When Chu Zhongtian got up from the bed, his head hurts a little.

After being shook by the sunlight outside the window, he remembered that because he beat Chelsea yesterday, the whole team was very happy. Eames paid for everyone to drink and had a party all night... Wait!

We beat Chelsea?!

He held his forehead.

I began to recall carefully what happened between three and five yesterday afternoon.

"Adrian Mutu! Enter the goal with a free kick...beautiful!! Wimbledon Athletics finally lag behind..."

"It is also the counterattack of the amateur team! Just one point behind, the score equalized! Beautiful long shot! About twenty-five meters, no one defended Chu in the morning! Let him shoot calmly, Chelsea paid the price for their arrogance! Beautiful, world wave-!!!"

"This is Chu's shot! This is Chu's shot! This is Chu's shot!!! This is Chu's shot--!!!"

Memory gradually became clearer.

"The game is over! After the last round of Wimbledon Athletics match against Wimbledon, I once said that it was the biggest upset in this FA Cup! Sorry, now I want to take back that, the biggest upset in this FA Cup is here! Not only this FA Cup, it is even the greatest match in the FA Cup history of 132 years!"

He turned his head and looked at the desk in front of the windowsill.

There were two bottles of champagne on it, and the dark glass bottles were shining with charming light in the morning sun.

A blue Chelsea jersey drooped on the back of the chair under the desk, with a number "8".

It seems not a dream, it is true. Wimbledon not only won this game, but also won another best in the game.

ha.

He sat on the bed, grinning and laughed silently.

Very cool!

It's so cool to win!

It's so cool to beat Chelsea!

It's so cool to play against the top team!

He clenched his fists hard, then spread them out, watching his palms ecstasy.

The palm lines were messy. When I was in elementary school, a female classmate grabbed his hand and looked at her palms seriously. Then she told him that his intuition and love lines were clear, his wisdom lines were OK, his life lines were long, but his destiny lines were messy.

Chu Zhongtian, who was only seven or eight years old, didn't understand a single word. But he remembered it because this was the first time he heard someone pulling such a lot of things just by looking at his palm. The female classmate who said this had long been unable to remember what she looked like, what clothes she wore, and what name she was called? It didn't exist in her memory.

Thinking about it now, the fate line is very messy. Does it mean that his fate will be messy? Or... I can't tell what fate is at all?

I am famous, and even more famous than the last time, so what will happen next? When I move forward, what will be waiting for me in front of me?

He stared at his palm and came out of consciousness for a while, suddenly realized that this was a waste of time and meaningless thing, so he turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes, opened the door and went to wash.

He saw Yang Yang's bedroom door closed, and Lao Yang might still be sleeping.

Yesterday I was not just tired, nor was I excited.

hey-hey.

When he thought of the scenes yesterday, he couldn't help laughing again.

He will probably be in a good mood this day.

But I still have to ask Lao Yang to get up.

"Old Yang, get up and go to school!"

Even though he became famous in the battle, he was still an ordinary student at this time.

※※※Chu Zhongtian was warmly welcomed and sought after by his classmates at school. No matter where he went, someone would rush up to him to sign, take a photo with him, hug him, etc.... Once again, there was even a fat man who was extremely fatter and was even fatter than Philip to hug him, which scared him to the point of being "lost".

Philip and Kenny were very happy to be Chu Zhongtian's bodyguards on campus. They sandwiched Chu Zhongtian from the left and right, and even when they went to the bathroom, they would never get along.

"Quick! Protect Chu to the toilet!"

When Philip said this seriously, Chu Zhongtian was almost prostatitis... When the three of them were walking around the campus, some people would gather on the roadside from time to time and applaud Chu Zhongtian and cheer him loudly. Some people even sang the song "its_my_chu" that Wimbledon Athletics fans sang in the Stamford Bridge stands yesterday.

"It's so shameful to be friends with Chu!" Philip proudly raised his chest.

Chu Zhongtian was a little shy at first when facing this situation, but later he let go because he found that it was meaningless to be shy in front of these British classmates, and it would be better to be generous than to be generous.

He even saw Yang Yang in the crowd, and some Chinese students were following him, and they all looked at themselves with envy. For them, this mysterious compatriot who only heard the name but did not see the person always made them curious.

Among the students watching, Emily saw her blinking at her and then made a gesture. He understood the gesture, which was to say, "See you on the roof at noon."

The roof of the Wimbledon Art School’s teaching building has become the place where Chu Zhongtian and Emily date secretly.

At first, Emily just wanted to be undisturbed, so the deserted roof of the teaching building was a good place. Later, the movie she starred in was released in the UK, and she became the focus of media attention. For safety and privacy reasons, the roof of the teaching building was the only place where their relationship was not exposed.

At noon, Chu Zhongtian told Philip and Kenny that he was going to find Emily. Philip and Kenny kept making faces. Chu Zhongtian warned them not to speak out, and they saluted and sweared seriously.

When Chu Zhongtian walked up the roof with the football in his arms, Emily was already waiting for him.

"Congratulations, Chu! How did you feel when you got the second best in the game?" Emily put a bottle of mineral water as a microphone to Chu Zhongtian's mouth.

"Very great." Chu Zhongtian also imitated the interview.

Then both of them laughed.

"Yesterday's game was so exciting..." After laughing, Emily said to Chu Zhongtian, "I really didn't dare to think that we could defeat Chelsea."

Chu Zhongtian smiled and said, "Do you remember what you said to me before the game? May the strong win. We are strong, and we deserve to win, Emily."

"I didn't expect you to remember..." Emily shook her head gently, "Yes, you are strong people. Do you know? I didn't sleep well yesterday, look..." She put her face up and asked Chu Zhongtian to look at it, "Look at my eyes, there is blood in it."

Chu Zhongtian also leaned over a little. The two of them had a face less than ten centimeters apart at this time, and their lips were slightly opened, as if they were about to kiss.

Chu Zhongtian did not look at Emily's eyes, but was a little distracted.

Is this considered ambiguous?

He thought in his heart.

"Did you see it, Chu?"

Emily's words woke him up, and he quickly retracted his head. "I saw it, there was indeed bloodshot. It doesn't matter, right?"

"It doesn't matter, just have a good sleep. I feel more and more about how correct it was to ask you to participate in the trial! Ha! You are more famous now than me, I'm a little jealous of you... Hehe." Emily pouted and pretended to be angry, but she failed. She couldn't help laughing when she saw Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian smiled.

Emily raised her hands and placed them on Chu Zhongtian's shoulder.

"Continue to come on, Chu!"

※※※I was sought after by my classmates at school and had a wonderful afternoon with Emily on the rooftop of the teaching building. Chu Zhongtian was in a good mood this day. He didn't have to go to the team to train in the afternoon, because Boss Eames considered that everyone had just experienced a difficult game and needed a rest, so he did not arrange any training plan on Monday afternoon. After school, Chu Zhongtian went directly to the Wimbledon Bar.

But when he came to the Wimbledon bar to prepare for work, his good mood began to fade slowly.

Today's Wimbledon bar is more lively than usual, and there are many strangers he has never met before. Chu Zhongtian thought it was because he won an important game yesterday, which stimulated everyone. It was normal for excited fans to choose to come to the bar to drink and chat with others. Just like after Wimbledon Athletics defeated Wimbledon away in the last round, there were many strange faces in this bar.

He didn't take it seriously. But when he appeared at the door of the bar, an enthusiastic old customer greeted him: "Hi, Chu, how do you feel today?"

As soon as he was about to answer, he saw many people in the bar turning their eyes to him, and some of the eyes here were not that kind of friendly, but... it was like a lion seeing prey, which made him feel uncomfortable.

When these people also saw Chu Zhongtian, a group of people rushed towards Chu Zhongtian like crazy... Chu Zhongtian didn't understand the situation at all, and saw a large group of people rushing towards him with a fierce look. So he didn't even care about "Why is this?" and turned around and ran away!

"Hey! Don't run!"

"Don't run!"

"Can we talk, Chu!"

"I am……"

The group of people were collectively surprised when they saw Chu Zhongtian's actions, and then shouted to show their innocence.

Chu Zhongtian stopped when he heard their voices. At this time, he had already run outside the bar, and the group of people rushed to the door, blocking the small door. He turned his head to look at the group of people. He still didn't trust them very much and was ready to run away at any time.

"That's right, Chu!" Someone shouted loudly: "I'm not a reporter! I don't care about your privacy either! I'm a scout. Can I have a good talk with you?"

"Hey, that bastard was taken first!" Someone in the crowd thought so, and then more similar voices sounded:

"I'm a scout too! I'm from Merseyside!"

"Hello, Chu! I'm the same as them, I'm also a scout..."

"I have no malice, Chu, please rest assured! I'm just here to ask if you are interested in playing football in an English League One team?"

They were clamoring, and Chu Zhongtian stood there, staring at them blankly, as if he hadn't fully reacted... Ten minutes later.

Chu Zhongtian stood behind the bar, while his boss Colleen John sat next to him with a dark face like a door god. He volunteered to be a counselor for Chu Zhongtian.

"Those scouts are very cunning, Chu! With me, the old man here, you can suffer less losses!" That's what he told Chu Zhongtian.

When Chu Zhongtian tied his apron and stood behind the bar, the group of scouts rushed up again and filled the area in front of the bar. A group of drinkers were laughing and laughing at the show with beer, and they were very happy.

Everyone wanted to talk to Chu Zhongtian, but no one allowed anyone to make a mess of porridge in front of the bar.

"Quiet!!" At this time, Boss John played his role. He stood up and yelled, and the noise in the bar disappeared.

"Gentlemen, we should be a little gentlemanly, right? Line up!" Boss John pointed at them, "If you want to talk to our Chu, please queue up first!" He walked around to the bar, stood there, and said to the group of scouts: "Start line up from me."

Then he shouted at the group of lively drinkers: "Gary! Carl! Come and help, you silly guys who just drink but don't work!"

A bald man with a tattooed and scarred face stood up and acted as a temporary security guard, responsible for maintaining order. "Happy to serve, boss!"

The scouts looked at each other. This is at their home court, so be obedient... "It's really a god... I went to meet those professional players, and I've experienced such things - I have to queue up to get a number before I can meet..." Someone muttered in the team.

Carl, who had a scar on his face, smiled at him, revealing the gold teeth in his mouth, the scar on his face twisted, and looked even more ferocious. "That's because you haven't been here, sir."

The man was so scared that he suddenly lost his voice, and the entire team suddenly breathed much lighter.

So now everyone has honestly chosen a seat to sit down, just like doing business in a bank, queuing up with the right sign.

While they were queuing up, Boss John was quickly making number plates—writing the numbers on the note and distributing them to the scouts in order.

"Hold your number, and then find a seat at any time. If you don't have a seat, stand there. We will call numbers. Please pay attention to your number. If you call three times and you haven't come, the number will expire. You have to queue up again to get the number... In addition, there is something to talk about when you have no alcohol!" After these people got their number cards, Boss John announced the second rule.
To be continued...