Chu Zhongtian practiced more at Kings Ranch and was very dedicated. Gradually, he really didn't think about the life-and-death battle between the team and Wallingford. When he remembered to ask about the score, he was already outside the Duns Bar.

At that time, he hurried to the bar and was about to start work at night. When he arrived at the door, he found that the person had not come back yet. The bar door was closed and it was pitch black inside.

Suddenly he patted his forehead with great enlightenment, Chu Zhongtian took out the key, opened the door himself, walked in and turned on the light, and began to prepare for opening the door.

Obviously, these people did not come back because they went to watch the football.

I don't know what the final result of the game was. He didn't have a cell phone and couldn't call him to ask. It was fine when he was training at Kings Ranch in the afternoon. He devoted himself to the training and no longer thought about anything else and focused on it. But now when he was not training, his mind was full of this afternoon's game.

Did we win? Or...lose? Even a draw is not a good result.

Wallingford is not a weak team and is not easy to deal with. Otherwise, they would not be in the top three in the league. In the last round of the league, Wimbledon was tied by Fimleglen, while Wallingford won. The difference in points between the two teams changed from three-pointers to one point. If there is any mistake in this game, Wimbledon's second-ranked name in the league will not be guaranteed.

The first in the league can directly advance to the corresponding high school league, while the second in the league can't directly advance, but the second in the league can get a playoff spot and play a playoff against the second to the last in the eighth level to compete for the second upgrade place.

But if you win the third place in the league, it means that you have worked hard this season in vain. There is nothing, you will not upgrade, and you will not upgrade to the playoffs.

The third and first in the league are both the first three, but the treatment is very different.

Chu Zhongtian absent-mindedly prepared for opening the door, put the chairs off the table, wiped each table and chair clean, packed up the debris behind the bar, carefully checked the wine storage status today, and went out to turn the sign outside to the "open" side. After doing all this, he hung the apron around his neck, tied it around his waist, and began to wait for the guests to come to the door.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he saw Boss John and Old Bente appear at the door, and he didn't hear their voices at all before seeing them, which surprised him a little. In the past, Old Bente and his friends had already floated into the house before they could reach the door, and he could hear them clearly between more than ten meters. How could it be so quiet today?

After seeing their expressions, his heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition came to his heart, and it became stronger and stronger.

"Hi, Chu." Boss John said hello to Chu Zhongtian listlessly and walked straight upstairs. Old Bente and his group sat down in their respective positions, and no one raised their hands to ask for wine. For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to become solemn.

"Well, Mr. Bente..." Chu Zhongtian took the initiative to hand over to Old Bente, wanting to inquire about the score.

"We lost, Chu. Now we are ten thousand from the league first."

Old Bente raised his head and smiled at Chu Zhongtian, but his smile was even bitterer than the dark beer in Chu Zhongtian's hand.

※※Yes, Wimbledon lost the six-point game in the afternoon. Without Russell, Borger, and Chu Zhongtian, they could only rely on simple long passes to rush on offense, and the teams in the ninth level league were most afraid of long passes. Those low-level English grassroots teams were almost born familiar with football like long passes to rush on defense. Without Chu Zhongtian's tireless running and interception in the midfield, the pressure on the back line increased sharply, and they could not go up to support the front line, and the midfield was a little out of touch. The game was very bad, and the team wanted to win but didn't know how to win. Later, they became more and more impatient, and could only watch the victory of the game get farther and farther away from them.

In the end, they were scored two goals by their opponents, but they didn't score a single goal.

This is not a too embarrassing score, nor is it their most painful defeat this season, but it is likely to be their worst failure this season.

There are six rounds left in the league and two points behind the second place. To be realistic, they can only change their goal from fighting for the first place to fighting for the second place. At least there is a playoff spot, which is better than a playoff game... But now it seems that even if it is the second place, it depends on the other person's face.

The bar soon returned to normal, and people came to drink one after another. They started chatting, chatting about afternoon games, or talking about something else. Everyone's face gradually returned to normal.

For these people, they just lost a game, not without experience. They have seen things like relegation from the top league, and they have also seen them abandoning them and moving. What is the loss of a ninth-level league? Even if they really can't upgrade in the end, they still stay in this ninth-level league, but they didn't expect this team to be able to upgrade successfully in the first year of the team building, right? So what's the point of being frustrated?

Only Chu Zhongtian was silent and his face was not very good-looking.

He could understand the thoughts of those fans who were used to the storms and waves at this time, but he was different from those people, and he had his own reasons for not losing. Therefore, facing such a reality, he seemed very depressed and helpless.

He benefited a lot from the afternoon training. There was a special coach next to him to guide the training, which was different from his own exploring and practicing. However, such training was not available every day. This was his helplessness. He once again felt that why he was not a professional player, why couldn’t the team have training arrangements seven days a week except for game days? He even felt that working and studying took up too much time, and it only took twenty-four hours a day. No matter how much he squeezed, he couldn’t squeeze out more time for practice.

time!

The most precious thing, what he lacks the most now.

If there is any way to transform yourself into a single day, gain beyond imagination, and kill all directions, that would be great... Chu Zhongtian shook his head. This idea is too fantastic. In fact, it is impossible to have such a good thing. You can achieve success that others envied without paying any price. If you want to get it, you have to lose something.

Boss John had already gotten downstairs, and he had been busy in the bar with a change of clothes. Sometimes he would chat with familiar drinkers. There was no sign of the pain of the team losing the ball on his face.

The people in the entire bar seemed to be normal except Chu Zhongtian.

※※※When Chu Zhongtian finished his suspension period and returned to the field, Wimbledon also won a victory. On April 19, at home, they defeated the Glenford Vikings 1:0, and finally did not continue to fall. They also retained some hope for the second place.

This is the last game in the Easter holiday, with school opening on Monday, April 21, and the third semester begins.

Those students who went out for a trip returned to school to report that friends who had not seen each other for a long time also met again. The campus, which had been deserted for nearly a month, became lively again.

Charles Philip and Joseph Kenny took advantage of the Easter holiday to travel to Newcastle in the north of England. Because Kenny's relatives were in Newcastle, they went there to play free houses and free football games to watch - Kenny's relatives were a hardcore Newcastle fan. They watched two Premier League games under the leadership of Kenny's relatives, took many live photos at the St. James' Park Stadium, and when they came back, they showed off their "Premier League trip".

"Oh, you don't know how many people are full of St James' Park Stadium! That momentum... tsk, it's much more spectacular than Sheikhist Park Stadium! It's all park Stadiums, why is the gap so big?"

"This is a photo of Alan Shearer celebrating after scoring the goal. He happened to run under our stands, haha! Look how I'm looking for?"

"As for this...that's even more amazing! This is the hat signed by Alan Hiller! For this signature, I was almost squeezed out of the stands..."

Someone was calling their names at the door while they were bragging about what they brought in the classroom.

"Emily!" The two of them turned around and looked at the slim figure waving at them at the door.

Emily Stan waved to them.

After the two of them came out, Emily greeted, "Charles, Joseph, long time no see! Are you doing well? Oh, by the way, I know Charles is not doing well." At this point, Emily suddenly opened her mouth and smiled, "Good figure, Charles."

Philip's face was flushed when Emily said, and he couldn't even say a word, while Joseph Kenny, his bad friend, patted his shoulder hard, laughing loudly, and tears burst out from laughing.

Obviously, she had seen the CD. Charles' naked run was just a small episode. Emily was stunned when she first watched it, and then she smiled in front of the laptop and fell backwards.

What really made her excited was Chu Zhongtian's long-range shot at his professional level... Even when watching the replay, she couldn't help but clenched her fists and yelled in front of the computer. She also had to thank Uncle John for handling this here when he asked someone to make this CD, and there were many replays, which allowed her to reminisce about Chu Zhongtian's first goal again and again.

"How is the movie?" Kenny wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes after laughing and asked a question that would not keep his friends from being embarrassed.

"It's pretty good. I got a lot of signatures, hehe!" Emily smiled proudly.

"Really?!" This made Kenny drool and he screamed enviously.

"Tom Cruise!"

"ah!"

"Nicholas Cage!"

"Wow!"

"Julia Roberts!"

"Whoa whoa!"

"Al Pacino!"

"Oh!"

The two of them seemed to be playing games. Whenever Emily announced a name, Kenny would scream in surprise and envy. Of course, these people are well-deserved big names in Hollywood, and it is indeed something to be enviable to get their signatures.

"The last one..." Emily looked at Kenny and asked with a smile: "Winnie Jones!!"

This time, Kenny didn't cooperate with her and screamed. He said "Huh" in confusion.

"What's your reaction?" Emily pouted. "Don't you know he's been developing in Hollywood long ago?"

"Of course I know this..." Kenny scratched his head, "I just think it's normal for you to meet those big stars in Hollywood. It depends on luck when you meet him."

"You said it well, I'm lucky. I also met him by chance on the set. I told him that I was a Wimbledon fan, his fan, and then he started chatting with me." Emily smiled happily. "When he wasn't drinking, he looked very kind, hehe!"

"The problem is that he doesn't drink much." Philip next to him shrugged. There is a part of Wimbledon's team who loves and hates Winnie Jones. He loves him best and represents the "crazy spirit". What he hates is his rough playing style - not everyone likes great victory and useless skills. Even the "crazy gang" famous for its roughness only existed in the middle and late 1980s.

"Is there any extra signature?" Kenny ignored his good friend. He was more concerned about signatures. "I am also his fan." Among Wimbledon's fans, how many are not his fans? The "big gang leader" who used to represent the spirit of a crazy gang best.

"No." Emily shrugged and spread her hands. "He looks like time is tight, so I can only ask for an autograph. I saved it myself, hehe!"

Kenny showed a look of regret on his face. In fact, the big Hollywood stars were not as attractive as he showed. He did so exaggeratedly mainly to please Emily. The most attractive one was the second-tier Hollywood Winnie Jones, because he was once the captain of Wimbledon. For a real fan of crazy football, Winnie Jones was the biggest star.

After answering Kenny's question, Emily looked into the classroom again. She was looking for Chu Zhongtian. In the past, as long as she was in the classroom, these three people were definitely inseparable, but Chu Zhongtian was not around now, which made her a little confused.

If it weren't for her to say hello to her tutor and telling him that she was back, she would have completed her studies in school in the last semester of this school year. I'm afraid the first person she would find after coming to school was Chu Zhongtian. She just came back from her tutor's office, and now the person she wants to meet most is nothing but someone else, Chu Zhongtian.

"Why didn't Chu be with you?"

She looked back at Philip and Kenny in front of her.

"He, skipped class," Kenny replied shruggingly.

"Skip class?" Emily was a little surprised. In her opinion, Chu Zhongtian was definitely a model of serious study. He had never missed any class, was late or left early. At the beginning, in order to attend classes, he was a person who didn't even participate in the competition... Philip nodded next to him: "Well, there was a competition for ours this afternoon, and he went to participate."

"I remember he never skipped classes because of playing games." Emily frowned, she thought it was too strange.

Philip and Kenny looked at each other, and then Philip said to Emily: "You can't see Wimbledon's game in the United States, right?"

Emily nodded: "Of course, I've only watched one game." She pointed at Philip and smiled.

When he thought that he was naked by the public lover in the school, Philip turned red and couldn't speak. So Kenny continued: "The team is in a bad situation now. Russell is seriously injured and said goodbye to this season. Borger and Chu both missed the game due to suspension some time ago, so the results are not good. Now we are third in the league, and the difference is ten thousand in the league. If there is any problem in the next game, we may not be able to upgrade."

As soon as Kenny introduced the situation, Emily understood what was going on - Chu Zhongtian obviously didn't want the team to waste his efforts for a season, so he would rather skip classes than participate in the game.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't come back for more than a month, and the situation was so critical. Even Chu Zhongtian, who never skipped classes, couldn't sit still and didn't care about abiding by his "principles".

What Emily wondered about was why Chu Zhongtian was so anxious?

She thought of the scene where she planned to go to the United States to make a movie and say goodbye to Chu Zhongtian more than a month ago. At the entrance of the school, Chu Zhongtian said to herself: "Let's see you in a month, and I hope I can give you a gift at that time."

A light flashed through her mind.

Is the gift a team upgrade?

Emily looked at her watch and it was 4:45 in the afternoon, and the competition usually started around 4:30. It has been fifteen minutes since then. It seems that if she runs over now, she can still catch up with the game.

"I'm glad to see you again, and we'll talk again when we have time." Since we decided to skip class, Emily didn't have the mood to continue chatting with Philip and Kenny here. She waved to them and turned around and ran out.

"Where are you going? Emily!" Kenny shouted behind her. "Class is about to begin..."

"Skip classes and watch football!!"

Emily's voice came from afar.

※※In the last class of the afternoon, the second-year tutor of the Theatre Performance Department stood in front of the blackboard and looked down at the bottom. The students were filled with his students. He did not find Emily among them, but he was not surprised at all. If Emily had not come to find him at noon, he would have thought that the student was still in the United States and would have not returned to China at all.

"This Emily..."

He shook his head helplessly.

He really believed it when he said that from today to the end of the semester, he never missed classes again. Now he remembered that he, a 50-year-old man, had such a childish side - he couldn't believe women's words, even if he was just a twenty-year-old female student...
Chapter completed!