Tang En and Tang sat in Greenwood's office, looking at what was in front of them, both of them had very serious expressions.

Greenwood pointed at what they were looking at: "This is his training log. As you said, records are made every day."

It was a two thick notebook with a size of b5 copy paper.

Tang En definitely couldn't read all these two volumes here. He flipped through the beginning, flipped through the middle, and finally flipped through the back. It was enough for him to come to a conclusion.

"George Wood insisted on completing all the training programs for the youth team. To be honest, I was very surprised by this." Greenwood said from the side, "I can tell that George's figure is very strong when I see him, but Chen... where does the strength come from such a thin figure?"

Tang En didn't say anything and continued to look down at the training log.

Greenwood looked at Tang, who was also a Chinese, and Tang replied with a smile: "I don't know either. Maybe it's the power of dreams."

"Dream?" Greenwood touched his chin and smacked his lips. "Isn't his dream just to become a professional football player? But it was not realized in the end... and I think he should have known that this is impossible. No club would ask for a young man who only had a year of professional training, not to mention that he is eighteen years old. What is he still insisting on doing so? Where does the strength come from?"

Tang pointed his finger next to him and looked at the log: "Isn't there a guy here who trained someone who started formal football training at the age of seventeen to become the youngest captain in Nottingham Forest's history?"

"Stuart Pierce was only 21 years old when he started to get involved in professional football." Tang En said without looking up. "This kid is doing well... it is indeed all done well. At first I thought you were lying to me."

Greenwood coughed: "What do you lie to you? To be honest, Chen Di is amazing in spirit. If he started training here since he was ten years old, he would definitely become a qualified professional footballer. But now..." He shrugged.

Don closed the book and said to Greenwood: "Can these be taken back and read?"

"It was originally prepared for you, Tony. If it wasn't for your illness... you should have seen them in February."

"Well..." Tang En put away the thick booklet, "It seems that I have missed a lot of wonderful things in the past five months..."

"You're fine with your health, Tony?" Greenwood asked.

"You have asked it once. Ian. Of course there is no problem, otherwise I won't come back to work... You know, there are so many beauties in Brazil, hehe."

Neither Don nor Greenwood paid attention to him and joked.

Tang En glanced at the two training logs again: "Have he practiced for himself? He brought the ball to and from here and home every day to participate in training?"

Greenwood nodded: "Yes, I did this even when I was taking a tutoring culture class at Nottingham University. John also told me that he was running on the street with football when he saw Chen coming home. His classmates also said he was a 'weird'. You know, the sidewalks were not flat, so the football always jumped around..."

Done interrupted his narrative: “How long has he been doing this?”

“Until the last day of training here.”

Tang En stared at the cover of the training log and said nothing.

He thought of the muddy face in the storm, and his embarrassing appearance really contrasted with the football image of that country...

With the visit of the Chinese Olympic team at the Olympics, in China, "football" has become a word that almost everyone calls. Speaking of football, it will inevitably cause a burst of ridicule, and it is almost the same attitude, both the public and the official media. If someone announces that he will be a professional player in the future, he will definitely be booed. As long as you are a football player, you will be considered by some people to be related to the Chinese Football Association. As long as you don't dislike Chinese football, you will be looked down upon... This wave of fanatical disgust is now continuing in China, and it is estimated that it will not cool down in just a few years.

Tang En had no special opinion on this, and the Chinese Football Association was guilty of his own. Don’t live. It’s better to let them die as soon as possible. Maybe there will be another new life.

But Chen Jian has nothing to do with the Chinese Football Association. It is not his fault that Chinese football has such a bad environment. He is not even born here. He is just a stubborn bull full of dreams and dreams.

He tried everything, exhausted, did the wall fall?

When he left Vilford, what was his mood? Do he regret it? Are he regretful? Are he unwilling to give up?

I really want to see his expression with my own eyes.

When I was lying on the hospital bed, I really missed a lot.

"Tony?" Seeing that Tang En was stunned for a long time, Tang woke him up.

"Ah...Ian. I'll ask another question. How did he perform in the internal game after that time?" Don looked up at Greenwood.

"It's much better than before. In the end, I almost couldn't find any problem... If I had to choose, it was also a congenital factor. For example, his level is still far from his teammates who have trained here for ten years. But I can't say that his strength is too poor. In terms of improvement ratio, he is already the fastest in the team, but he has been behind ordinary people for nearly ten years after all."

Tang En smiled: "Yes, he thought that the only one blocking the road ahead of his dreams is just a wall. But what is blocking in front of him is not a wall, but a mountain... This fool."

He stood up and said goodbye to Greenwood. He left North Wilford with Don.

"What did you think of again? Tony." After leaving, Tang asked him.

"It's nothing. I want to go back and have a good look at this thing first..." Tang Enyangyang's two training logs in his hand. "I'll ask you and David for the afternoon training."

Tang nodded and said nothing. Tang En was really busy when he came back on the first day. No one would want to continue to stay here, and his work needs to recover day by day. Anyway, the team's current situation is so bad that it cannot be worse, and no one will urge Tang En to start working as soon as possible and guide the team back on the journey.

Since returning home at noon, Tang En has been sitting at the desk and carefully reading the two training logs. He didn't move a nest except for eating. He didn't even play some teasing games with Shania. Shania also found that Tang En looked serious and serious. He knew that it must be something very important, and did not come forward to pester him. It was only when it was time to rest that he persuaded Tang En to go to bed. Douglas's work contract expired on the day that Tang En decided to return to the team's workplace. Now Shania needs to take care of her beloved Uncle Tony by herself. But it was nothing. She learned a lot of professional medical knowledge and skills from Douglas, and it was enough to take care of Uncle Tony alone.

She has no job for the time being these days. Since Uncle Tony must be in the UK, she no longer goes to Hollywood in the United States. As for her career in Hollywood, it seems to have become irrelevant, such as celebrity parties. She gets acquainted with big stars, and has all kinds of necessary social engagements... She doesn't care.

Tang En once asked her about this question, and her answer was quite straightforward - "Movies are my hobbies, and it is good to be a job, but if I choose between hobbies and Uncle Tony, I will definitely not choose to go to the United States."

"Are you just giving up on your hard work in the United States for a year?" Tang En felt sorry for Shania in his heart. He knew that once he was far away from Hollywood, even if there were many friends to support her, she would be farther and farther away from that dream place.

"Although I'm sorry to Mr. Cruise. But to me. There's nothing more important in the world than you, Uncle Tony."

Hearing Shaniya say this, Tang En sighed: "You will make me feel guilty about this, Shaniya. Because I deprived you of the right to pursue your dreams..."

"Low come, Uncle Tony." Shania just curled her lips. "Don't forget. 4.5 billion years. 4.5 billion years of love for a movie career, I already feel that I am taking advantage of it."

What else can Tang En say? He can only hug his little girlfriend tightly.

Before serving Tang En to bed, Xianya asked casually: "What are you so enchanting? I have never seen you focus so much on a book?"

"Dream Diary." Tang En rubbed his temples, although his eyes and brain were a little tired. He was in a good mood. "I was so happy to read it. I just wanted to finish reading it in one breath... Unfortunately, I broke it before I finished writing it. The author is so hateful..."

"Dream Diary? Novel?"

"No, reality show."

Shania shrugged. Her Uncle Tony sometimes likes to say something inexplicable. She is used to it, but it is certain that this is related to his work. Because that kind of focus only appears when Uncle Tony works, it will make people feel charming just by looking at this silhouette.

He covered Bo's quilt with Don En. He kissed him on his lips again, and Shania got up and turned to leave.

Although the two were engaged, they seemed to have a tacit understanding of the life of No. 13, Garden Street, Brad - they lived one by one separately. Even when they were on vacation in Brazil, they were arranged like this. At first, it was because Uncle Tony was fragile and his heart could not withstand stimulation. Later, because such a life became a habit... Xianya naturally would not take off her clothes and run to Tang En to ask for it. Tang En... It was because the bachelor had forgotten this after getting used to it, and hoped to start working as soon as possible, which made him lose the mood for the moment.

But today. After returning to the team. After reading Chen Jian’s training log again, he suddenly felt in a good mood.

Done grabbed Shaniya.

He lay on the bed. Looking at Shania, who was still dressed as a little girl. The dim desk lamp on the bedside came over and penetrated the tulle-like fabric, revealing her good body curve as a model. Except for her underwear, she seemed to be wearing no underwear. Her youthful body emitted an attractive fragrance from her thin shirt, which suddenly made people's index fingers move and her heart ripples...

Shania pulled her back and didn't pull her, and she didn't leave. But she didn't turn her face and smiled at Tang En, "What are you doing, Uncle Tony." She just stood there with her back to Tang En without moving.

"Do you want to hear the story, Shania?" Tang En's hoarse voice came from behind.

"Okay, Uncle Tony. But what's the story?" Shania still didn't look back.

Tang En suddenly exerted force on his hand and pulled Xianya into his arms: "Little Red Riding Hood and Uncle Wolf."

Xianya moaned without cooperating very much, and threw herself into Tang En's arms and acted coquettishly. She just screamed in surprise: "Pacemaker..." She was afraid that she would fall down and hit Tang En's chest.

Tang En curled his lips: "Don't worry about those trivial matters... You are too uncooperating, Xianya. The atmosphere is gone!"

Shania lay on Tang En's chest, staring at Uncle Tony with a stern face, and her lips slowly curled up. "Aren't it Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf?"

"Now it's Little Red Riding Hood and Uncle Wolf!" Tang En tried hard to raise his face, stared at him, and dressed up as the fierce and evil Uncle Wolf.

"Is Uncle Wolf hungry?"

"Yes, I'm hungry!" Tang En said rudely. In fact, even if he didn't do this on purpose, his voice was hoarse enough...

"Then Little Red Riding Hood will make you a midnight snack!"

Tang En didn't let go: "No, you will definitely run out and call the hunter. I'm not stupid!"

"Oh, what should I do..." Xianya tilted her head and said distressedly, "Uncle Wolf is hungry, but she doesn't let me leave..." Her eyes rolled. "This is the only way!"

She suddenly unbuttoned her shirt with one hand and blinked at Tang En: "Feed the little Red Riding Hood to Uncle Wolf to eat it!"

Tang En didn't stop her, but just let go of her other hand, pillowed her hands behind her head, quietly watching Xianya lower her head, buttoned her one by one seriously but gently unbuttoned her. As the coat was peeled off, the perfect, mutton fat-like white jade-like body was gradually displayed in front of Tang En's eyes.

He just watched in a daze, and suddenly felt an unreality of dreaming.

The beauty standing in front of me was really the long-legged Loli who was angry when she looked at her chest and wanted to call the police. When he hugged Shania, who was unconscious due to a fever and was talking nonsense, rushed into the hospital and disturbed Constantine's good things, did she ever think of this day between me and her? When the little Loli called him "Uncle Tony" and called him, did she ever touch the heart of love for her deep down, and hoped that she would become her wife?

These past events and the mood at that time were slowly becoming blurred, and only the shy body under the dim light was very clear.

She opened her arms and slowly bent down. Her cheeks were flushed, her red lips were gently opened, and her breath was like orchids. The sound came from the depths of her throat, as if it was covered with a layer of hazy water vapor: "Dear Uncle Wolf, please... don't be polite..."
Chapter completed!