As soon as the training ended, Chu Zhongtian and his teammates were surrounded by reporters waiting outside the King's Ranch. People like Qiao Xilin and Gavin Borger who had long been looking forward to the reporter's interview were very happy to be interviewed. But although they were very proactive, the most popular one was Chu Zhongtian, who had just been promoted to the team's new core in training.

As soon as he changed his clothes and walked out of the stadium gate, he found that many reporters carrying machines were running towards him. Chu Zhongtian, who was mentally prepared, did not avoid it quickly, but stood there waiting for them to surround him.

Of course, this time he didn't raise his hands in embarrassment.

Journalists rushed from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.

The photojournalist takes a photo first, and then the text reporter and the TV reporter ask questions.

BBC's reporter naturally squeezed to the front. "Hello Chu, I am BBC's reporter, my name is Albert Nickelman."

He spoke English very slowly, as if it was because Chu Zhongtian was a Chinese.

"Hello, Mr. Nickelman." Chu Zhongtian smiled at him and replied in fluent English.

This is not the first time Nickelman has been to interview Kings Ranch for an interview, but he is indeed the first time he has come into contact with this Chinese. When he came before, he focused on the top leaders of the entire team and the club. He didn't have much contact with the players, and he basically didn't care about this Chinese.

Unexpectedly, when I visited here again, the Chinese man in front of me became the protagonist instead.

"First of all, congratulations on your best spot in the last FA Cup. Is that bottle of champagne okay?"

"Very good, thank you. I put it in the house. I don't think I will forget this honor in my life." Chu Zhongtian replied politely.

To put that bottle of champagne, Boss John gave him a delicate wine rack.

Now that bottle of wine is placed on his table, he does not intend to drink it, but plans to keep it forever and take it back to China for souvenirs when he graduates from university in the future. This is evidence that he has worked here for three years.

"So let's talk about the game on Saturday, your performance is very, very good. What do you think of your performance now?"

"I didn't expect that I could win the best." Chu Zhongtian was not humble, he really didn't expect that. At that time, he was all focused on helping the team win the game, whether he could win the best, or "best of the game", he had never considered the thing.

"But I'm glad to get the best, which shows that my efforts have been acknowledged."

Before interviewing Chu Zhongtian, Nickelman did some homework, such as specifically understanding the habits and etiquette of Chinese people to determine the interview strategy. The information tells him that Chinese people are very modest. What is "humility"? It means that they are obviously very good, and they want to say "bad" and "too bad", and they are obviously their own contributions, but they have to push all their contributions to others, and at the same time they say that their role is insignificant. Anyway, they are belittling themselves and elevating others. Nickelman is a little incomprehensible in this way. It is his own, and good is good. What is there to cover up? Is it a shameful thing to do?

So while waiting for Chu Zhongtian to answer his question, he thought he would hear answers like "I am personally insignificant, and honor belongs to the collective."

But now when I heard Chu Zhongtian’s answer, I couldn’t tell at all that I was modest… “How would I feel after becoming famous?”

"Uh...I don't know...I don't know if I've really become famous." Chu Zhongtian shook his head. "I don't think life has changed a lot. I'm still going to school, working, and playing football here, which is no different from before."

"But you are standing in front of us for an interview now. You didn't have such treatment before." Nickelman smiled.

"If it were just an interview, I wouldn't feel anything. It's all right now."

"Believe me, Chu, change will slowly appear and penetrate into every gap in your life." The voice came from behind Nickelman. He, Chu Zhongtian and others all turned their eyes, and a fat man was standing outside the crowd and smiling at them.

"Hello, Mr. Richard." Chu Zhongtian waved to the fat man.

Mr. Richard in his mouth was Abel Richard, the Sun reporter who was brought to interview him by James Merry that day.

Seeing him wave to himself, Abel pressed the camera shutter in his hand: "Are you ready? Your future will definitely change."

※※※When the reporters left with satisfaction, it was already dark. Chu Zhongtian was still standing outside the King's Ranch, and the street lights in the parking lot illuminated this area.

He was surrounded by reporters for half an hour and answered various questions constantly. His fluent English left a deep impression on the British journalists because he didn't look like a Chinese who had only been in the UK for more than two years. Without an accent or a strange sentence pattern in Chinese English, he could even proficiently use some slang from the Wimbledon region.

But what made Chu Zhongtian feel uncomfortable is that most reporters are more concerned about his identity than his football. They keep asking questions like this: "As an international student, you must think it is not easy for you to gain a foothold in this team, right?" "You are a Chinese, but will there be some unacceptable things in the English football club?"

Damn, I am the main player in Wimbledon Athletics, and I have a bullshit relationship with me as an international student? So what's wrong with me being a Chinese? I feel good, I'm like a fish in water, I'm adapting to twenty years, can't it? Is it interesting to be entangled in these boring identities?

The reporters felt that the contrast of identity was gimmick, but Chu Zhongtian felt that his efforts were ignored. Why didn’t they ask whether their best and main position were obtained from hard training in normal times? What was the purpose of his performance as an assist and a goal in the game?

For the first time, he felt that not everyone would look at your success with kindness, or report on you with a normal attitude. You are a Chinese, an international student, and an amateur player. They will definitely have prejudice. The only difference is that they are more biased than less.

If you succeed and more people know you, it means that your actions will be praised by more people. If you have good intentions, there will be malicious ones, and if you have fairness, there will be discrimination against you. The world will not do as you wish.

Perhaps there are many reporters who surround you for interviews after your training, and there are many fans queuing up to ask for your autograph. More people on the street will recognize you, but in fact these are not what they call "changes after becoming famous". The real change is the heart, and you will find that in fact, there are not all good people in the world. You will have many worries that you never considered before - I just cursed and sweared, why would so many people express dissatisfaction with me and think that I am low in quality? I just didn't sleep well and yawned. Why would someone say that I am hideous and ugly when I was photographed? I just drank a glass of beer with my friends in the bar, why would they say that I was drunk and indulged in depravity?

Some small details that you won’t pay attention to in life will be magnified by others, and then speculate on you with the greatest malicious intention and publicize their speculation results. You can’t even talk about it, otherwise you will fall into a trap they carefully woven.

A gust of wind blew, and Chu Zhongtian came to his senses and felt a little cold.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, then wrapped his coat tightly, intending to walk to the bus stop outside.

At this time, someone came towards him and waved to Chu Zhongtian: "Please stay, Chu."

Another difference between Chu Zhongtian's reputation was that there had never been so many people he had never known before that he had appeared in front of him, and then called "Chu" affectionately.

He stopped and watched the visitor walk out of the darkness and slowly reveal his true body.

He is a very ordinary middle-aged man with dark brown hair, wearing a wool sweater and a thick down jacket, and looking really vulgar with his neck shrinking.

"Is there anything wrong with me, this gentleman?" Chu Zhongtian looked at the other party.

"It's like this... I'm the head coach of the Tonbridge_angels. My name is Bob Larry. I know it's too late now, so I don't talk nonsense. It's like this, Chu. I've watched your games and I'm very interested in you. I hope you can join my team. By the way, the Tonbridge Angels are in the fifth league, and the English and C leagues are going to be. I want me to say that for a player like you, it's a waste to stay in Wimbledon Athletics..."

The old man didn't realize that his last words had angered Chu Zhongtian.

Perhaps Chu Zhongtian initially thought that Wimbledon Athletics was no different from countless amateur teams in England, but just a place where he could play football, because he happened to go to college at Wimbledon.

But after more than a year, he had no way to continue to treat this team as an ordinary team. Because of his teammates who played side by side, his friends, his dreams entrusted to him by others, a group of lovely fans, and... Emily.

For him, teams all over the world are the same, but this team is very special.

How could he allow others to belittle Wynboulden in front of him?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bob Larry. I'm a student at Wimbledon Arts School. Before I graduated, I didn't go anywhere except Wimbledon Athletics." He interrupted Mr. Larry's self-proclaiming.

"Uh..." Larry seemed to think that Chu Zhongtian was right to do this. After all, they are also an amateur team and they cannot provide professional contracts to players. "What about after graduation?"

Chu Zhongtian smiled at him with great anticipation: "I will return to China after graduation."

"Return to China?" The head coach of the Tangqiao Angel had not yet reacted.

"Yes, go back to China, go back to China." Chu Zhongtian looked at the other party with a smile. His smile at Mr. Larry did not mean that he was in a good mood, on the contrary, it was one of his unhappy expressions.

"Return to China? What are you doing when you go back to China?" Mr. Larry had not reacted yet.

"Work, Mr. Larry. I don't plan to make a living by football."

Bob Larry finally realized when he saw Chu Zhongtian’s smile - he was rejected!

"I hope you think carefully, Chu. We are the fifth-level team. We are more promising than Wimbledon Athletics. Maybe we can upgrade next season. At that time, we can open a professional contract for you, absolutely guaranteeing that you can make a living with football! It would be a pity for you to have such outstanding strength, not making a living with football..."

Chu Zhongtian ignored the man's praise for him and walked straight outside. He had to go to the bus to rush back to make dinner for Lao Yang, and after dinner he had to go to work in the Wimbledon bar. He didn't have time to spend time with the other party here.

Chu Zhongtian kept walking, and the man kept following him, and then boasted about how powerful their team was, and it seemed that it was just around the corner to advance to the league.

The two of them walked to the bus platform. Chu Zhongtian turned his head and said to him: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Larry. I'm not interested in joining your team. I just want to stay in Wimbledon and complete my studies. It's that simple..."

He glanced at the highway and happened to have a No. 131 public bus, so he took out his Oyster card and waved to Bob Larry: "Goodbye, Mr. Larry. I'm going to get on the bus. Thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept it."

After saying that, he jumped into the car without waiting for the other party to say anything, leaving only a Bob Larry who had not yet come back to his senses.

Chu Zhongtian was still very happy in the car - a team finally came to poach him, but I refused very awesomely! Haha, Russell, are you not as good as me in this regard?

In fact, if the opponent did not express a sense of superiority as a fifth-tier league and did not look down on Wimbledon's sports, Chu Zhongtian might not have refused so simply and mercilessly.

He doesn't care about losing the opportunity to play in a higher-level team. He doesn't make a living by professional football anyway, so he won't be moved by the invitations from those teams.

Fifth, what is the awesome team in the sixth level in front of us? Our Wimbledon Athletics won the League One team!

And we are likely to meet Premier League teams, and I still want to win!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Bob Larry? I hope you are not scared by me...※※ Let us turn our time back to the day of this day. In China, it is 1:00 noon on Tuesday.

Chu Zuosheng hurriedly found an Internet cafe with the newspaper. He wanted to know more about his son. But he couldn't find it in those serious newspapers. He knew there would be relevant reports on the Internet. He understood the power of the Internet. Although he didn't know how to use computers or surf the Internet, he always heard the young people in the unit talking about that thing. It seemed that as long as you wanted, there was nothing you couldn't find.

When the Internet cafe's Internet administrator saw a middle-aged man running into the Internet cafe with a newspaper in his hand, his first reaction was that someone's unlucky child was coming to the door by his parents. He was ready. Generally speaking, parents who could run to the Internet cafe to pull the child were not a good-looking lamp. After finding the child, they must beat and scold them in front of everyone. At the same time, they also brought the Internet administrator to scold them for making money that was ignorant and poisoning teenagers... This Internet administrator has experienced many battles and is experienced and ready. However, the people who came did not panic and looked for people one by one, but stood at the door for a while.

After Chu Zuosheng entered the Internet cafe, he remembered that he could not use computers or surf the Internet. So what could he do when he came to the Internet cafe? Was he turned around and left? He was a little unwilling.

So he started walking in to see if he could ask someone to help him. What are he afraid of when he had an old face?

The network administrator saw the visitor walking straight in, and it was difficult to stop him, so he just asked from the side: "Want to turn on the computer?"

Chu Zuosheng seemed to hear something, but he didn't care. He walked straight to the Internet area and searched in the crowd. He wanted to ask for help, but not everyone was willing to help him, a middle-aged man. Those girls dressed weirdly against the computer screen were obviously inappropriate. If you go to ask them for help, they would probably ignore you. Those who were playing games with headphones and playing enthusiastically will not help... Chu Zuosheng turned his head to look for it as he walked, and then he saw a young man who was not playing games or chatting with netizens, just sat in front of the computer and quietly browsing the webpage. Looking at his appearance, he would not be rejected, right?

Chu Zuosheng came up, "Little brother..."

The other party turned around and looked at him in confusion. There was no expression of impatientness in his eyes, which made Chu Zuosheng feel much more at ease.

He handed the newspaper in his hand, "Can you ask for a favor? Can you help me search him online?"

The young man glanced at the newspaper handed over by Chu Zuosheng, then laughed, and moved away from his body blocking the screen: "He? It happened that I was reading the news about him!"

Chu Zuosheng's eyes crossed the young man's shoulders and turned to the computer screen. He narrowed his eyes and saw that the row of news on the screen was full of news related to his son. The name "Chu Zhongtian" was highlighted in red.

One news comes first:

"The mysterious Chinese teenager appeared in the FA Cup and became the first person to create history!"

Here is the same news title:

"A Chinese student's FA Cup legend!"

Going further... "Chu Zhongtian! Do you know this person? I heard that I scored a goal in the FA Cup!"

This is obviously a forum post title.

"Who is this kid? That's so awesome!"

"I am Chu Zhongtian's fan!"

"A foreign student can play better than those professional players, so Chinese football can die!"

"Chu Zhongtian Chu Zhongtian...I discovered a shocking secret! Haha! Everyone write this name vertically to see if it is 'Lin Danda'? Ah haha!"

"Good example, Chu Zhongtian! You are the pride of our Chinese football!"

"Does Chinese fans only find sustenance in an amateur player international student? It's so sad..."

"I watched Chu Zhongtian's competition! I was studying in the UK! I was very excited. Now the whole of England is booming! Haha!"

"Long live Chu Zhongtian! Salute to you!"

... Seeing that he was so obsessed with his eyes, the young man asked, "Uncle, are you also a fan of Chu Zhongtian?"

Chu Zuosheng nodded while staring at the computer screen: "Yes, of course yes!"

Actually, he really wanted to say - that's my son!
Chapter completed!