After finishing his work at the Wimbledon Bar, Chu Zhongtian bid farewell to Boss John and ran back to the apartment alone.

When he ran downstairs to the apartment building, he saw the card-style chant and wondered whether to call home and talk about his decision. He looked at his watch and it was ten after twelve o'clock. In China, it was ten after 8 o'clock. At this time, his parents should get up. Today is Sunday, and they will not go to work. However... Chu Zhongtian hesitated for a moment. Although he had made up his mind, he was still afraid and worried when he was about to show off his mother... The shadow of his mother giving him was too big. If he was scolded by his mother again, he didn't know whether his finally made determination can still hold on, or would he have a big fight with his mother again?

More than two months have passed. He still calls his home every week. Sometimes it is his father answered, and sometimes it is his mother answered. If it is his father answered, he would whisper a few questions about his football in the UK. If it is his mother answered, Chu Zhongtian would seriously report his study in the UK - of course he was lying, because he might always tell his mother that he now skipped half a day of classes every afternoon just to participate in training and competitions, right? In that way, his mother would definitely eat him alive. So he didn't dare to mention the word "football" at all, and his mother didn't ask.

Everything seemed normal, but only he knew that the football was a time bomb buried deep in his mother's heart. It was accidentally detonated, and the consequences were unimaginable.

He stood outside the phone booth, fought back and forth for a long time, and finally decided not to call tonight... If the talk really breaks down, wouldn't he even sleep well tonight?

I'll call them when I get up tomorrow. Anyway, they won't go anywhere on Sunday.

Chu Zhongtian put the magnetic card he took back into his bag, turned around and walked into the apartment building.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian had a dream. He dreamed that he had become a world-class star and had just finished a very important game. How important it was? He didn't know, and he couldn't remember what the game was in his dream. It was very important, it was all the time. While enjoying the cheers of tens of thousands of fans in the stands and the shooting of the reporters who flocked to him, he suddenly saw a very familiar figure in the crowd.

The figure just flashed past. He felt very familiar and familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it. He woke up when he wanted to pursue it.

He opened his eyes and looked at the bright sky outside, still savoring the dream just now.

Who exactly is that figure? What does a man or a woman look like? He doesn't remember it.

After a while, Chu Zhongtian turned over and sat up, started dressing and preparing a day's exercise plan.

The Easter holiday has arrived, and he does not plan to stay in the apartment and study his homework with peace of mind.

Since you have made up your mind to take the path of playing football, instead of pretending to review your homework, it is better to take out your time to exercise and carry out your own training plan.

Chelsea scout Mr. Newton said that his disadvantage is that he is already twenty years old but has not received much high-level training. If he does not strictly demand himself, there will be no chance to play professional football.

After getting out of bed and changing his clothes, he walked out quietly with the football in his arms.

It was just six o'clock at this time, and there were not many people outside.

He put the football aside and began to do warm-up exercises to fully move his body.

Every time he expanded his chest, he took a deep breath, absorbing the fresh and cold air a little greedily.

After the warm-up, he felt his body begin to heat up slightly and full of strength.

He hooked the football over, and then thrust his left and right feet twenty times, then kicked the football forward and started chasing him. He started morning exercises to run five kilometers by himself.

※※※After forty minutes, Chu Zhongtian seemed to have been fished out of the water, and ran back with a football covered in sweat. At this time, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and the sky was getting brighter. He looked up at the sky in the east. It might be a sunny day today.

I wonder what weather is now in Chengdu, Sichuan, China?

Back in the apartment, I prepared breakfast for Yang Yang and myself. Then I took a cold shower, took off my sweat-soaked clothes and pants and threw them into a basin, poured water and washing powder, soaked them for dinner and rubbed them clean, and took them to dry them. After taking a shower, I changed my clothes and knocked on Yang Yang's bedroom door, called him up, and waited to have breakfast with him.

After breakfast, he packed up his things and prepared to work in the Wimbledon bar. He handed over the pots, pans, and other pots, pans, and so on to Yang Yang to handle.

When he walked down the apartment building with his schoolbag and a football in his arms, he turned his head and saw the phone booth again.

After staring at the empty telephone booth for a while, he sighed - what should come is always coming, and paper will definitely not be able to keep the fire. It is better to grit your teeth and show your heart to your mother.

What if she doesn't want to?

Maybe after I earn my first professional salary, my mother's attitude will change?

He took out the magnetic card from his wallet, opened the door of the telephone booth and entered.

※※※At 5:40 pm, Chu Zuosheng sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control in his hand, TV5 sports channel, and he was waiting to watch the sports news at 6 o'clock.

His wife Zhou Xiaoxiang was busy in the kitchen, preparing to make dinner.

At this moment, the phone rang in the living room.

Chu Zuosheng sat over and reached out to pick up the phone: "Which one?"

"Hey? Dad, it's me."

"Oh, son!" Chu Zuosheng really didn't expect his son to call at this time. He was a little surprised. "Is there something wrong?"

"I want to discuss something with you..." Chu Zhongtian's voice weakened over there.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian tried hard to adjust his emotions so that he had the courage to say his plans. He was lucky. If the one who answered the phone was his mother, he might change his mind at the moment he heard his mother's voice, and casually find an excuse to perfunctory her mother, and then hurriedly hung up the phone and went to the Wimbledon bar.

Fortunately, my father received the call. Chu Zhongtian knew that his father was supporting his football, so he would talk to him better than to talk to his mother, at least he didn't have to worry about angering the other party.

Since it was the call my father received, I just need to consider how to say this matter to the best effect.

In fact, it also requires strategy to talk about this kind of thing. To put it bluntly, this matter is divided into two parts - the first part is playing football, and the second part is not going to school. But if you tell your parents that you don’t go to school, then there is no need to say the later part. It is impossible for parents who are excited to listen to what they will say next... So you need to start with things that have a smaller impact on your parents, and get into the core bit by bit, so that your parents can also be prepared, and the resistance they face will be much smaller at that time.

So Chu Zhongtian said first: "I plan...to play football, dad."

"Playing football? Are you playing football?"

"I mean... I won't play amateur football anymore, go play professional football and become a professional player..."

The other side of the phone suddenly became silent.

Chu Zhongtian was waiting for news over there with some anxiety. He was very, very nervous now, even in the game against Chelsea, he had never been so nervous.

※※※ "I mean... I won't play amateur football anymore, go play professional football, and become a professional player..."

Chu Zuosheng was not surprised at all when he heard his son say this. In fact, since he watched his son's performance in the game against Chelsea, he had this premonition - how could he play in an amateur league with such a wonderful game on such a dreamy stage? Any enterprising and dreaming man will not be willing to stay in the amateur league at this time.

The reason why he was silent was that he was thinking about how to tell his wife about this.

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good idea, hiding it from his wife? That would definitely not work. Deceiving is a sin to add to sin. His wife can tolerate you having many problems, but she will never tolerate you to deceive her.

He looked over the kitchen, then retracted and lowered his voice and asked his son, "What about college?"

"...I can't plan to go...I can't go, Dad. If I really sign a contract, I have to receive training every day and maybe I'll be rented out, probably from another place..."

"Well... put this question aside first and tell me what factors made you make this decision?"

"Yesterday a scout from Chelsea club came to me and said that because of my outstanding performance against Chelsea in the fourth round of the FA Cup, I was attracted by their club. They followed and observed me for more than two months of games and training, and thought I had talent and potential and could become a professional player, so I planned to sign with me..."

Chu Zhongtian told all the conversation between him and Newton without hiding it at all.

Chu Zuosheng nodded while listening, occasionally saying "um".

"...That's how it is, Dad. I thought about it for a night and decided to give up my studies and play professional football. I thought about it. Anyway, I went to college to make money. I can make money if I play football now, and maybe I can make more money. I like playing football, and now I still have the opportunity to make money by playing football. I really can't refuse such an opportunity, Dad..."

Zhou Xiaoxiang heard the phone ringing in the living room in the kitchen, and then her husband answered it, and then there was no sound. She was busy cooking, but she couldn't throw the pot on the fire and ran to check it out. She could only shout in the kitchen: "Which phone number?"

Chu Zuosheng heard his wife's voice, and he covered the microphone and replied loudly: "Son's!"

Then he said to the microphone: "What are you going to tell your mother?"

"I...I want to hide it from my mother first, don't let her know..."

"This is not possible." Chu Zuosheng simply denied his son's idea, "How long can you hide it? If you really sign a professional team, many Chinese media will report it... Let me tell you that since you played against Chelsea, your mother has paid great attention to collecting your news. She knows more clearly than I know about anything you have in the UK... It's useless not to tell her, and you know that your mother hates you to lie. If you really want to get her consent and support, I think it's better for you to explain it to her."

"Dad, but..." Chu Zhongtian became a little scared.

"Wait, don't hang up the phone, I'll ask your mother to answer. I'll tell you, son. If you really want to take the path of professional football, your mother's opinions are very important. You don't want our family to be divided because of your playing football, right? You want to go further in professional football, and the support at home is very helpful to you. If your mother disagrees, will you play football with peace of mind? No. So tell your mother honestly, pay attention to her tone, don't be anxious or not, talk to your mother calmly, and your mother is also for your own good. As long as you explain the truth, she is not thinking about it. Now, you are waiting on the phone and think about how to talk to your mother."

After Chu Zuosheng made a big notice, he put the microphone aside. Then he got up and walked to the kitchen.

Zhou Xiaoxiang was cooking when she suddenly saw her husband appear at the kitchen door. "What's the matter?"

"My son misses you, I want to talk to you."

"I'm cooking..." Zhou Xiaoxiang didn't want to go.

"Oh, let me do it." Chu Zuosheng snatched the spatula in his wife's hand.

"Oh... don't fuck it all! I've let the salt go, don't put it anymore... Turn off the heat..."

After giving instructions to her husband, Zhou Xiaoxiang muttered and went to answer the phone.

"What do you have to say? Call him to call him later...hey, every day?"

"Ah...ah, mom, hello mom!"

"What's wrong with you?"

※※※ Hearing his mother's voice scared Chu Zhongtian.

He almost hung up the phone, but his father's voice rang in his mind again.

It is wrong to cheat. If you really want to play football, you must first convince your mother.

Forget it, just treat it as a test. It tests whether you are qualified to play professional football. If you make up your mind to play professional football, you can imagine that in the future, there will definitely be many kinds of difficulties waiting for you on the road ahead. They may be obstacles that are several times more difficult than the situation you face today. If you can't even get through today, you should stop playing professional football as soon as possible.

"Mom, I want to discuss something for you..."

"What's wrong? Is the living expenses over?"

"No...I want to ask you a question, mom. What is I going to college for?"

"Why? Of course it is to let you find a good job. Otherwise, why are so many parents sending their babies to take the college entrance exam?" Zhou Xiaoxiang felt that her son's question was too stupid.

"So what if I had a way to transfer more money now than I could go to college, mom?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang was silent for a moment. She was not a fool, she had already heard what her son meant.

"Are you going to play football?"

Finally a showdown.

Chu Zhongtian did not hesitate or be afraid at this time. He nodded and answered his mother very clearly: "Yes, mom. I plan to play professional football."

※※※Yang Yang was washing dishes by the windowsill and packed up the stove, he suddenly saw that Chu Zhongtian did not leave, but was making a phone call in the telephone booth downstairs.
To be continued...