Yang turned into a dilapidated apartment building and opened the door. He pushed open the door. The room emitted a rotten smell of wooden floors. The room seemed a little stuffy in the early summer evenings.

"Well, sit down." The old man broke away from Master Yang's support.

"If you don't mind, I'll clean it for you?" Master Yang couldn't help frowning when he looked at the scene in the room.

The old man looked up at Master Yang, said "Whatever you want", and then sat in the chair and looked out the window.

The old man was a little strange. Master Yang thought to himself. The room was filled with leftover food packaging, unwashed plates and all kinds of miscellaneous items. Because there was no one living there for a few days, a layer of dust fell on the furniture. Master Yang is a good kid who loves to clean. Since he wants to clean, clean it thoroughly. The old man still looked out the window calmly, as if he was recalling something. Master Yang began cleaning. The kitchen, bathroom, closet, and under the bed. Master Yang's mop vacuum cleaner seemed to have encountered something hard. A dusty box was exposed from under the bed, and the box contained a pair of sneakers, a trophy and several medals.

"Don't touch those things! Who asked you to touch those things! Who asked you to clean the room? Damn, leave this! Leave this!" The old man's roar came from behind Master Yang. Before Master Yang could understand, the old man had already carried his collar and threw him out of the room hard, and then closed the door heavily.
Chapter completed!