Chapter 1 Don't Forget Your Original Intention

When Zhou Yi stood outside the youth team training ground at the Braker training base, Tim Kiester smiled and said to him: "How is it? The training facilities here are better than the artificial grass field in La Masia." Bar?"

He is still worried about Barcelona's attempt to forcibly dismantle Zhouyi and Dortmund, and he has to mock Barcelona both in and out of words.

Zhou Yi looked up.

This is Durtmont's training base. The training ground is in the shape of a ladder, and one training ground is higher than the other. The highest piece is the first team training ground, and there is a slope outside the first team training ground. Just like the terraced fields, looking around, it is lush green.

They arrived in Dortmund yesterday after more than ten hours of flight and transit, and today they came to the small town of Braker on the outskirts of Dortmund, which is where the Dortmund club's training base is located.

But this is not Tim Kiester's decision, but Zhou Yi's initiative.

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

It is not an exaggeration to describe the Brakel training base as picturesque, but the last time I went around in several European countries, Zhou Yi has discovered that many places abroad can be described as picturesque, so there is nothing wrong with it. Surprised and admired, it becomes numb after getting used to it. This is the ordinary living environment of people.

Europe is sparsely populated, and most of the industrial facilities have been moved to the third world countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America. It is normal to have such a scene. I think back when they were in the industrial revolution, the environment was worse than the current third world countries...

But Zhou Yi didn't think too much about it. He felt that being in such a beautiful place made him very eager to play football, so he wanted to rush to the training ground to play wild.

"When do we start training, Mr. Keester?" he asked.

"No hurry, Zhou Yi. We still 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..."

"Is it okay to have a physical examination?" Zhou Yi was a little surprised. He thought that the signing of the youth team should not be so strict. Isn't the medical examination something that only first-team stars enjoy?

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

"Let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory building. You can live in the training base until you find a new place to live. Now the youth team hasn't come yet, and the empty training ground is nothing to see. I still want to find you a German teacher,

Language is the first problem you have to face, much more important than football. Did you read the Chinese-German dictionary I brought you while you were at home? "

"Look. I can memorize quite a few words. And I've got a knack for German pronunciation!"

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

"That is to get a mouthful of phlegm in your mouth before pronouncing it!" Zhou Yi said with a "cough" and then said a German word for "goal" "", "Does it look like an authentic German said it?" ?”

Kester almost choked on his own saliva...

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

"No, no, it's different. The phlegm in the mouth of the French seems to be coughed up at any time, while the phlegm in the Germans' mouth is at the base of the tongue... There is a difference, even if the difference is subtle..." Zhou Yi was serious explained. "For example, 'Hello' in French, listen to the sound, 'Bo'. Does it sound like I'm going to spit on your face at any time?"

Keist just wanted to end the topic: "Can we stop discussing such disgusting things, Zhou Yi?"

After getting in touch with Zhou Yi for a period of time, although Kester has adapted to it, sometimes he still can't accept Zhou Yi's way of thinking...

"Okay, listen to you, Mr. Keester." Zhou Yi obediently ended this topic about phlegm in his mouth.

"Let's go, see the two-story building over there? That's the building for the youth team. There are youth team locker rooms and dormitories for the youth team, but there are not many rooms. Because most people They are locals, and they all go home to live. But now no one lives here, and players who are not locals are renting houses outside, so you will be the only resident here." Kist pointed to the opposite side of the youth team training ground Xiaolou said.

"Wow. Will it be scary at night?" Zhou Yi couldn't help shivering when he thought of the silence here at night, and there was only one person in the huge training base.

"Actually, we still have security guards here..." Kiester also felt that it was not very reassuring to let Zhou Yi live alone in the dormitory building...but he still decided to take Zhou Yi to have a look, because he had just arrived in Dortmund, It was not so quick to find him a house to live in. Always stay in a hostel for a while.

They had just walked into the small building when a blond boy wearing a Dortmund yellow jersey walked up to him. Seeing the two people coming in, he froze for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "It's you! Number sixteen!"

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 would be great! Our youth team will definitely be stronger with you!"

He babbled with phlegm in his mouth, but Zhou Yi didn't understand a word. He looked at the other party blankly, then turned his head to Kester, asking for an interpreter.

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

"Mark Wagner." Zhou Yi called out the person'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?" Kist was even more surprised.

"He was a Dortmund youth team player, right? We played against the Dortmund youth team and he was on the bench."

Kister stared at Zhou Yi suspiciously. It was really hard for him to believe that Zhou Yi knew the name of a Dortmund youth team substitute player who had only met once.

But this explanation is really impeccable, and he can't find any problems, so he can only accept Zhou Yi's answer. Let's think that Zhou Yi has the ability of photographic memory...

And the blond kid on the opposite side was even happier when he heard Zhou Yi accurately call out his name. He put his arm around Zhou Yi's shoulder directly: "You know my name! That's amazing! Unbelievable! I thought you only knew Mali Oh! After all, he exchanged jerseys with you..."

He chattered endlessly in Zhou Yi's ear, which made Zhou Yi think of Sun Pan. In terms of chatter and enthusiasm, he really resembled that kid...

For this reason, Zhou Yi didn't hate this Mark Wagner. On the contrary, I feel very kind.

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

Mark Wagner said seriously: "I am a fan of Zhou. His performance in that game impressed me!"

Mark Wagner's answer would be inconceivable if someone else listened to it, but for Kist, this answer was not surprising. Because he himself is considered half of Zhou Yi's fan.

Just as he was talking, there was a crisp sound of sneakers hitting the floor behind him, and a group of youth team players wearing Dortmund jerseys came out of the locker room. Ready to train.

When Mark Wagner saw everyone, he waved his hands enthusiastically and shouted: "Hi! Guys! Come and see! Number sixteen! Number sixteen!"

Under his warm greeting, all the youth team players who came out surrounded him, and many of them really recognized Zhou Yi.

"It's really him!"

"Hey Sixteen!"

...

Everyone was chattering, and Zhou Yi also greeted everyone in the German he had just learned: "Hello, hello, hello..."

It's almost like spitting on each other...

Kester had to come forward to interrupt this kind of conversation: "Okay, boys, you go to training. I have to take Zhou Yi to see the dormitory..."

"Look at the dormitory? Is he really one of us?" Mark was pleasantly surprised.

"Of course, if you pass the medical examination," Kiester said.

"Oh! It's great!" Mark was very happy. He put his arms around Zhou Yi and said, "Don't look at any dormitory, I promise you won't want to live in this kind of place! Go live in my house! I have a vacant room in my house!"

Kist also became interested when he heard Wagner say this: "Is your house in compliance with the regulations, Mark?"

"Why doesn't it fit? Our family is also registered in the club!"

Generally speaking, the club will find some residents to live with the local residents for those foreign youth team players, which will help these young players quickly integrate into the society and be in a German-speaking environment at the same time. It is also beneficial to their language learning.

Of course, for such a residence, the whole family must be Dortmund fans, which is a mandatory requirement. In addition, if there is only one daughter in the family, it will not work. Because young players are full of energy. The ghost knows what kind of sparks will be created when the lonely man and the widow are together. Although love is free, it would be bad if it hurt the feelings of both parties.

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

"Is it okay?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Of course, residential housing is also a way for the club to encourage. If you want. Then I will let the club go through the formalities."

Zhou Yi turned his head and looked at Mark, who had been hugging him and chattering non-stop. He was not disgusted with this enthusiastic peer who looked like Sun Pan, so he nodded: "I have no problem."

"Okay, then I will take you to go through the formalities, so that you can move out of the hotel tomorrow. Living with teammates from the youth team, I believe it will also help you integrate into the team."

Kester said to Mark again: "Let me say yes first, don't spoil Zhou Yi, he is a very simple child!"

"Don't worry, sir. I'm his fan!" Mark assured, patting his chest.

So, the question of where Zhou Yi lived in Dortmund was decided happily.

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

"I've heard what Tim said. I'm glad you chose Dortmund, young man." Seeing Zhou Yi was very happy, Rickon offered to shake his hand. "I think you will never regret your choice in the future!"

"I hope so, Mr. Rickon."

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

Zhou Yi didn't even look at it, because Kist had already explained the specific details of the contract to him. Of course, Kist is from Dortmund, so maybe he will deliberately ignore those terms that are more beneficial to Dortmund.

But Zhou Yi still believed in Kistor's character.

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

After signing, Zhou Yi was about to put down the pen, but Ricken stopped him: "I'll give you a souvenir, Zhou Yi. This is the first time you signed a contract with a professional club, right? Just keep this pen for yourself."

Zhou Yi looked at the Montblanc pen in his hand, and said hesitantly, "Then I'll be rude?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Rickon smiled and waved his hands.

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

Rickon watched Zhou Yi put away the pen, and asked him: "By the way, Zhou Yi, what size do you want to wear in the team? It may not be available now, but you can tell me, if you have, I can give it to you. "

Zhou Yi thought for a while, and then asked, "Is there number 23?"

Rickon nodded: "Of course."

But he was surprised at the same time: "Why is it number 23? I thought you would choose number 16."

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

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

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

Among the twenty-three people, he is the weakest, so he can only be assigned No. 23, which is the last number in the country, representing a substitute for a substitute.

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

Although he has become a player of Dortmund's youth team, he is still a long way from real professional football.

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

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ps, the first chapter of the second volume, new journey, new starting point, don't forget the original intention! thanks for your support! Let us embark on the journey together and never forget our original intention! (Still asking for a monthly ticket...)

In addition, this chapter is dedicated to the new leader [Wind and Rain → Flower Fragrance], thank you for your generous reward! (~^~)

ps: The first chapter of the second volume, a new journey, a new starting point, don't forget your original intention! thanks for your support! Let us embark on the journey together and never forget our original intention! (Let’s ask for a monthly pass...) In addition, this chapter is dedicated to the new lord [Wind and Rain→Flower Fragrance], thank you for your generous reward!