Chu Zhongtian felt that this was the life he wanted. After getting up, he did not stare at the ceiling in confusion and think about what to do today, but turned over and got up quickly, started dressing, washing, breakfast, and then went to training.

And this day has a very special meaning - this is his first time receiving a truly professional training.

Wimbledon Athletics is an amateur team, and there are actually many irregularities in training, but Metz is different. This is a professional football club. Although it is not a big club and has bad results, they are still very formal to Chu Zhongtian and deserve his expectations.

After packing up, Chu Zhongtian walked out of the hotel. He warmed up at the door as if no one was around, then took out the map, found the route he marked last night, determined the direction, and began to run towards Metz's training base.

Later, James Merry also set out to find a suitable apartment for him. Chu Zhongtian will live here for a year. The house cannot be careless, so he has to go out himself. In addition, he will also go to the club to find a good French teacher for Chu Zhongtian in the afternoon. Chu Zhongtian and him are both very busy.

It must be stated again that in Chu Zhongtian's eyes, Metz is an absolute small city, but its small scale does not prevent Chu Zhongtian from admiring this beautiful garden city. The streets are covered with green trees, and in July, he ran all the way, but he didn't even feel that it was very hot.

Chu Zhongtian ran all the way, enjoying the scenery along the way. He set out half an hour earlier than he did, and was not worried that he would be late for the first day of training.

When he ran across an intersection, he found three police cars that were flashing lights parked there, and surrounded by the police cars was a sign car that looked somewhat old.

With the police shouting, a man got out of the car helplessly. Chu Zhongtian happened to run over from the car and looked at the person who got out of the car. He noticed that the man looked a little strange - there was a scar on his right cheek, which stretched from his forehead to his lips, which looked terrifying.

The man glanced at Chu Zhongtian, who was dressed in sports, and turned around and said something to the police.

Chu Zhongtian couldn't understand what these people were saying, and he was not interested in stopping to watch the fun and ran straight away.

※※※"Please, gentlemen. I'm going to be late for training. I didn't drive the express train on purpose..." "Scarface" spread his hands and faced three police cars and six policemen, he couldn't run.

"Stop teasing, don't you know when Frank Mess will start training us fans? Although you've performed great on the court, you have to be honest now that you break the law."

A policeman lowered his head and issued a ticket, while teasing "Scarface" on his mouth.

"Hey, Frank, how many times have you met us?" A fat policeman stood next to him and smiled.

"Damn, I'm so lucky..." "Scarface" muttered.

"Don't say that, Frank. Actually, we don't want to cause trouble for you, but can't you be honest? This is the third time you've been blocked by us this month. You know, this month is not halfway through. Although you have just transferred this season, we must be the first to know you. I even think we are more familiar with you than Fernandez. Haha!"

"Yes, right. I once heard that your reputation is not very good, Frank, now I'm sure the rumors are true."

"I've never seen you play football before, but I hope you don't let me down, otherwise you won't want to drive on the road in the future. I'm not threatening you, Frank."

"Scarface" was impatient with the police's teasing and sarcasm: "Okay, gentlemen police? I'm really going to be late. I don't want to leave any bad impression on Mr. Fernandez on the training ground. I just joined the team and trained late for something..."

"Okay, OK, it's fine right away." The policeman who issued the ticket to tear off the ticket and handed it to "Scarface". "When you have time, come and pay the fine, Frank. You know where you paid it, you've been here twice..."

"Ah haha!" The policemen next to them burst into laughter.

"Scarface" grabbed the ticket and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Can I leave now, police gentlemen?" he asked, pulling open the car door and turning his head.

"Of course, Frank. But remember not to speed up, otherwise you will see us again soon. I think you must not want that, right? Oh haha!"

A group of police officers of different heights, fatness and thinness were laughing next to him.

"Scarface" ignored them, got into the car and started the engine again. Then he did not wait for the police in front to make way for him, but directly threw the steering wheel and went on the sidewalk. After bypassing the police, he drove back into the motor lane.

"Hey!" The group of police officers behind looked at the scene in amazement and couldn't laugh anymore.

"I really don't understand what that old man Fernandez thought, bought a troublesome person from a Class C team. I always think I won't see him on the court a few times, and he might be in the nightclub and in the audience more than once."

"And our detention room, haha!"

"I really can't understand this year's Metz. After finding such a troublesome person from a C-level team, I heard that I had rented a Chinese from an English amateur team! When did Fernandez become interested in those amateur players?"

"You know, coaches like Fernandez occasionally mislead..."

A group of policemen shook their heads and talked.

※※When Chu Zhongtian ran to the side of the training ground, he happened to meet the team's head coach Jean Fernandez.

"Hello, sir." Chu Zhongtian greeted the other party in French that he had been learning at night.

But Fernandez frowned and looked at the front of Chu Zhongtian's T-shirt that was wet with sweat: "Are you afraid of heat, Chu?"

He asked in French.

Chu Zhongtian didn't understand, so he pointed to the sweat on Chu Zhongtian's clothes.

Chu Zhongtian nodded, and it turned out to be asking him how he got sweat. So he made a running move and pointed to the direction he was pointing. "I ran, sir." This time he changed to English. How could he say this sentence in French?

Fernandez understood what he meant, but was still surprised: "Here you? Hell..."

"Okay...let me take you to the locker room and let you know your teammates."

Fernandez led Chu Zhongtian to the locker room used by first-team players at the training base.

Located in the northwest of the Holy Mountain Forian Stadium, Metz's home court, crossing a field full of plants that Chu Zhongtian didn't know is Metz's training base. Youth teams at all levels, reserve teams and first teams usually train here.

When he walked into a small building next to the training ground, the light suddenly became much darker. Fernandez led the way in front, and Chu Zhongtian followed him, while secretly remembering the road leading to the locker room.

After turning a corner, the door of the locker room was presented to him.

Through the unclosed crack in the door, he could see someone inside. The sound of them talking came from inside, but unfortunately Chu Zhongtian couldn't understand a single word.

"Go, go and say hello to your teammates." Fernandez patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder with a smile.

Then he pushed open the door.

Players who were changing clothes in the locker room saw the door being pushed open, and their head coach, Mr. Fernandez, led a guy with an Oriental face in.

Fernandez gave an introduction to Chu Zhongtian: "Chinese players who are loaned from Chelsea, Chu. Your new teammates this season, I hope you can get along well."

Then he turned around and pulled Chu Zhongtian, pointing to the third last coat hook on the right: "That's yours, Chu."

Then he patted Chu Zhongtian and turned around and walked away.

Chu Zhongtian looked at the white and black people in the room, and his teammates looked at him, as if waiting for him to say hello.

At this time, he remembered the French he probably learned yesterday, and in a strange environment, there was nothing better than a smile, so he smiled and greeted everyone in stuttering French: "Okay, you guys."

After hearing him say this, the people in the locker room did not express anything special. Some people turned around and started to work hard on their own, while others continued their chat topics. Only a few people smiled and nodded at Chu Zhongtian, saying something in French. Unfortunately, Chu Zhongtian didn't understand again. He can't wait to find someone to teach him French. It's so uncomfortable that he can't communicate!

Since there was no way to communicate and most people were not very interested in him, Chu Zhongtian went through the locker room honestly, walked to his own clothes hook, put down his backpack, and started changing his training clothes.

Everyone else was chatting, but he ignored him. He felt a sense of estrangement, and he did not belong to this group. In the past, when he walked into the Wimbledon competitive locker room, he must have greeted him with Joe Xilin or Gavin Borger's warm arms, greeted him, and told him some interesting stories they had just learned. He was like the owner of the locker room, as free as if he had returned home.

In a brand new environment, everything has to start over. The problem seems to be not just on the court... After changing clothes, some people chose to sit down and continue chatting, while others ran out. Chu Zhongtian noticed that there was a hook next to him with training clothes hanging on, no one moved. Whose position is this?

When he changed his clothes, stuffed all the equipment he had changed into his backpack, and hung it up again, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps from the door. Many teammates in the locker room were also attracted by the really fast footsteps, and they stopped chatting and looked at the door.

Soon a figure rushed in with the sound of rapid footsteps. As soon as he entered the locker room, he screamed excitedly. Some of the teammates whistled at him, and the visitor went up to slap the whistleman, and then walked straight to Chu Zhongtian.

The two looked at each other.

When Chu Zhongtian saw the person's face clearly, he was a little surprised - wasn't this the unlucky guy he saw on the road just now surrounded by six policemen? Unexpectedly, he would be his teammate... "Scarface" was also a little surprised. He looked at Chu Zhongtian in confusion. Then he suddenly opened his mouth and smiled. Because there were scars on his face, his smile looked more friendly at all, which made people feel creepy.

However, Chu Zhongtian did not feel this way - this was the first teammate to show his friendship.

He smiled at that person, too.

"Scarface" said a lot, and Chu Zhongtian could only smile and shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

Seeing that Chu Zhongtian couldn't understand, he stopped talking and sat down next to Chu Zhongtian in the unmoved position.

It turns out that he is the master of this position... Chu Zhongtian changed his clothes, got up and walked out, and he had to go to the training ground.

※※The first part of the team's training before the season is often physical training, allowing players who have been on vacation to recover their physical strength and store their physical fitness for the new season. Training during this period is directly related to the team's performance in the next season, especially after Christmas, most players' physical fitness begins to have problems and injuries increase accordingly.

Without Mr. Merry on the side, Chu Zhongtian could only rely on guessing to understand what every sentence of head coach Fernandez meant. At the same time, he carefully observed the actions of his companions around him and then imitated them. It would never be wrong.

The training this morning was mainly about physical fitness. Chu Zhongtian quickly became the best among them. He allowed his new teammates to see his abundant physical fitness.

Whether it is running at a constant speed or changing speed, he handles it with ease. When he runs back, he further reflects his good explosive power and reaction ability.

Fernandez told his assistant coach David Carre (david_carre) next to him: "Don't let Chu do too much physical exercise in the afternoon, let Francis train him alone."

Carre nodded: "Okay."

"His physical fitness is completely beyond the professional level, and he is such a monster..." Fernandez, who is knowledgeable, had to sigh. "I used to know that his physical fitness was good on Rael's scout report, but I didn't expect it to be so good..."

"But he doesn't understand what we say, and it may cause some trouble in training..." Carre was a little worried about Chu Zhongtian's language ability. From the training content just now, it can be seen that he was completely confused and just did it according to his teammates.

"The club has found him a French teacher, and if necessary, I will just ask for a temporary translator." Fernandez shook his head, thinking that this problem is easy to solve.

This was the only time that the Mets coaching staff paid special attention to Chu Zhongtian during the morning training.

After the training, Chu Zhongtian didn't understand what his teammates were talking about at all, so he didn't stay for a long time, so he changed his clothes and left.

When he met his agent Mr. Meili at noon, Meili asked him how he felt when he first participated in professional training. Chu Zhongtian shook his head and replied: "It's not very good."

"Why? Is it because teammates are difficult to get along with, or what does the coach think of you?"

"I don't understand what they are saying, and I can't say it. It's very uncomfortable..." Chu Zhongtian complained to his agent Mr. Merry while having lunch. "It's like he is a marginal person. He doesn't belong to this team, but just borrows their training ground and locker room."

Mr. Merry laughed: "It's okay, I'll go to see your French teacher this afternoon. If it goes well, you will be able to learn French with her when you come back in the evening."

"I can't wait..." Chu Zhongtiandao.

"Because I heard that the teacher is a woman?" Meili teased.

"No, I am only interested in French now. Even if I am a big beauty, I won't take a look at it." Chu Zhongtian explained seriously.

Merry still just smiled.

※※※In the afternoon, when Chu Zhongtian went to the club to train again, Meili was waiting in the hotel room for the French teacher the club found for Chu Zhongtian.

By three o'clock, he heard a knock on the door. When he went to open the door and saw the French teacher standing outside the door, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm glad to see you. Is it Miss Mathilde?"
To be continued...