Fang Shuai forwarded all the news about the first-team registration that he could find online to the post bar, typed, bolded, and marked red... After almost two hours of various processes, he also went to the Dream House blog to relay the reports of the German media... ≦... ≦

He can proudly say that the information here is more complete than that of domestic media.

After finishing his work, he leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying the fruits of his labor, refreshing the webpage, and seeing if there are any new messages from netizens.

Almost every time there is a few new messages.

Everyone was full of enthusiasm and their words were full of hope.

Seeing everyone discussing their high school classmates enthusiastically, Fang Shuai felt like he had eaten honey, as if they were not complimenting Zhou Yi, but himself.

He opened the QQ, and the class group jumped out, leaving messages all over the screen, and it was also discussing the fact that their classmates became part of the Dortmund first team.

"Ah, I really didn't expect Zhou Yi to be so promising!"

"Who could have thought that the troublemakers in the class would become a real professional player?"

"Now Zhou Yi is probably the most promising person in our class, right? I really don't know how the head teacher would feel if he saw this news. She used to use Zhou Yi as a negative example for us!"

"I'm even more curious about what the director's expression was at this time, ha!"

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Wang Shunquan was concentrating on playing with the flowers and plants on the balcony, and his daughter, who was in college, walked in with a newspaper.

"Dad, look. These are students from your school."

She handed the newspaper to Wang Shunquan.

Wang Shunquan took it and saw it. It was the local newspaper Qingyang Evening News. It was a striking news on the sports page: "Our city player Zhou Yi entered the first team of Dortmund!"

When Wang Shunquan saw the name Zhou Yi, his eyes widened.

"The newspaper said that Zhou Yi was once a student of Qingyang No. 1 High School. He was attracted by the Dortmund Club because he participated in a football reality show..." The daughter said next to him. "Hey, dad, do you know this person?"

Wang Shunquan didn't know how to answer his daughter.

Does he know about Zhou Yi?

He knew very well!

In the past, at the flag-raising ceremony almost every week, he would name and criticize people on the rostrum. Unexpectedly, he has now appeared in the city's evening newspaper in this way.

There are many photos and names, which are simply a sign of the world.

At that time, he used Zhou Yi as a negative example more than once, and tried hard to persuade those students who did not study seriously, if they continued to fall like this, then Zhou Yi would be their future fate!

But now, reality slapped him hard.

Zhou Yi did not get into any university, but he became a celebrity in this way...

"Dad?Dad?" Seeing that his father was distracted, his daughter called out repeatedly.

"What are you doing?" Wang Shun came to his senses.

"Dad, do you know this person?" The daughter pointed to Zhou Yi's photo in the newspaper and asked persistently.

"Why are you suddenly so curious about this person?"

"I'm just curious. There was a big star in our hometown, and it's not far from me..."

"Is this a star?" Wang Shunquan said disdainfully. "What can be a promising football player?"

"Dad, you are biased. Why is there no future in playing football? Look at people who Beckham plays football so that the whole world knows him. How promising is!" the daughter retorted.

"I don't know who that Baker burger is." Wang Shunquan said with a straight face.

The daughter rolled her eyes at her stubborn father: "Dad hates you, I ignore you!" Then she turned around and walked away.

Wang Shunquan sat on the balcony, holding tools to prune plants in his hand, but did not move at all.

He suddenly thought of a possible future, will Zhou Yi’s photo actually be hung on the wall of honor in Qingyang Yigao?

Thinking of this, Wang Shunquan couldn't help but fight a cold war... It was so terrible, so terrible!

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The "Soap Bubble" bar is the most common tavern on the streets and alleys of Dortmund. You can tell from the yellow and black colors on the facade that this bar is for, of course, a fan bar, and it is a bar for Dortmund fans.

In Dortmund, almost all fan bars are Dortmund fan bars.

These places are gathering places for fans in Dortmund, and the gatherings are all fans living near bars. In Europe, football is a community-based culture symbolic sport, with strong community nature, and everyone will gather with the community as a geographical scope.

The bars in the community are the perfect place for these fans to gather.

So in the history of European football, if you look at the past "life" of many clubs, you will see that their establishment was initiated by more than a dozen people in a tavern or restaurant.

European teams have relied on the community since their establishment, and the community is their strong backing. They have gradually formed the community culture of European football.

In this regard, Chinese football is very lacking.

In the soap bar, a group of men of different ages are gathering together to read newspapers.

"What's the difference between Dortmund's first-team roster this year and last season?"

"It's great that Maz can choose to come to Dortmund. If he stays in Bayern Munich, he will be really hurt!"

"Kevin is back, too. This summer is really exciting!"

Everyone discussed the big list published in the newspaper one by one.

When they saw Zhou Yi's name, someone was stunned: "Huh? He stayed in the first team..."

"Who is this?" someone asked.

"Zhouyi, Zhouyi!"

"Zhou Yi?" The person who asked was a little confused, but his eyes lit up quickly: "Oh oh oh oh oh! Is it the Chinese boy who was the old Wagner who brought him to the south stand to watch the football? He is Mark's teammate?"

"Yes! Why did you forget?"

"Hi, I've seen that time. I didn't have a deep impression..."

"Then you definitely didn't pay much attention to the team's recent warm-up matches. This kid has played almost every game..."

"Is that so? I haven't paid much attention yet... but it's amazing. I'm only eighteen years old, right? I'm the same age as Mark... Why didn't Mark join the first team?"

"It's not enough..."

"So can you see the Chinese boys playing in the first team in the new season?"

"It should be."

"Tell me, he also watched the ball in the South Stand, and he is considered the child of our South Stand... Now the team has two 'Nan Stand children'!"

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While Yang Muge was reading a newspaper, Draxler came up: "Hi, Yang. Why are you watching "waz"? That's Dortmund's mouthpiece media. It's all about Dortmund's news and... the rumors about our Schalke 04!"

"Ah, hello. Julian..." Yang Muge took his attention from the newspaper and greeted Draxler.

"Fortunately you met me. If it were someone else, what would you think! I believe you were not reading this broken newspaper to join Dortmund... You are actually caring about your friend Zhou Yi, right?"

Yang Muge nodded.

"Yang. Sometimes I really doubt whether you fall in love with your good friend, otherwise why do you care so much about him? It's even more concerned about the other person than a lover in love..." Draxler said with a smirk.

Hearing Draxler's words, Yang Muge blushed and waved his hand: "No, no, no. I just... want to treat Zhou Yi as a target, a target to catch up. So I need to determine his position frequently. I can continue to work hard."

"Okay. So where is he now?"

"First Team." Yang Muge handed the newspaper to Draxler.

Draxler took the newspaper and found that it was published on it's the first team registration list for Dortmund.

Without much effort, he found Zhou Yi's name from the dense names.

"I'm sure I'll stay in the first team..." Draxler was also a little lost when he saw this. "Oh... I still think that I can fight him in u19 in the new season, but now it seems that I have no hope."

"It's okay, Julian. We can go to the first team to compete with him." Yang Muge said.

"Yes, go to the first team!" Draxler nodded vigorously. "We are going to the first team too! But Yang, don't show mercy to your friends at that time. I'm afraid you love him too much!"

Yang Muge blushed: "Julian. I am a professional player!"

Draxler laughed happily when he saw Yang Muge's embarrassment in his own way.

When he found that Draxler was teasing himself, Yang Muge ignored him and lowered his head to look back at the newspaper again.

He stared at Zhou Yi's name in a daze.

He is truly the core figure who made a big splash in the talent show. He performed very well in both the youth team and the first team in Dortmund!

Yang Muge thought of Zhou Yi's insistence on having a first-team promise. Many teammates thought he was thinking too much, but they had enough confidence in themselves to ask for it. The facts proved that he didn't think too much, but those people really didn't dare to think...

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He Ying came out after taking a shower. She put the bath towel on her wet hair and sat in front of the computer, rubbing her hair while looking at the webpage.

In summer, things in the European football transfer market are hot news, and sports websites are basically full of reports on various transfer information.

But He Ying was not concerned about transfer news. He was not interested in any team's transfer news, including Barcelona's.

Moreover, although others are abroad, they are not opening foreign websites, but domestic... Post Bar.
To be continued...