When Chu Zhongtian walked out of the Metz Railway Station, which looked less like a railway station, but more like a manor of a certain medieval nobleman, he looked back at the neo-Roman building.

The travel manual says this is a masterpiece after the Germans occupied Metz. The Metz Railway Station in the sunset is full of Germanic style, and the power and power of the German Empire are reflected through a large number of decorations such as reliefs, sculptures, columns and stained glass forms.

Unexpectedly, this place has become a tourist attraction worth seeing in Metz.

Unlike the square in front of the railway station in China, the square in front of the Metz Railway Station is wide, but there are not many people. I can’t see the hawkers who set up stalls and crowded traffic, nor can I see the parking lot full of cars. Later, Chu Zhongtian learned that the parking lot was “above” of the railway station.

It's even a little deserted here.

Chu Zhongtian spit out the turbid air inhaled from the car, took a deep breath, and inhaled the air from this small town in northeastern France.

This is where he was going to stay last season, Metz.

He looked around and there was a row of hotels across the square, but these were not what he was going to.

Through the square, he looked for a taxi parked by the road.

Mr. Merry didn't come to pick him up because he was very busy. He just gave him an address and asked him to go directly to the hotel. When he arrived, he called him.

There is a public bus stop when he goes out of the square. But he doesn't plan to do the bus because he doesn't know what route to take and where to get off.

All the information written on the station sign is written in French, and he can't understand it.

He couldn't ask people either because he couldn't speak French and couldn't understand French. Although he had a daily French manual with him, it was useless.

He felt like he had returned to the first time he first arrived in London three years ago. At that time, his English level was far less good than it is now. In the years of dumb and deaf English education in China, he did not learn anything. Therefore, he did not know anything except the simplest words when he came to London.

Now in Metz, France, everything seems to have returned to the starting point, football, life, and language are about to begin again.

"Okay... I'll find the hotel to meet with Mr. Meili before talking..." Chu Zhongtian murmured to himself, then picked up the box and walked to the taxi hello station on the side of the road. Under the sign of the greeting station with white characters on the blue background, a row of taxis of different colors had already been parked.

※※※Escher_de_beaumont was sitting in the driver's seat, listening to the "pump_it" played in the car audio, waiting for the guests to open the car door. He was wearing a blue French team No. 10 jersey with Zidane's name printed on his back. He was shaved with scars on the left side of the buzz cut, chewing gum in his mouth, shaking his head to the rhythm of the music, and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

He doesn't look like a taxi driver, but rather a little gangster who is lying on the street.

An oriental man carrying a suitcase and carrying a bag appeared in the rearview mirror outside the car. He did not entertain the guests enthusiastically, but glanced at the person in the mirror and continued to listen to his music. The man seemed to be hesitating whether to get in the car. Seeing his distressed look, Escher grinned.

Chu Zhongtian looked around and saw a row of taxis parked on the street. After a rough count, there were seven or eight, but the one in front of him was ranked first.

But... look at the driver wearing the No. 10 jersey of the 1998 World Cup, and the deafening music was still in mind. The driver was completely immersed in the music, and his body was shaking with the rhythm of the music... Chu Zhongtian always felt unreliable.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that if he is not familiar with the place, he should find a normal driver.

He turned around and walked towards the second car. The driver of the car was wearing a formal uniform, about forty years old, almost fifty years old. This age makes people feel a little safe. An experienced driver, acknowledging his way, kind, and steady... Many similar words will appear in the minds of ordinary people.

Before Chu Zhongtian could get to the front of the car, he saw the driver in the car waving to him and saying something, but he didn't understand a word.

He decided to speak English, and he didn't know how popular the people here are... "Uh, sorry, can I take your car?"

The old driver said something, but Chu Zhongtian still couldn't understand. "I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

He saw the driver pointing at the first car in front, then pointing at himself, waving his hand.

Chu Zhongtian thought about it for a while and understood it - it turned out that he was asked to make the first car. It turned out that this place was the same as when it came out of Shuangliu Airport, and he had to queue up to take a taxi. It was about coming first and then coming... You can't get over the first car and go directly to find the second car.

However, outside Shuangliu Airport, drivers abide by discipline in most of the reason why there are supervisors on the side to supervise. Despite this, there are still some drivers of black car picking up customers outside.

Chu Zhongtian did not see anyone like a supervisor here, and the drivers still abide by discipline so much - it seems to be different from the French's natural free and casual personality. He thought in confusion.

There was no way, the driver of the second car would not pull it, so Chu Zhongtian could only find the first car, hoping that the driver would be more reliable.

Chu Zhongtian had just walked to the rear of the first car and saw the lid of the trunk slowly rising. He asked him to put his luggage into the trunk.

Very considerate.

Chu Zhongtian began to feel a little fond of the driver - I hope it will be more reliable... He put his luggage in and pressed the trunk lid.

Then he opened the back seat door and sat in.

The driver in the front row turned around and looked at Chu Zhongtian. Chu Zhongtian then realized that the man looked a bit fierce, and his face was squirming with his chewing gum. What did he look like a little punk? He was just a little punk... The driver said French to him, but Chu Zhongtian didn't understand. But he guessed that it should be something like "Sir, where are you going?"

He couldn't speak French, but he had already written his destination in French on the note in advance - it didn't matter, he could still do it according to the drawing. Now he took out the note from his wallet and handed it to the smiling driver.

The young driver looked down at the address on the note, then nodded. He spoke another French. Seeing Chu Zhongtian's confused look, he reached out and pulled the seat belt, making a "buckle" gesture.

Chu Zhongtian understood that this was reminding himself to wear his seat belt and go out.

Just as Chu Zhongtian lowered his head to wear the seat belt, the driver started the car engine.

The low and roaring sound of the engine made Chu Zhongtian feel a little suspicious. He raised his head and looked ahead - it was not that he had not taken the taxi before, but it was the first time he heard the engine of a taxi that could make the roar of a racing car... The taxi body was shaking slightly.

The driver reached out and turned the volume of the speaker up a little, then whistled.

When his hand was retracted, his feet loosened the clutch. Chu Zhongtian only felt as if he was riding a wild horse that had run away from reins. His body was pushed to the back of the chair by a huge force, his head hit the back, and his neck almost dislocated... The black taxi rushed out with the roar.

At this moment, Chu Zhongtian heard the driver shouting, and this time he finally understood:

"Welcome to Mets! Haha!"

※※※Chu Zhongtian no longer knows how he got to the hotel he stayed in.

He only knew that he could not appreciate the scenery along the streets along the way, because he was constantly tilting left and right, leaning back and then swooping.

It didn't seem to take long, but he was still troubled.

When the taxi he was riding in creaked and stopped suddenly, despite the seat belt stopping him, his body rushed forward and hit the back of the front seat.

"Fuck..." Chu Zhongtian, who felt his bones falling apart, put his head on the back of the chair and gritted his teeth and cursed.

The driver in front looked at the watch proudly and then spoke French, as if he was boasting about his skills.

Chu Zhongtian was not interested in saying anything to him... He just wanted to get out of the car now - he was afraid that the driver who was rushing to reincarnate would drive out before he could get off.

It may not be appropriate to use "rolling and crawling" to describe Chu Zhongtian getting off the car, but it is not much different from that level.

When he got out of the car, his legs were still weak. Fortunately, the hotel doorman had already taken out his luggage for him, so he didn't have to work hard anymore.

Putting his luggage aside, Chu Zhongtian returned to pay the fare. The driver who continued to listen to the music leisurely did not seem to be worried that his passenger would pick up his luggage and run away.

Chu Zhongtian exchanged the euro before he came, but now the euro has begun to be circulated in the EU area, and the UK is still proud of insisting on using the pound. He took out an euro with a denomination of twenty and handed it out of the window. Of course, he did not forget to glar fiercely at the driver who didn't care about the customer's feelings when riding the bus. If he could understand Chinese, Chu Zhongtian would definitely curse: "You are in a hurry to reincarnate!"

The driver didn't care about Chu Zhongtian's murderous eyes at all. He found change and handed it to Chu Zhongtian with a business card.

The young "scar" hairstyle driver pointed to the business card and said in very simple English: "Emergency, phone number, me."

If he has something urgent, he can call him on his business card and ask him to order a car.

Chu Zhongtian took the change but did not take the business card. He shook his head and said, "I don't think I need it anymore. I won't take your car anymore!"

The driver laughed, looking heartless. He also started the car, as if he couldn't wait to leave.

Chu Zhongtian just turned around to pick up his box when he felt a gust of wind behind his butt. When he straightened up, the white taxi had run away... "Fuck!" Chu Zhongtian turned around and looked at the door of the hotel where there was no more car, and cursed and swearing.

※※ When he came to the booked room, he finally saw his agent, Mr. James Merry.

After seeing him, Mr. Merry opened his arms and gave him a hug, and then "pop" his left and right cheeks.

"Wow..." Chu Zhongtian didn't expect that Mr. Meili would be so enthusiastic that he would give him a kiss.

"This is the French like to meet, you have to get used to it as soon as possible, haha!" Mr. Merry smiled, "Welcome to Metz, how do you feel? This is a very beautiful city."

"Uh...I haven't had a chance to see if it's very beautiful..." Chu Zhongtian scratched his head and said. Yes, he rolled in the back seat all the way. He had never seen what it looked like outside the window.

"It's a beautiful place, I think you'll fall in love with it." Mr. Merry took the luggage in his hand.

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. He didn't know if he would fall in love with this place, but when he came to Metz for the first time, Metz's city gave him a warning... This is not a good impression.

"This place is very close to Metz Club. We will go there tomorrow morning. You will have a physical examination. If you have no problem with the physical examination, you will sign it. If you have to go to the training the next day, I will help you find a house and live here before finding it. As for the French teacher, Metz Club has promised to contact you, and you don't have to worry about it. What you need to do now is to quickly adapt to life here, all aspects, and to seize the time to learn French. If you don't communicate well, you will not be able to show your level on the court. You should know that your future position is a midfield commander. It's not okay to not communicate with your teammates. Want to hear my suggestions, Chu?"

"You said, Mr. Merry."

"Before you learn language, start with a pure defensive midfielder. You are good at simple defense and get used to it. Starting from simple strengths may make your path smoother."

"Yes." Chu Zhongtian nodded and admitted that Mr. Meili was right.

"Okay, there are planes and trains along the way. Are you tired?" Meili clapped her hands and ended the conversation.

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. It was not tired of being a plane and a train. What was tired of being a taxi part in the last few minutes... "Let's have dinner together, just celebrate your signing in advance and enjoy a French meal, hey."

※※※After the two of them finished their dinner, they strolled on the streets of Metz. This was the first time Chu Zhongtian admired the small city of Metz. The population of Metz is 200,000, and 200,000 is already a medium-sized city in Europe. However, for the Chinese, Chu Zhongtian, there are no more than ten cities in Europe that can be regarded as big cities. A population like Metz is at most equivalent to a town in China.

However, Mess is cleaner than most Chinese towns. The intersection is not wide, and it is even a little narrow, and the greening is done well. There are few towering skyscrapers in the city. The tallest building is several Gothic churches. Sometimes when you walk in the street, you can see that the end of the road ahead is blocked by a row of buildings. There is a pointed roof, which looks very close, and it seems that you are just walking to the end of the street. In fact, it is still far away.

James Merry and Chu Zhongtian walked around while introducing the city to him.

"Although this city is a French city, German is as common here as French. Many Germans usually work here and live in Germany, so there are many Germans here."

"Then I want to learn two languages?" said Tian Wen, a junior high school student.

"No need, this place is still a French city after all. But if you are interested and energetic, you can learn German. It is always not bad to learn another language. In order to better cover the French Open, I often needed to come to France for interviews. I taught myself French, don't you use it now?"

Chu Zhongtian nodded thoughtfully. It was good to learn a few more languages, and he was not afraid of going anywhere... He suddenly remembered the strange thing he encountered while taking a taxi today. Why did the second-ranked person have to let him make the first-ranked person first? Aren’t the French all very casual? Why should they be so strict with discipline?

He asked this question. Merry told him that it was because the city had been occupied by Germany for a long time, so it also had strong German characteristics. For example, the rigorous and old-fashioned Germans are not uncommon in this city.

"This is really a strange city." The freedom and the rigorous and rigidity of the French are expressed in a city at the same time, which makes Chu Zhongtian sigh like this.

"If you want to play football here, you must adapt to the environment here. Chu. Don't lock yourself in the house after training in the future. I don't agree with that lifestyle. You should go out and have a lot of contact with this society. Why do you play well in Wimbledon? Because you have a lot of contact with Wimbledon people, they can help you integrate into the team well."

Chu Zhongtian felt that Mr. Meili's statement was a bit new. Isn't the players enough to play well?

"Don't believe it? When your teammates are discussing what's going on around them, you can't get stuck because you know nothing about it, will you feel alienated? When your fans support you in the stands, you can't feel their support because you lack understanding and feelings for them? In fact, it's the same. Why can you perform so well in the game against Chelsea? In addition to not only because you don't want to lose, but also because there are so many people supporting you, making you full of strength and fighting spirit. And these are all because you have integrated into Wimbledon's life, you have met many friends, and they help you on the court and off the court. So, Chu, no matter where you play football, you must actively integrate into the team and the local area so that you can get support on the court."

James Merry said a lot, and Chu Zhongtian nodded. He thought what Mr. Merry said was very reasonable. If it weren't for working in a Wimbledon bar, he might not have feelings for that team, nor would he give everything in the game. If it weren't for him, Emily, Uncle John, and his teammates... familiar with him, how could he have a harmonious circle in and outside the team? Otherwise, he would have to spend a lot of time fighting with his teammates every day, so how could he ensure the efficiency of playing football?

"So, football is a part of life, but it's not just football in life. Enjoy your time at Metz. Even if you get setbacks on the court, it doesn't matter. When your life is in a mess, don't expect you to play well." Meli patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder.

Chu Zhongtian felt that what Meili said should be right, but he was young and could not understand all of this. But it doesn’t matter, he can write it down and put it in his mind, and then slowly understand and digest it in the future.

"Thank you, Mr. Merry."

"Idiot, don't say thank you in the future. Remember, I'm doing it for you because I can make more money, ha! You're okay, so too."

Chu Zhongtian suddenly remembered an advertisement and he had a cold war.

The night fell, Chu Zhongtian passed by the first day at Metz. The city gave him a warning on the first day of his arrival. What else is waiting for him next?
Chapter completed!