Win yourself, you will win everything in the future. You are like a proud warrior. Holding your head up to the crowd, the most painful understanding will also make you extremely happy tomorrow and the future will be further tomorrow. You have more expectations...

Who is humming a song? Zhang Jun opened his eyes with great effort, but saw an endless blue sky.

"Are you awake?" A nice voice sounded in his ears, and he turned his head and found a girl sitting next to him. The singing should have come from her, but because he turned his back to himself, he couldn't see his face and didn't know who it was.

However, the clothes she wore were a little familiar, and she seemed to have seen them somewhere. Zhang Jun was still guessing who this girl was, and she started humming songs again.

...

The journey of the new journey is long. You still need to take care of yourself. In the minute when you are most tired, you will hear the sound of the victory. The wind and rainy night is cold and it cannot stop the blood boiling. When the morning is dawn, you sing to everyone who loves you...

What exactly is she singing? Zhang Jun felt a little headache. What did she do when she sang this song? Show me what she wanted me to do?

When Zhang Jun shook his head, he realized that he was lying on the grass. The grass was so soft, the wind was so light, and the sun was so warm. He just wanted to lie down like this and couldn't get up...

Suddenly the singing stopped abruptly, the girl stopped for a moment, and then she asked, "Zhang Jun, do you like football?"

Zhang Jun was suddenly stopped asking, and he didn't answer anything, just staring at the girl with long hair. After watching this for a long time, he found that the girl looked good from behind, but...

I look like there are too many good girls behind me. If you have the ability, turn your head back and let me see if you are consistent? But don’t look like a flower...

"Anyway, I like football, haha!" the girl said again, and turned around as Zhang Jun wished.

Then when Zhang Jun saw the girl's face, he was stunned again... No, this time it seemed that it was petrified.

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On that first-year high school morning, he and A Biao lay bored on the railings of the corridor on the second floor. A Biao angrily expressed his disappointment that there were no beauties in this class. Then they saw her, the girl who A Biao thought was only beautiful on her back. That morning, as it was now, the sun shining on her white skin, which looked particularly dazzling, so dazzling that people dared not look at her smile.

"Because I like football!" She also said that day in the corridor. She joined the Shuguang Football Team because of her words. She has become the number one scorer of the National Olympic Team until today. He has never regretted it all the way, because there are a group of good brothers and she has always been by his side.

If it weren't for your words and smile, I would never dare to imagine my future now. Thank you, Sophie... Looking at Sophie's smiling face, Zhang Jun thought foolishly.

Suddenly he felt a headache again, accompanied by irresistible sleepiness. He wanted to sleep, but he wanted to sleep very much.

Sophie discovered his abnormality and tried to hold Zhang Jun, but she suddenly realized that she could not catch him. No matter how hard she tried, she was always a little bit away from his hands.

Then she watched Zhang Jun go away little by little, becoming more and more blurry...

Sophie opened her eyes suddenly. She did not sit on the soft grass, nor did she hum, and Zhang Jun did not lie beside her basking in the sun. It was four o'clock in the morning, and there was no sunshine or light breeze. She was still lying in the dormitory of US University, and it turned out to be just a dream... Sophie wiped the sweat on her forehead, and her back was soaked with sweat. The fan could not be used. This summer night was so boring that it made people unable to sleep.

Why do you have such a dream? Sophie sat up from the bed, and she was more than an hour before Tianming, but she couldn't sleep. She got off the bed with her hands, then walked to the window, supported her hands on the windowsill, and poked her head slightly out to let the wind outside dissipate the boredom.

It was still dark, and the sunshine in the east could not shine here yet, but now you can see the brilliant starlight in the sky. Sophie turned her gaze to the starry sky in the west.

Zhang Jun, which star is you there?

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When the reporters waiting at the hospital gate were all a little tired, the door was pushed open, and the sound made by them cheered up all Chinese journalists. The people who were still yawning one after another immediately picked up the machine and looked nervously at the dim door. What kind of future will emerge from there?

Ceyen opened the door and saw a large number of Chinese and Dutch journalists. He had seen many such scenes, and it was the same when he was treating Ronaldo. He walked down the steps and walked directly to his office building.

The reporters immediately surrounded them, and microphones with various signs reached towards Seyn. The reporters' questions were like machine guns fired continuously, and the bullets were naturally their spits.

"Doctor Ceyen, how is the operation?" This is probably the most concerned issue for everyone, and it is naturally ranked first by all reporters.

After asking this question, no one asked again. Everyone was waiting for Seyn's answer. He could not continue without answering the following questions, because those were based on whether Zhang Jun's surgery was successful.

Seyung indeed stopped and looked at the reporters full of expectations. "Is Zhang Jun's surgery?"

A reporter couldn't wait to nod, as if the other party could speak out quickly.

"Then..." Sai Yang said expressionlessly, "his surgery can be said to be successful, but it will take some time to observe."

The reporters were stunned for a moment, and then burst into warm cheers, "Long live! It's successful!" "Great! It's great!"

Sai Yang walked away in this crazy celebration. When the reporters discovered it, only one female nurse who had been standing aside reminded everyone: "Please go to the conference room. Mr. Sai Yang will give a press conference on this operation."

The reporters screamed and rushed to the press conference like a hunter who was rushing to return to the village to share.

"It's so strange. A group of reporters shouted, but they really didn't look like a reporter!" A young nurse looked at these Chinese reporters and said disdainfully.

"No." The nurse who conveyed the message said with a smile. "That's because they had great hope for the young man named Zhang Jun, that they would behave like this after hearing the news of the successful operation. It's really not easy for that twenty-two-year-old child, what are so many people looking forward to for him."

"But Mr. Seynn is so tired and almost exhausted, they don't even have a word of thanks, which is too unreasonable!"

"Haha! Forgive them, they are immersed in great happiness." The older nurse smiled. At this time, she saw a person suddenly standing in the crowd. He turned to look at him, and then bowed to him very respectfully.

Wang Hua found that there was no Li Yan by his side, so he stopped and turned around to look for him, but he happened to see Li Yan turning around and chasing him.

"What are you doing? There is no good place to go."

"The shoelaces are tied up only after they are broken." Li Yan said with a smile.

"Shoelaces?" Wang Hua lowered his head strangely. Sure enough, this kid was wearing leather shoes without shoelaces, so how could he disperse? "You just..."

"Let's go! There is no good position for dragging lazily!" Li Yan accelerated his speed.

It was almost midnight, but for these reporters, it was another sleepless night.

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"Cy Young said the operation was very successful, and the ligaments in the torn part were completely connected. However, to be on the safe side, it is still in the observation period after the operation. In order to give Zhang Jun a full rest and postoperative recovery, he declined all interviews and photographs against Zhang Jun, and we can only take pictures of the appearance of this hospital..."

Cheers and applause broke out in the cafeteria of US University again. It was lunch time, but the "Sports News" at noon was obviously more attractive than the food. Everyone stared at the small TV screen with their necks tilted.

The roommate wanted to share the joy with Sophie, but she called for a long time but didn't see Sophie respond. She took her eyes off the TV, but was shocked: "Hey? Where is Sophie? She was still next to me just now!"

Another roommate pointed at the door: "Just while they were all watching TV, she had already left and was in a hurry. Are you going to find her?"

She looked at the empty seat, then looked at the door that was still swaying, and then shook her head: "Don't, let's have a meal."

Sophie ran to the school football field in one breath. It was noon now, and everyone was crowded in the cafeteria where they could watch TV to watch sports news at noon. There was no one on the court, very empty and very quiet.

Sophie couldn't explain why she chose to run here instead of going back to the dormitory directly. When she saw the news, she only knew that she had to leave the cafeteria, otherwise she would be afraid that she would cry in front of her roommates. Whether it was sad or happy, she was a strong person in the eyes of her roommates. She didn't want them to see herself crying, that was not good. But why was it not good? What was wrong? Sophie couldn't say it. She just simply didn't want others to see her tears, which could see through the tears in her heart.

Sophie sat in the stands, looking at the green artificial turf court below. She didn't cry loudly - that was not her style, she just sat quietly and shed tears quietly. The worry that day and night over the past few days was released because of the sentence "Zhang Jun's left ankle ligament surgery was very successful", and she could finally feel relieved.

Sophie is not a crying girl, but sometimes it is not good for her body if she doesn't cry.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks and fell on the back of her hand.

I don’t know how long it took, Sophie stood up. She must have thought a lot just now, thinking about the little things she was with Zhang Jun. From the evening when they first met until now, I have passed a lot, but the relationship between the two has not changed, so I am very happy.

Sophie gently wiped away the tears from her face, then walked down the stands, walked through the football field, and disappeared at the exit of the stadium.

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"Is the operation successful?" Qiu Suhui murmured at the rain outside the window. The weather in Malaysia is so annoying. The sun was so bright that it made people want to sunbathe, but now it suddenly rains heavily.

"It's really a funny weather!" Qiu Suhui stood up and stretched, then shouted to the next door: "Old Hu! Come down with me to have a cup of coffee!"

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A cup of fragrant Blue Mountain coffee was still steaming slowly. But the owner of the coffee had no intention of tasting it, and he was answering the phone.

"Well, I know. Thank you Sister Hua! Oh, by the way. How was Zhang Jun's surgery?" Li Yongle asked, "Is that true? That's it? That's great! Haha, many people can rest assured now. Regarding the issue of going abroad, I think it's enough to be beneficial to my development, but if there is an invitation from Inter Milan, please help me pay attention, okay? Because that is the team I like. If I can play football there, I'm willing to play in the Youth League!"

"Okay, then I'll ask Sister Hua to worry about my business. Goodbye." Li Yongle hung up the phone and gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

Then he picked up the cup and took a sip. The rain outside the window was drizzling, and only the sound of crackling outside was heard. The rain made him feel irritated. Fortunately, there was a cup of warm coffee that could calm himself down gradually in the strong aroma of coffee.

The operation of Zhang Jun was successful, the National Olympic Team also qualified early, and the matter of playing football abroad was also progressing smoothly under the arrangement of Sister Hua.

Good things come one after another, and the feeling is like this cup of Blue Mountain coffee: aromatic, gentle, smooth and thick.

Suddenly, two girls came up timidly to ask him to sign. Li Yongle glanced at the two of them, and they were immediately embarrassed and couldn't even explain clearly. "We...we are the Chinese team, ah, and you are also your fans! I...we want to ask you to sign an autograph, okay, okay?"

Li Yongle smiled at them, lowered his head and signed his name on the national Olympic team jersey he handed over. After signing, he handed it back to the two of them, but they said a little embarrassedly: "Can you ask you to sign... and sign some blessings?"

"Why do you wish you a blessing? What should you sign?" Li Yongle asked.

"Sui, whatever you want. Write whatever you want." The two girls probably think that for players like Li Yongle, it would be great to sign them. It is really unreasonable to ask for this and that.

But Li Yongle didn't say anything, thought for a while, then lowered his head and wrote on his jersey: "I wish you good health and happiness every day!"

This sentence is really vulgar and is used indiscriminately at the end of each letter, but now it is Li Yongle's truth.

Being healthy and being happy every day is more important than anything else, and not everyone can have it, such as Zhang Jun.

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"Old Hu, what do you think of Li Yongle?" Qiu Suhui and Hu Li sat on the other side of the cafe, looking at Li Yongle who was still signing the fans from a distance.

"Well, a pretty good kid. Although he doesn't like talking, he is very good to people and has a good reputation..."

Qiu Suhui coughed gently and interrupted Hu Li's "evaluation": "I don't mean that, Lao Hu. I want to hear what you think of him as a player and his potential?"

"What do you think?" Lao Hu smiled, "I really admire your vision. I just trained an unknown college student to become the core of the midfield of the National Olympic Games. Sure enough, I admire..."

Qiu Suhui interrupted Hu Li's words with a cough again: "Old Hu... I mean, what do you think about him going abroad to play football?" Hu Li has been Qiu Suhui's partner for so long, and it is impossible for him not to know what he said. He must be using pretending to be stupid to protest against Qiu Suhui forcibly pulling him out of bed just now, stirring up his dream.

Hu Li stopped making trouble, and he calmly expressed his opinion. "I think it's not a good thing for him to go abroad now."

"Oh? Why?"

"He doesn't have any experience in playing in a professional team. If he goes outside directly, he may not be able to adapt, which will affect his future development."

"But think of Zhang Jun, Yang Pan..."

"When they went abroad, no one paid attention to them, so they were under pressure outside, so they could develop slowly and take steps forward. But now the environment is different. Li Yongle will receive a lot of attention when he goes abroad. Wherever he goes, there will be many Chinese journalists coming over. In this way, his pressure will be very high, and a little mistake will be pointed out by thousands of people..."

"Haha! I know what you are worried about. Although the enthusiastic news media are always helping, Li Yongle is different, completely different from Zhang Jun." Qiu Suhui took a sip of coffee and continued, "No matter how he looks at him outside, he will always follow his own choice. He is very strong and patient, so he is better than Zhang Jun in terms of environmental adaptation. No matter where he goes, as long as he has a good football atmosphere, he can make progress. But on the contrary, if he continues to be in China..."
To be continued...