When Zhou Yi was standing outside the youth team training ground at Bracker training base, Tim Kister smiled and said to him: "How is it? The training facilities here are better than those of the artificial grassland in Lamacia, right?"

He was still worried about Barcelona's attempt to forcefully break up Zhou Yi and Dortmund, and he wanted to mock Barcelona in his words.

Zhou Yi looked at it.

This is Dutmon's training base. The training ground is stair-shaped, and one training ground is higher than the other. The highest one is the first-team training ground. There is a slope outside the first-team training ground. Just like terraces, you can see a green area.

They arrived in Dortmund after more than ten hours of flight and transit yesterday, and today they arrived in the town of Braquel on the outskirts of Dortmund, which is the location of the Dortmund Club training base.

But this was not Tim Kister's decision, but Zhou Yi took the initiative to propose it.

He couldn't wait to see where he would train and fight in the future.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Bracker training base as picturesque scenery. However, last time I went around several European countries, Zhou Yi had discovered that many places abroad can be described as picturesque scenery, so there is nothing to be surprised and amazed, and I will become numb when I get used to it. This is the ordinary living environment of others.

Europe is vast and sparsely populated, and most of its industrial facilities have been moved to third-world countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America. It is normal to have such a scenery. When they were in the Industrial Revolution, the environment was even worse than that of the current third-world countries...

However, Zhou Yi didn't think so much. He felt that in such a beautiful place, he was very good at playing football, so he wanted to rush to the training ground immediately.

"When will we start training, Mr. Kester?" he asked.

"No hurry, Zhou Yi. We also need to have a physical examination first. If there is no problem with the physical examination, we can sign a formal youth team contract with the club..."

"It's okay to have a physical examination?" Zhou Yi was a little surprised. He thought the youth team should not be so strict. Isn't the physical examination just enjoyed by first-team stars?

"Don't worry. As long as you don't have any particularly serious injuries or physical hidden dangers, you can pass it." Kester saw his concerns and quickly comforted him.

"Let's go, take you to the dormitory building to see it. Before you find a new residence, you can stay in the training base. The youth team hasn't come yet, and there is nothing good about the empty training ground. I also want to find a German teacher for you. Language is the first problem you have to face, which is much more important than football. Have you read the Sino-German dictionary I brought to you during this period of time? "

"I've read it. I can memorize a lot of words. And I've mastered the tricks of pronunciation in German!"

"Oh? What's the trick?" Seeing that Zhou Yi was so confident, Kester was very curious.

"That is to first get a mouthful of phlegm stuck in your mouth before pronunciation!" Zhou Yi said "cough", and then said the German word "tore", "Do you think it's said by an authentic German?"

Kester almost choked by his saliva…

"Don't! We Germans never have phlegm in our mouths!" He waved his hand quickly to clarify, "It is the French who speaks with phlegm in their mouths!"

"No, no, no, different. The phlegm in the mouth of the French seems to be coughing up at any time, while the Germans hold it at the base of the tongue... There is a difference, even if the difference is very subtle..." Zhou Yi explained seriously. "For example, in French, 'Hello', you listen to this sound, 'Bo njour'. Does it seem like you have to vomit your face at any time?"

But Kester just wanted to end the topic: "Can we not discuss such disgusting things, Zhou Yi?"

After having been in contact with Zhou Yi for a while, although Kester was already very adaptable, sometimes he still couldn't accept Zhou Yi's way of thinking...

"Okay, listen to you, Mr. Kester." Zhou Yi obediently ended the topic of talking and sputum in his mouth.

"Let's go, have you seen the two-story building over there? That's the youth team's building, which has a youth team locker room and a dormitory dedicated to the youth team, but there are not many rooms. Because most of the people are locals, they all go home to live. But now there are no one here, and players who are not locals are renting houses outside, so you will be the only resident here." Keest said, pointing to the small building opposite the youth team's training ground.

"Wow. Wow. Wouldn't that night be scary?" Zhou Yi couldn't help but shudder when he thought that everything was quiet here at night and there was only one person in a huge training base.

"In fact, we still have security guards here..." Keest also felt that it was not very reassuring to let Zhou Yi live alone in the dormitory building... but he decided to take Zhou Yi to see it because he had just arrived in Dortmund and didn't find him a house so quickly. He always had to live in the dormitory for a while.

They had just walked into the small building and walked towards a blond young man wearing a Dortmund yellow jersey. When they saw the two people coming in, they were stunned for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "It's you! No. 16!"

At the same time, he pointed at Zhou Yi.

"Why are you here? Are you here to visit? Or are you interested in joining Dortmund? That's great! With our youth team, you will definitely become stronger!"

He whispered and said something sputum in his mouth, but Zhou Yi didn't understand a word. He looked at the other person blankly, turned his head to look at Kister, and asked for translation.

"You know him, Zhou Yi?" Kester also asked Zhou Yi strangely.

"Mark Wagner." Zhou Yi called out the man's name, but shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

"I don't understand this. You know his name, but you don't know him?" Kester was even more strange.

"I met once and he was a player of the Dortmund youth team, right? We had a fight with the Dortmund youth team, and he was sitting on the bench."

Keest stared at Zhou Yi with a slightly suspicious look. It was hard for him to believe that Zhou Yi could even know the name of a Dortmund youth team substitute player who had only met once.

But this explanation is really flawless, and he can't find any questions. He can only accept Zhou Yi's answer. Let's think that Zhou Yi has the ability to remember everything he has...

The blonde boy opposite was even happier when he heard Zhou Yi call out his name accurately. He hugged Zhou Yi's shoulder: "You actually know what my name is! It's so great! Unbelievable! I thought you only know Mario! After all, he exchanged jerseys with you..."

He kept chattering in Zhou Yi's ear, which made Zhou Yi think of Sun Pan. He looked like that boy in terms of chatter and enthusiasm...

For this reason, Zhou Yi did not hate Mark Wagner. Instead, he felt very friendly.

"Although I don't know why, Zhou Yi, it seems that you already have a friend in the youth team, which is a good thing." Keest turned to ask Mark Wagner: "Why are you so enthusiastic?"

Mark Wagner said seriously: "I am a fan of Zhou. I was impressed by his performance in that game!"

Mark Wagner's answer would definitely be incredible if someone else came to listen to it, but for Kester, there was nothing surprising about this answer, because he himself was half a fan of Zhou Yi.

As he was talking, a crisp sound of sneakers and shoes stinging on the floor came from behind him. A group of youth team players wearing Dortmund jerseys walked out of the locker room and prepared to go to training.

When everyone saw Mark Wagner waved his hands enthusiastically and shouted: "Hi! Guys! Come and see! No. 16! No. 16!"

With his warm greeting, all the players from the youth team gathered around, and many people really recognized Zhou Yi.

"It's really him!"

"Hey, No. 16!"

...

Everyone talked, and Zhou Yi also gave a gift to everyone in German that he had just learned not long ago: "Hello, hello, hello..."

It's like spitting at each other...

Kester had to come forward to interrupt this conversation of your mouth and I: "Okay, guys, go to the training quickly. I have to take Zhou Yi to see the dormitory..."

"Look at the dormitory? He is really a member of us?" Mark was surprised.

"Of course, if the physical examination is passed," said Kester.

"Oh! That's great!" Mark was very happy. He hugged Zhou Yi and said, "Don't look at the dormitory, I promise you won't want to live in such a place! Go to my house! I have an available room!"

When Kester heard Wagner say this, he became interested: "Do your family meet the regulations, Mark?"

"Why don't you meet it? Our family also registered in the club!"

Generally speaking, the club will find some residents for foreign youth team players and share with local residents, which will help these young players quickly integrate into this society and be in a German-speaking environment. It will also help their language learning.

Of course, the whole family must be a Dortmund fan in such a house, which is a rigid requirement. In addition, if there is only one daughter in the family, it will not work. Because young players are energetic, they know what sparks will be created when they are together. Although they are free to fall in love, it will not be great if they hurt the relationship between the two parties.

"If you have no problem, I'll ask Zhou Yi." Kester turned to ask Zhou Yi, "This young man warmly invited you to stay at his house so that you don't have to live in the dormitory."

"Is this possible?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Of course, residential housing is also a way for clubs to encourage. If you want, I'll let the club go through the procedures."

Zhou Yi turned his head and looked at Mark who had been hugging him and chattering. He was not disgusted with this passionate peer who seemed to be Sun Pan, so he nodded: "I have no problem."

"Okay, then I'll take you to go through the procedures so that you can move out of the hotel tomorrow. Staying with your youth teammates is sure to help you integrate into the team."

Kester said to Mark again: "I'll say yes first, don't take Zhou Yi badly, he's a very simple child!"

"Don't worry, sir. I'm his fan!" Mark promised with his chest.

Therefore, the question of where Zhou Yi lives in Dortmund was so pleasantly decided.

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The physical examination was conducted in the afternoon and it went very smoothly. Zhou Yi passed. Then Zhou Yi was taken by Kester to the office of youth training director Lars Ricken.

"I've heard Tim say it. I'm glad you chose Dortmund, young man." Ricken was very happy to see Zhou Yi and took the initiative to extend his hand to shake his hand. "I don't think you will regret your original choice in the future!"

"I hope so too, Mr. Ricken."

The two shook hands, then sat down, picked up the pen and signed the contract.

Zhou Yi didn't even read it because the specific details of the contract Kister had explained to him. Of course Kister was a Dortmund man, and maybe he would deliberately ignore the terms that were more favorable to Dortmund.

But Zhou Yi still believes in Keest's character.

After signing the contract in front of him, Zhou Yi and Ricken exchanged the contract text and continued to sign.

After signing the letter, Zhou Yi planned to put down the pen, but was stopped by Ricken: "I gave you a souvenir, Zhou Yi. This is your first time signing a contract with a professional club, right? Keep this pen by yourself."

Zhou Yi looked at the Montblanc pen in his hand and hesitated and said, "Then I'm not polite?"

"Don't be polite, don't be polite." Ricken waved his hand with a smile.

In this way, Zhou Yi officially became a member of the Dortmund youth team.

Ricken looked at Zhou Yi put away his pen and asked him: "By the way, Zhou Yi, how many numbers do you want to wear in the team? It may not be possible now, but you can say that if there is, you can give it to you."

Zhou Yi thought about it and asked, "Is there a 23rd number?"

Ricken nodded: "Of course there is."

But he was also surprised: "Why is No. 23? I thought you would choose No. 16."

After all, Zhou Yi was wearing No. 16 in the youth team that challenged Dortmund.

"Because this number is more memorable." Zhou Yi smiled.

He was able to stand here to sign a contract with a professional football club and realize his dream. All these stories began with that audition final...

Among the twenty-three people, he is the weakest, so he can only be assigned to No. 23. In the country, this is the last number, representing the substitute.

But Zhou Yi hopes to use this number to commemorate his original intention of embarking on the road with his dream.

Although he has become a player of the Dortmund youth team, he still has a long way to go before real professional football.

On the way forward, use this number to remind yourself not to forget your original intention.

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ps, Chapter 1 of Volume 2, a new journey, a new starting point, don’t forget your original intention! Thank you for your support! Let us embark on the journey together and never forget your original intention together! (Please ask for a monthly vote...)

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