In order to prove that he really loves Chinese culture and to find a basis for the statement that "study Chinese by yourself", Tang En swept all the new and old bookstores in Nottingham that afternoon, and bought all the books about Chinese, including Chinese, English, French, German... he bought them all.

After pulling a cart of books home, he was worried. Because he couldn't find a place to put them, the two bookcases in Tony Tangen's house were filled with football, from newspapers to journals, and all kinds of information collected by Tony himself. There was no gap left for these newly bought books. Tangen didn't want to move the information placed in categories, so he had to pile all the new books on the ground.

Anyway, since he came, the family has been in chaos. A bachelor is used to living in it and doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

However, after Yang Yan came the next night, she was amazed for a long time when she saw the books on the floor. As a result, the first day of teaching was really useless. Yang Yan's "helpful" problem occurred again, so she simply helped Tang En clean up the room.

Tang En helped to help, and he kept sighing and shook his head in the face of Yang Yan, he could only respond and giggle.

"You know... that, when a bachelor lives, it's often like this...ah! Actually, you don't have to be busy, I'll just call a cleaner to come."

Yang Yan finished tidying up the living room and finally had a breath of rest. She shook her head: "I'm not used to giving you lectures in this kind of environment, so... forget it, it's all cleaned up anyway."

Tang En smiled embarrassedly, but he enjoyed it very much in his heart.

Yang Yan stood at the door of the bedroom and glanced at the photos hanging on the wall. She had seen them in the newspaper. She suddenly became interested and walked in and took a closer look.

Tang En looked at Yang Yan's back. Since middle school, this girl was the popular lover in everyone's mind. She was understanding and helpful, and had almost no shortcomings. At that time, he was still a stubborn and weird-tempered nerd, but Sichun was something that any teenager would do. He would also fantasize that he suddenly got the favor of the popular lover one day. But he never thought that one day this would happen - the lover in everyone's mind was cleaning at his home and getting along alone...

The only pity is that Yang Yan is still Yang Yan, but he is no longer Yang Yan’s classmate Tang En. He had thought of telling Yang Yan about his true identity, but such thoughts flashed in his mind and were rejected by him. First of all, he could not be sure whether this story of possession through time can be accepted. Secondly, he did not know whether his job would be lost if more people knew the truth. Now he has learned that even if he was unemployed, he could live on the high welfare provided by the government. However, being a football coach is his ideal, and this is no longer just a job to support himself.

Therefore, he could only face his classmates he was familiar with, but pretended that we had known each other for a while. This was really bad. There were several times when he was in a short period of time, he wanted to talk to Yang Yan about some interesting things about going to middle school - although he could not remember much.

Tang En, who came back to his senses, decided to go into the house to help. When he walked into the bedroom, he found that Yang Yan was not busy, but stood under the photo and looked up at it.

"Well, this is what I asked that newspaper to wash Zhang Da's gift to me again."

"It's very beautiful..." Yang Yan sighed. "Scenery selection, composition, color, timing of taking pictures, and meaning... are all great."

"I think so, too. But the only reason I decided to collect is because they were photographing me, not someone else."

Yang Yan turned around and looked at Tang En and smiled: "You are really not humble, Mr. Tang En."

Tang En shrugged. “In the world of professional football, the last thing you need is ‘humility’.”

Speaking of football, Yang Yan became a little interested. Because she has been in the UK for two years, she recently suddenly realized that many familiar people around her were fans, and they were very hardcore. It turned out that she thought football had no intersection with her life, as if two completely different worlds. But now this view is changing little by little.

“What quality is needed most?”

"Confidence. Believe that you are better than others, believe that you are the best, and then work hard with this goal."

"Aren't you afraid of self-confidence becoming arrogant?"

"If you have that strength, it's nothing to be arrogant and arrogant. There are so many such individual players in the football world. If you don't have strength but still have to be arrogant and arrogant, then wait to die. Such people are not worthy of sympathy. They have been automatically eliminated by the laws of the football world, so we don't have to worry about anything."

Yang Yan sat on the chair, continued to look at the photos, and asked, "I think football is like an animal world where the strong prey on the weak..."

Tang En snapped his fingers: "You are right to say this. Professional football is a cruel world where the strong prey on the weak, and the inability to die. Tears do not believe in here, and there is no need for sympathy and comfort. It is a world of pure men."

Hearing the last sentence, Yang Yan turned her head and asked Tang En: "Don't you welcome the world of women?"

If Tang En couldn't hear what this meant, he would be a fool. "No! Of course we welcome any woman who likes football. In the eyes of the public, football is inseparable from two things. One is music, and the other is beauty."

"I'm not a beauty..." Yang Yan shrugged and curled her lips.

"What did I say just now? In the world of football, modesty is not needed. Do you want to enter this world?"

Yang Yan looked at the serious Tang En and smiled: "Okay, I am a beauty, the most beautiful beauty in the world!"

After shouting this sentence, she and Tang En burst into laughter.

Don En decided to strike while the iron is hot: "If you are interested, you can go and see my team's game. You don't have to buy tickets, I have it."

Yang Yan smiled and said, "If I'm interested, I'll call you."

"Well, give a little advice. If you want to enjoy the real fun of football and understand the secret of it being so attractive, you must..." Speaking of this, Tang En stopped talking, and he waited for Yang Yan to come and ask him. But he found that Yang Yan was just looking at him and didn't open his mouth, so he had to surrender himself.

"Okay... you have to choose a team that supports you in your heart. Watch football from a neutral perspective. Most of the time you will feel bored, and you will have too high expectations but you will have very few gains."

"Why?"

"Almost all neutral fans like to see beautiful goals and exciting attacks, but this is ideal football." Tang En simply gave this rookie fan an introductory class for football interest. Who is going to teach whom... "The reality is that if the game is played like this, people like me will be dismissed. Because in most cases, what is the meaning of professional football coaches? It is to lead their own team to win. So... If you want to feel the most charming thing about football, you must choose a team to support and devote yourself to it. In that way, you will experience great joy and sorrow as they perform. That is a very wonderful feeling... Whether it is victory or failure, it is like this. The frustration and pain after failure, the joy after victory, and the ecstasy of escaping from death..."

Tang En murmured as he looked at the photos on the wall, as if he had returned to the day of the match against Wimbledon. For several hours after the game, he was still in fear. But the feeling of his heartbeat was so great, it was like taking drugs, and once he became addicted, he would never forget it.

Yang Yan found that Tang En had looked away from him, and the man seemed to be in deep thought again. Standing in front of him, his hair was a little scattered, his shirt collar buttons were not tied properly, one of his sleeves was rolled to his elbow, and the other cuff was not buttoned, and he was carelessly open, and his home was also messy. This image was too far from the "gentleman" he called him by his friend...

A polite gentleman, a wild football coach, an irrestrained sloppy bachelor...who is the real him?

And what confused Yang Yan the most was that he could see his shadow from this person. Sometimes it was very similar for a moment, but in fact they were two completely different people, one was British and the other was Chinese.

"Well, I'll choose the team you are on. From now on, I'm a fan of Nottingham Forest."

Tang En looked down at Yang Yan, and the girl gave him a charming smile.

"Then I have a great responsibility."

"Why?"

"Because I have another supporter. As the team coach, I cannot disappoint supporters. Uh... do you think this kind of words are very numb?" When Tang En said this, he found that Yang Yan was always laughing, was he laughing at himself?
Chapter completed!