When Chu Zhongtian opened his eyes again, the sunlight outside the window shone on his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and reached out to block the brighter and brighter gaze.

After a few seconds, he reacted and suddenly turned over and sat up.

I actually overslept?

I picked up the nightstand and looked at it, it was 9:45 in the morning!

At this time, he had already finished running, finished sit-ups, and finished breakfast, and was running on his way to work at the Wimbledon bar.

Damn... Chu Zhongtian complained that he had overslept, but got up and put on his clothes.

Maybe it was because he won the ball yesterday and was relaxed, or maybe it was because he drank too much yesterday? Chu Zhongtian didn't want to find a reason for himself. The amount of training this morning did not reach, so he had to make up for it.

He should not be the kind of incompetent person who will be complacent and relax when he wins the ball.

After getting up, Chu Zhongtian found that Yang Yang had already gone out. This would be fine, and he had the rest of the time to make breakfast. After washing up, he directly carried his schoolbag and ran out of the door, and went to work in the Wimbledon bar to make money.

Although the boss gave him a red envelope of 300 pounds yesterday, he still had to go to work.

※※※ Xu Xiaodi stood at the gate of Wimbledon Art School. He searched for a long time before finding this place. The gate in front of him was completely different from the magnificent and towering main entrance of the university he imagined. He walked several times on these two roads and passed by the gate again and again, but he didn't find that it was a university. The gate of Wimbledon Art School under the green trees was just a one-person-high iron fence gate, hidden in the bushes on the side of the road, inconspicuous.

He finally found the school and stood outside the door, looking at the deserted school, he realized that today is Sunday! The school will not attend classes!

In fact, the reason for being so deserted is not because today is Sunday, but because it is still on Christmas holiday, and the school is on holiday, so students will certainly not come to school... "Damn!" Xu Xiaodi rushed over because she was afraid that her colleagues would take the lead. The exhausted Xu Xiaodi really wanted to spit at the door.

I was as tired as a dog, but I got nothing.

Unwilling to give up, Xu Xiaodi turned around and left. On the way back, he saw several Chinese people. The professional journalists had a very keen observation ability. He could tell at a glance that those people were not tourists, but his peers.

It seems that it’s not just me who saw the episode last night… So I wonder if I know the news in China too?

no!

Xu Xiaodi suddenly stopped and a Chinese man who passed by him looked back at him, with obvious doubts and alertness in his eyes.

The battle for that surname Chu has begun!

Xu Xiaodi clenched her fists.

How could I just go back like this? No matter what method I use, I must find him! Whether it is three feet of digging the ground, a carpet-style search, or a living person or a dead body, in short, I must find him before my colleagues!

Xu Xiaodi stayed in London for two and a half years and finally found a clear goal for the first time. This was his last attempt. If he failed, he could only wait for the order that the London Press Station was cancelled, and then packed his luggage and returned to China. Perhaps after returning to China, he would be greeted with a cold dismissal notice.

This kind of life can't continue!

Chu Zhongtian, an international student who appeared in the sky, is his life-saving straw. No matter what, you must seize it!

Xu Xiaodi could not predict the future, but he felt that if he could successfully get exclusive reports about this matter and that person, his destiny would be changed... At least he would no longer have to stay in the promising "Century New Sports" that would be closed indefinitely if he didn't know when it would be closed.

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaodi tightened her bag and ran. His target was a newspaper booth at the corner of the street in front, where workers wearing various newspaper vests were delivering newspapers. There would definitely be reports about Chu Zhongtian there. The English colleagues must know much more than him, and perhaps they could find some clues from it?

The owner of the newsstand is picking out the newspapers that reported yesterday's FA Cup match, then flipped to the page with Wimbledon's Athletics, and placed it in the most eye-catching place, on the one hand, it is used to attract customers, and on the other hand, it is also a kind of proud show-off.

So Xu Xiaodi easily found the newspaper he needed - the latest issue of the Sun's Sunday edition of the News of the World. They are very good at attracting the attention of readers and pleasing their target groups. For example, today their target readers must be fans of Wimbledon Athletics, as well as those who support and sympathize with the weak and like to see the legend of Dragon Slaying again. So half of the page of the sports version is filled with several photos, the largest of which belongs to Chu Zhongtian.

He took a photo with champagne after winning the best on the field after the game. Four other photos were scattered around: the photo of Kevin Cooper's first goal; the photo of Chu Zhongtian's eyebrows being broken by Leo Cook and blood flowing, and half of his face was red blood, which looked shocking and eye-catching; the photo of Chu Zhongtian and Legtwood competing for the top in the air was already in the goal; the fourth photo is the photo of Wimbledon's competitive players celebrating victory after the game.

The four small photos almost made the game clear, and they were surrounded by the big photo where Chu Zhongtian won the best game.

Seeing a Chinese face appearing in the English newspaper, Xu Xiaodi was a little irresistible excited - this is us Chinese... not Chinese, not mixed-race, purebred Chinese, and one of our own!

He threw down the thirty-pence coin, picked up the newspaper and looked at the face that had been kept in mind in his mind. He felt that he was even more excited than Li Tie's best in a Premier League match. Perhaps it was because this man was originally unknown and suddenly appeared, which surprised and happy?

Xu Xiaodi re-stabilized her emotions and began to read the main text.

He did not look at those flattering Chu Zhongtian, but instead directly found what he wanted - Chu Zhongtian's age, his experience in playing football at Wimbledon, and his usual study and life.

Soon he found what he needed in it—"… This Chinese student usually went to Wimbledon Art School, and after school he worked in a bar called "Winble"…"

That's it!

Xu Xiaodi suppressed the urge to scream "yes" and put the newspaper up to find the telephone booth.

This time he had to call to ask the detailed address of the Wimbledon bar, and then go to the door!

※※※When many media were covering the amazing FA Cup game yesterday, the editorial department of Wimbledon Evening News was in a mess. Paper printed with various press releases were scattered on the ground, all drawers were pulled open, and even the chopped paper scraps in the wastebasket were turned out and fell to the ground.

All the editors and reporters searched for their targets in the garbage dump on the ground.

Mr. Arcole Fitli, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, was standing in the center of the office hall as if he had been visited by a thief, shouting: "Look for it! Be sure to find it for me!"

He looked at the editors and reporters who were squatting on the ground and working in front of the drawer, and turned around and entered his office.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, there was a different sound in the office hall than turning over paper.

"Damn!" an editor cursed in a wastebasket. He was squatting in a wastebasket and searching for all the papers with words. But there were more than these things in it... "Who is this the hell that he blew his nose and wiped the manuscript?!"

"Hell..." Another editor squatting beside him was also complaining, "We are the editors in charge, not the cleaners... The thing that damn No Telli did, now we have to wipe his butt, I'll fuck him!"

"He drove James away by himself. Now that the news can't rob other newspapers, I'll vent our anger... Damn, it seems that I should also consider whether I will continue to stay in this undying ghost place!"

Once the editor-in-chief was away, everyone's speed was much slower, and many people even stood up and stretched and moved to relax their sore waists. They knew that they would definitely not be able to turn it out. If they were James, they would not leave the manuscripts they had worked hard to get in the newspaper when they resigned, and they would definitely take them away.

Editor-in-chief Arcole Fitre was wandering around his office. Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he mobilized the whole society, he might not be able to find the two manuscripts from the pile of waste paper. He was just unwilling to give up and beg for James Merry, who had just been driven away by him for less than half a month, the person he hated the most.

When he thought of the expression of his proud face when he received his call, he wanted to drop everything in front of him.

But who can blame this?

At that time, James Merry held interviews about Chu Zhongtian twice, hoping to be reported to him, but he would not criticize him. At that time, he would never have thought that the Chinese student would become famous one day, right? And he never thought that it would have been so fast.

Now that James Merry has resigned, he has taken away everything he can take away, and all the things about him in the computer have been deleted by him. Look for it? Where can I find it!

Seeing that the media outside were reporting Chu Zhongtian crazy, it was just superficial and targeting the game. If I could release two detailed interviews at this time... how sensation would it be?

"Damn it, you damn James Merry!" Editor-in-chief Fateli still didn't forget to scold the person he hated.

※※Merry was enjoying the newspapers he had just bought at home. He found all the reports on Chu Zhongtian and Wimbledon's competition, and then spread the newspapers on the table.

He was enjoying this scene. He even wanted to take a digital camera to take them all, keep them as a souvenir, or show them to Chu Zhongtian.

He thought of it and did it, and he went to the bedroom to find a digital camera.

When he was flipping through the bedroom, the cell phone in the living room rang, but he didn't hear it. When he came back, the cell phone was silent. He did not notice the cell phone, but stood on a chair with a camera, and took a photo of the table from a high place.

He took out the photos and looked at them. Mr. Meili was very satisfied. He decided to go to Chu in the afternoon and show him the photos. Congratulations to him for his outstanding performance and drink some wine to celebrate.

At this time, the phone that was put aside rang again.

He looked at the caller ID and it turned out to be from the newspaper. Which newspaper? Of course it was the Wimbledon Evening News.

What did they call to do?

Meili didn't want to answer, but today he was in a good mood. After he hesitating for a while, he answered the phone.

※※※Akol Fitre was about to get mad. He finally got down and called that bastard James Merry, but he dared not answer!

So in anger, the editor-in-chief threw the phone out of his hand. The next second he looked at the phone that had been split. He had an angina pectoris... Damn, why am I so impulsive! This is all the responsibility of that bastard!

Fei Teli really wanted to stop calling, but when he thought of sales and advertisers... he surrendered again. This time he called Merri using the company's landline phone, thinking that he would never stop answering the phone, right?

As a result, he waited for a long time before he heard Meili's voice ringing from the other side of the phone.

"Hey, who?"

※※※James Merry didn't expect that the person who called him twice would be the editor-in-chief Kacole Fitre, who was inconsistent with him.

He had the urge to hang up the phone directly, but today he was in a good mood, so let's listen to what the bastard wants to say first.

"Manuscript? The manuscript of that international student?" Hearing this, Mr. Meili laughed. He was in a better mood now.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Trelli. I've given the manuscript to someone. Anyway, you won't log in, so it's useless if I keep it, right? So I've given it to someone. No, I haven't paid much money. If I don't lie to you, why should I lie to you? Who should I give it to you? Sorry, I can't tell you, in any case, I've given it to someone, maybe it's a peer, haha!"

James Merry enjoyed teasing the other person very much, and he liked to hear the man's voice on the phone, humble and angry, and then suffocating. This made all the depression he had suffered before disappear.

"No, I'm not kidding, and I'm not deliberately taking revenge on you. I really gave all the manuscripts, I didn't even leave the backup, and deleted them after I gave them away. But Mr. Fei Teli, did you watch yesterday's game? Chu's performance was amazing! The best in the game! To be honest, when I interviewed him, I didn't expect that there would be such a day...so it was normal for you not to expect. Haha..."

After laughing twice, Meili heard the sound of hanging up on the phone. It seemed that Fei Treli on the other side finally couldn't help but fall down the phone with his ridicule.

This did not interrupt his laughter, and he continued to laugh for a while before stopping.

If he knew that his kung fu found a digital camera had already caused Nokia phone to lose, he would have laughed longer.

※※※Xu Xiaodi finally came to the door of this bar called "Winble". He found that it was not very far from where he bought the newspaper. He walked according to the map and arrived after about twenty minutes.

Standing at the door, he was not in a hurry to go in. He needed to take a breath. It was still very tired to walk a mile quickly. Then he sorted out his image. He was a reporter. Although he rarely came out for interviews, he could not make others think he was a beggar.

Chu Zhongtian stood in the bar. He had been paying attention to the person standing at the door for a long time. He rarely had people from Eastern Hosts to drink, because it was not close to Wimbledon's Tennis Park, and tourists from all over the world would not come to such places for fun. The only thing worth watching in Wimbledon is tennis.

So is the person standing at the door a lost traveler or a guest who wants to come in and have a drink?

Xu Xiaodi sorted out his hair that was blown by the wind, then took off the bag with his slanted strap and held it in his hand, making him look like a decent person, not a messy salesman.

He coughed twice, then stepped into the bar.

Chu Zhongtian kept watching him walk up to him, and then looked at him, doing nothing, neither saying he wanted to drink anything, nor asking about the prices of various wines here, nor even looking at their drinks list, nor looking at them in the bar to find someone to wait for others. The other party just stood in front of him, looking at him straight. Chu Zhongtian felt a little nervous.

He finally couldn't help asking: "Sir, what do you want?" He used English because he couldn't tell whether the despicable person in front of him was a Japanese or Korean, or simply his compatriot Chinese... "I want you." Xu Xiaodi replied reflexively.

Chu Zhongtian was so scared that his hand shook and almost smashed the cup in his hand.

This is the first time that Chu Zhongtian and Xu Xiaodi met and had the first conversation. When they recalled this past event in the future, they would feel a lot of emotion... "How could I say such an answer at the beginning!" Xu Xiaodi still regretted this matter many years later.

In fact, he soon realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he jumped up and waved his arm hard like a lunatic. "Ah, no, no... no! I didn't mean that!"
To be continued...