Three days later, when Zhao Yaning returned to his hometown, he immediately made an appointment with Beibei out of school.

"Don't everyone outside say you're injured?"

Beibei looked at Zhao Yaning's feet and looked at them carefully. He didn't see any problems with Zhao Yaning's feet. Then he raised his head suspiciously, "Isn't it a fracture? Why didn't I see the plaster?"

"What kind of plaster cast is applied to the fifth metatarsal fracture? Even if it is really injured, it will be done with just ankle braces." Zhao Yaning said with a wry smile.

"Are you pretending to be injured?" Beibei exclaimed. But immediately she realized that her voice was louder. She quickly closed her mouth and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one around, and her words could not be heard.

"It's not considered a fraudulent injury. If it is placed on someone else, it will definitely be a fracture." Speaking of this, Zhao Yaning's expression was not very good-looking. He was very angry about this matter, but he had no choice. "I'm helpless."

Beibei looked at Zhao Yaning for a long time before nodding gently, "Anyway, I don't know anything. Football is a bit difficult for me. But be careful, it's not a bad thing for you to like playing football, but if you get sick for this, it's really not worth it. I heard that football injury is quite serious, don't get a broken leg back, I don't want to serve you."

Zhao Yaning didn't say anything, just pinched Beibei's hand. It's better to have such a sensible girlfriend than anything else.

"You have nothing to do in the past two days, right?" Beibei remembered something and asked softly, "Your season is over and the national team is too late to compete. From now until the days before the college entrance examination, are you okay?"

Zhao Yaning looked at Beibei and didn't know what to say: Although Beibei seems very strong, it is largely just pretending to be strong. After all, she is an 18-year-old girl. Zhao Yaning's fame has brought her a lot of trouble. She is also facing the pressure of the college entrance examination and is at a loss. Zhao Yaning cannot share the burden with her. Beibei is actually very depressed. Now, she is also looking forward to Zhao Yaning staying by her side and staying with her until the end of the college entrance examination.

But she couldn't agree to her request, "I have to go to Monaco. I have to sign the transfer. In addition, they hoped that I would have a physical examination in Paris. They didn't trust the doctors in China. They contacted the Sapitriri Clinic in Paris and asked me to have another examination. It was the place where Ronaldo had a cruciate ligament tear surgery, and the medical level was very high."

The college entrance examination is July 7th. It seems not too late, but it is actually not too early. The Ligue 1 starts in early August. If you want to keep up with Monaco's pre-season training and friendly matches, you must get a contract signed by France early.

"Then go, you athletes have many hidden injuries anyway, so it's not a bad thing to check carefully." Beibei was a little disappointed, but nodded, "Then what? Is that okay?"

"There are a few advertisements, including the interviews arranged by the TV station and CCTV program recording..."

"Then the new season begins, right?" Beibei pouted, "You are really busy."

Although Beibei's expression was very plain, she turned her head aside and did not look at Zhao Yaning at all. Zhao Yaning understood very well, which meant that Beibei was already very angry.

"I will definitely come back to accompany you during the college entrance examination days." Zhao Yaning promised.

"Who needs you? My mother will definitely send me to the exam room at that time. If you show up, it will be troublesome if my mother sees it."

Zhao Yaning was stunned for a moment, "You haven't told your mother about our affairs yet? I agreed last time. I told my parents, you told your parents. I have already said, you..."

"You are easy to deal with, you are already working. What should I say? I don't study hard in my third year of high school, and find a boyfriend? What should I do if my mother has a bad heart and gets angry?" Beibei gave him a blank look, "When I get to college, in the first half of the year, then tell my mother that I have a boyfriend, and then in the last year, and when I have almost finished your image in front of my mother, this matter will be made public."

Zhao Yaning moaned, "It's only been two years since you've been out so simple, but you can make long-term plans."

"If you can't make long-term plans, you'll break up. Anyway, I feel like I've broken up this year."

Seeing Beibei getting angry, Zhao Yaning had to comfort him again. It took a long time before Beibei calmed down.

"If you play in Ligue 1 next season, will I be able to see you on TV?" Bebe remembered something, "The university courses will not be so nervous, and I don't have to spend so much effort anymore. By that time, I can watch you play football."

Zhao Yaning shook his head, "It's impossible. CCTV does not have the right to broadcast Ligue 1. They can only broadcast Serie A and Bundesliga. Ligue 1 TV stations do not broadcast. I can buy you a computer, and you can watch my game online. However, Ligue 1 usually starts late. If you watch Ligue 1 in China, you will not have a good rest."

Beibei glanced at him, and Beibei was quite happy with this kind of concern, "It's okay, I don't care about staying up late or something. But it's quite troublesome to surf the Internet. I don't use my computer well, and it seems to be quite laborious to watch Zhang Jun and the others find games. I'm afraid I won't... Can't CCTV buy the broadcast rights for Ligue 1?"

Zhao Yaning shook his head with a wry smile. He had asked this question before. He also hoped that CCTV could buy the broadcast rights of the Ligue 1 so that his parents could see his game at home. However, he had asked this matter many times, and the conclusions he got were the same: impossible.

The level of the Ligue 1 may not be the highest in Europe, but the broadcast fee is definitely the highest in Europe. Even if it is said to be highly commercialized by the Premier League across the Strait, it is not inferior. The broadcast fee this year has reached 370 million euros. Such a terrifying cost price, if CCTV wants to broadcast, it will definitely be necessary to charge. Chinese TV stations are probably not willing to pay this money. The current Serie A is still free to broadcast, and the broadcast fee of the Bundesliga is also very low. CCTV's broadcasting still has to focus on theirs.

What's more, he heard Cordia say that even with such numbers, the Ligue 1 bosses are still shouting that they have lost money. It is said that the Ligue 1 broadcasting rights after 2004 will be auctioned soon, and Canal+ TV station is said to have to pay a sky-high price of more than 500 million euros. Chinese TV stations will definitely not interfere with such charges.

But what if you don't pay? This year, Sky TV in the UK has intervened in Italy's league broadcasting rights. It is said that starting from the year, the competitions of several major Serie A clubs will change from free TV programs to paid TV programs. And Kirch, which holds the rights to broadcast the Bundesliga, has just announced bankruptcy. I don't know what the situation will be in the future. If China still has the idea of ​​not spending a lot of money, it may not look down on any European competition in the future.

Seeing that Zhao Yaning couldn't say anything, Beibei had to agree with his opinion. She also knew that Zhao Yaning was rich now and buying a computer was not a big deal for him, so she was not polite to him, "Then I'll watch your game online in the future. But when you go on the court that day, you have to call me first. If you can't play, I'll wait for a night, and I can't stand it."

Whether to play or not is up to the coach must decide. It is absolutely not allowed to leak the roster in advance... Zhao Yaning said in his heart, but he knew that these principles were nothing to say about Beibei.

Beibei doesn't understand what football rules are. For her, football is a group of people who are full and have nothing to do, and she plays past the ball on the court to kill time. She doesn't care about any tactics and techniques.

"Babe, there is actually something I want to ask you." Zhao Yaning thought for a while before he decided to ask this question directly, "I asked others, and they all told me that it is not difficult to study in France. You have never thought about going to France in college..."

"I won't go." Beibei gave the answer very directly.

"The study atmosphere in France is better, the universities over there..."

"You really think I only know how to study? My parents are both in China, and my relatives and friends are all in China. I can't just throw these people away for you. Besides, can you guarantee that you will be in France for the next four years? I will follow you, you are in France this year and go to the UK next year. What should I do?"

Zhao Yaning was speechless when Beibei asked this question, but he was still a little unwilling to accept it. "I just think that if you go abroad, I can get closer to you."

"Don't be so childish. Don't say that you are abroad now, even if you are in China and go to college, it will be difficult for you to be in the same city."

Having said that, it can be seen that Beibei was a little unwilling to accept it, "We will think of a solution again, there will always be a solution."

Beibei patted his hand, "You are a man. Men should focus on career. Don't just think about seeing your girlfriend, playing, and how to feel comfortable. Boys should not be so mother-in-law. You can only go further if you can see more."

Beibei's words made Zhao Yaning not know what to say. Beibei used to be more sensible than him, but now she is still more sensible than him.

Such a girlfriend is far more important than any beauty.

"John, your face doesn't seem very good."

On the small island of Corsica, the family who had finished supper sat together. Mrs. Jacquett looked at her young son with a look of anger on her face, "What's wrong? You should be happy today if your sister comes home."

"I understand." John Jacquett agreed, then sat aside, teased the Labrador at home, and stopped looking up.

"What's wrong, John? I'm so unhappy when I see me back? Have I messed with you?" Alice looked at her younger brother and greeted her, "What can I say?"

"Today, the official website of Paris gave information, Zhao went to Monaco." John raised his head, "Our transfer this summer was a mess! Zhao and Squillac were both gone, and Daberre was sold. Our forward, midfielder, defender, and the three best players in three positions were gone. How can we play next year's game? Coach Bjotta is still unreliable. If Coach Kubis was still there, such a thing would definitely not have happened."

"Are you unhappy about this?" Alice walked over and grabbed her brother's ear, "Just show your face to me for this? Bad boy!"

"Stop messing around." John got rid of Alice's hand, "I'm not showing my face to you. I just don't like the inaction of Ajaccio's transfer market this summer."

"But what does this have to do with you? The team is not yours?"

John looked at his sister with some annoyance, "This is my favorite team. We have finally been promoted to the First Division, and we are not always trying to be a lift. Besides, don't you tell the media that you support the team? Why are you so indifferent to the team?"

"I'm a very rational fan... just take a look at it occasionally." Alice shook her head, and then she remembered something again, "The Zhao you mentioned is that Chinese, right?"

"Well." John nodded, "He is our best player and he is already an official international in the national team. He will be there for this World Cup."

"I know him." Alice seemed to try hard to recall, "I also bet with him that he had fewer goals than the French national team."

"You lost the bet."

The French team did not score any of them in this World Cup. They had Henry, Trezeguet and Cice, but they did not score a single goal. This result was beyond everyone's expectations.

When John heard the news that Alice and Zhao Yaning were betting, he was happy, "What did you bet with him?"

"If I lose, I'll date him."

John's smile stuck, his face distorted, "Has he pursued you?"

"No. But I can see that he likes me." Alice shook her finger, looking a little proud. "Did he think I can't tell if he didn't say it? He underestimated me too much."

"So, do you like him?" John asked.

"The others seem to be pretty good. But I like it? Forget it, we are not familiar with each other, and he is not handsome and humorous enough. I don't think I will fall in love with him. I don't like that type of boy."

"So you're going to be fooled again? Just like you do it often?"

"Of course not." Alice rolled her eyes to her younger brother as if she was demonstrating, "I decided to go to the appointment."

This time it was John's turn to open his mouth wide, "Why?"

"For the sake of making an agreement, you can only do it to your younger brother. This is your privilege. I have always been very trustworthy to others."

John made a face, but before he could speak, he was stopped by Mr. Jacquestey, who was beside him, "John, I have something to say with your sister, should you leave here first?"

John glanced at his father and left the living room. His father turned his head and looked at Alice, "Lily, why did he make this decision? I don't want to interfere with what kind of boyfriend you choose. This is your freedom. But based on my understanding of you, an athlete does not seem to be the choice you will have under normal circumstances. Can you tell me why he made this decision? I think there must be some reason?"

When her father said that, Alice blinked and saw her father's serious expression, she nodded, thought for a while before speaking, "I did this for a reason."

"Tell me," the father asked, looking at her.

"Do you have a feeling that my songs have become less and less like mine over the past period of time?" Alice thought for a while before finding her opening words, "I think I am not myself now, I think I am now a small-trumpet Marlene Famo."

My father seemed to understand something.

"Everything about me was arranged by Malin Famo. From my songs, to my costumes, to my personal image, to everything about me, it's all Malin Famo! I like Malin Famo very much, but it doesn't mean I want to be a Malin Famo. I am myself, I am not the shadow of others, not the shadow of anyone, even Malin Famo."

Alice talked about her troubles, but when her father heard it, she just gave her some reminders, "Have you ever thought about it, Marlene Famo is the only successful pop artist in France in the past twenty years. Almost all other pop singers failed. She took a fancy to you and asked you to be her successor, which is your great honor."

"Yes, but I don't like it." Alice raised her head, "I don't like this kind of days. I hope to be able to sing my own songs and walk my own way, rather than flattering others. I dislike those regrettable learning and those covers."

As a master of French pop music, Malin Famo has a high status in the French music scene. The French music industry is a very strange place. Pop music does not advocate pop music, and pop music has never had a market for France. Over the past twenty years, although pop music singers have changed one batch after another, only one Malin Famo is truly recognized by the international pop music scene.

It was Marlene Famo who took a fancy to Alice and thought she was her most suitable successor. She asked her company to sign her, guide her singing skills, package her, and push her to the peak of the pop music scene. Now, Marlene Famo has arranged for her to sing some English songs and try to get closer to the American music scene.

"You have a great cover of that song, Madonna's beautiful island..."

"No, my voice is not suitable for that song. She and I are two different singers. I can't sing that kind of elegance and charm. The song is strange to sing in my singing style, and it is not as good as the original singer at all. I imitate her songs and make me look clumsy." Alice immediately retorted, "And it makes me look taller and clumsy because of it."

"So you are going to fight back? In this way?" asked my father.

"The company does not allow me to fall in love. They say it is to maintain my personal image. But I don't like the image of Lolita. I hope my image is a healthy and energetic girl. Of course, if there is some wisdom, some romance, some charm, it would be great. I think I can start with my personal image and redesign myself. If I start falling in love with others, my image will be changed. Then I write some songs on the grounds of love and gradually get rid of the shadow of Marlene Famo. In this way, I can build my own image, my own style, I am myself, I am Alice, not anyone else."

The father looked at his daughter and smiled for a long time, "Then why, you have to start with your personal image?"

"Mary is in charge of me in this regard. She is the bet she beats. She is definitely embarrassed to care about me. Naturally, I have to start from this aspect. In terms of the songs, it is all done by Marlene Famo himself, and I can't do anything."

"What you call your personal image starts with dating an athlete?" My father laughed, "I don't object to dating you, but are athletes a little inappropriate? I am a computer engineering worker, your mother is an artist, and there seems to be no sports cell in our family. Such people are not suitable for our family."

"I thought about finding someone in the circle, but Malin Famo's influence is too great, and my plan is difficult to implement. And if someone is unknown, my plan cannot be implemented. I have no other way." Alice spreads her hands, "You may have to endure it for a while."

The father shook his head, "It's not that I'm in love, what can I bear tolerate? You just need to think it's good. But I still feel it's necessary to remind you: Don't fall in love with a game attitude, you're likely to hurt yourself."

"I am in love with someone else, and the only one who is hurt may be someone else. How could it be me?" Alice wrinkled her nose proudly, "There will be no problem."

Mr. Jacquettie shook his head, but said nothing.

"And he is an Asian. Asians are very gentle. Even if he knows that I fooled him, he won't be angry with me. What's more, he really has a crush on me, and I have done a good job, so he definitely didn't notice that I was lying to him..."

"Lily, I don't care about you anymore, and you don't have to explain anything." Mr. Jacquett raised his head, "but I have a suggestion that I hope you can consider."

Alice nodded and signaled her father to say it out.

"If you really want to change your image, show your real lifestyle and let people decide whether to like you, and don't use one lie to hide another lie. If you really try to start a relationship, even if it is fake, give that person a chance and don't let yourself lose the kindness and innocence you should have in such a game."

Alice's face became serious as she listened to her father's words, "Okay, I'll give him a chance."

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Let me say a few off topic. Someone told me that the protagonist is too timid and has no courage. I would like to say a few words: A man's courage is reflected in his tenacity and persistence in his bones, not in fighting, roaring loudly, or bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The protagonist of the second-hand man fights around and breaks up with the national team too much and doesn't want to write that way. If you avoid the national team when you see it weak, you will be a real cowardly soft guy.
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