Chapter 69 Professional Contracts

After the final, the team returned to Dortmund the next day with the championship trophy.

Unlike the grand parade after the first team wins the championship, the Dortmund youth team who won the championship did not have fans to greet them along the road.

They drove directly back to the Brakel training base without cheers, applause, flowers or beauties.

However, the players of the youth team seem to have gotten used to this situation of no applause, and no one complained.

At the same time, this is also one of the motivations for them to want to enter the first team-who wants to remain unknown in the youth team? Who doesn't hope that he can become a real star in the first team and win the cheers of the crowd?

At the Braker training base, Yebara said to all the team members who got off the bus in front of the bus: "Two champions, this season could not be better for you, and I am also very happy that we can achieve such good results. The championship is a very good reward for us. Now, thank you for your hard work this season, you can take a good rest for a while, on July 15th, let us regroup. Now, disband!"

The players cheered excitedly, finally they can take a good rest for a while!

"Great!" Mark clapped his hands and asked Zhou Yi next to him, "Zhou Yi, are you going home?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yi nodded. Eight months, 8,000 kilometers, this is the longest and farthest time he has been away from home, and he does feel a little homesick. Of course, it is also indispensable to go home and show off what you have achieved in Germany. "Mark, do you want to go to China with me?"

Zhou Yi sent an invitation to Mark.

He often bragged to Mark how developed and modern China is now, and he also said that he would take Mark to China for a while, to take him to see a real modern international metropolis, and to taste some Chinese delicacies.

Mark also expressed a strong desire to go to China at that time.

So Zhou Yi felt that Mark would agree happily.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi was a little surprised by Mark's reaction, and he shook his head!

"Uh, forget it, Zhou Yi."

"Why, are you afraid that I will take you to China to sell?" Zhou Yi was surprised. "Don't worry. You can't sell your looks in China."

Mark rolled his eyes, and then explained seriously: "It's not for this reason, Zhou Yi. Actually, I won't go anywhere this holiday.

Just stay in Dortmund, stay at home. Although I really want to go to China. But this summer, I think there are more important things than going to China. "

"whats the matter?"

"These eight months are the eight months I have improved the most, Zhou Yi. Thank you for your help. But I think my progress is still not fast enough, not good enough. So I want to use the holiday time to improve my ability at home .Whether it’s physical or technical…” Mark said. "So, China can only go next time, Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yi didn't expect Mark to be so self-conscious. He froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's good. If I hadn't been homesick, I'd have stayed with you. Mark! Because I don't think I'm strong enough either!"

Seeing that Zhou Yi praised his actions, Mark scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Say hello to my uncle and aunt, Zhou Yi. I will definitely accompany you back to China next summer!"

"That's good. Don't release me as a pigeon next year!"

"sure!"

※ ※ ※

Zhou Yi, who returned to Mark's house, couldn't wait to dial the landline at home.

This time is 1:30 p.m. local time in Dortmund, and in China, it is 7:30 p.m. Beijing time.

It happened that his parents had come home from get off work.

The phone rang three times and was picked up.

"Hello, who is it?" It was Dad's voice that rang on the phone.

"Dad. It's me, Zhou Yi." Zhou Yi said.

"Hey, do you know that you have called home?" Zhou Jianliang's tone changed when he heard his son's voice.

Li Cuiyun, who was busy next to her, also stopped what she was doing when she heard this, and listened attentively.

Zhou Jianliang noticed his wife's little gesture, so he turned on the speakerphone and put down the microphone.

Immediately, Zhou Yi's somewhat genuine voice sounded over there: "International long-distance calls are too expensive, am I saving you money..."

"Since you think international long-distance is expensive, let's get down to business."

"Ah, we just won the league championship, Dad. Double champion! Cock or not?"

Zhou Jianliang didn't expect Zhou Yi to use this word, so he coughed in embarrassment. Li Cuiyun's voice sounded next to her: "It turns out that both of you father and son usually talk like this."

Zhou Yi on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment when he heard his mother's voice suddenly, and then quickly changed his words: "No, no, mom. I just won the double crown, and I'm a little excited. Ha, I'm a little excited. I usually talk to Dad always has a very serious attitude when chatting... Then what, our season is over, we have half a month off, I plan to come back..."

"Are you coming back?" Zhou Jianliang was a little surprised. "That's good, hurry up and book a plane ticket! What do you want to eat, tell your mother to make it for you!"

"Meat, lots and lots of meat!"

"Aren't you going to be a professional player? Eating so much meat makes you gain weight easily..." Zhou Jianliang suddenly realized, "You still want to gain weight?"

"Well, the coach said I'm still a little skinny."

"Okay, then just eat beef." Zhou Jianliang glanced at Li Cuiyun. The wife has already written the recipe in the notebook, and at the same time asked without looking up: "When will you be able to go to the first team, Zhou Yi? When you left, didn't the school reserve your student status for one year?"

"Hey, mom, I've already won two championships in the youth team. Why go back and study!" Zhou Yi, who has just become a double champion, is now full of information. He didn't dare to say such things in front of his mother before.

Zhou Jianliang, on the other hand, looked at his wife nervously, for fear that she would get angry.

"Oh, good." Unexpectedly, Li Cuiyun just asked, and didn't want to say anything.

Zhou Jianliang breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhou Yi was a little surprised by his mother's reaction, and the phone fell silent for a while.

Li Cuiyun asked: "Is there anything else?"

"Uh... gone." Zhou Yi replied.

"Hang up if it's gone, what about international calls." Li Cuiyun was also thinking about the fact that international calls are more expensive than domestic calls.

"okay……"

Zhou Yi hung up the phone obediently, holding the receiver, he was still in a daze—why didn't his mother say anything about his idea of ​​not going back to school? Usually, she would always teach herself a few words.

Don't think about it if you don't understand it well. Anyway, it's a good thing for Zhou Yi himself that his mother didn't nagging.

Zhou Yi put down the phone and was about to go upstairs to book a flight ticket back home. Just as he was going upstairs, the phone downstairs rang again.

Mrs. Wagner, who was baking cookies in the kitchen, came out to answer the phone while wiping her hands, but Zhou Yi did not stop.

But as soon as he walked to the door of his room, he heard Mrs. Wagner shout: "Zhouyi! Zhouyi! Come down and answer the phone!"

Zhou Yi was surprised that no one would ever call Mark's house to find him...

He went downstairs suspiciously, and saw Mrs. Wagner winking at him with a microphone: "The club is calling."

Zhou Yi took the microphone: "Hi, I'm Zhou Yi."

"Hi, Zhou Yi, I'm Rickon."

"Ah, Mr. Liken." Zhou Yi didn't expect that it was Lars Liken, the director of youth training, who called him. "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Well, can you and Mark Wagner come to the club in the afternoon?"

"Brackel?"

"right."

Zhou Yi was very strange: "This...can I ask what it is, Mr. Liken?"

"Of course, good news, the club intends to sign professional contracts with the two of you."

Zhou Yi was stunned holding the phone receiver.

"Hello, Zhou Yi? Are you still there?" Riken didn't hear Zhou Yi's words, so he thought he was disconnected.

Then he heard Zhou Yi's wolf howl from over there.

"——!"

The sudden voice scared Rickon almost to the ground and dropped the mobile phone in his hand. Even if he quickly took the phone away from his ear, he was still grinning from the shock.

※ ※ ※

Mark is playing a game in his room. Dortmund under his control is playing the Champions League final against Barcelona. In the 88th minute of the game, the score is still 0:1. Dortmund is behind Barcelona.

Mark looks nervous - he forgot to save before this match! Losing this game would mean all his hard work this season was in vain and Dortmund would lose the club's highest honor, the Champions League.

He was so anxious that he almost squeezed the handle out of the water.

That's when, after a clever and shit-lucky pass, Marc emptied the football into the Barcelona penalty area, where his later re-established avatar caught the ball.

Ready to shoot!

Just when he was about to press the shooting button, suddenly!

A sudden wolf howl came from downstairs outside the door!

"——!"

Mark, whose palms were already sweaty while holding the handle, tragically slipped when he pressed the shooting button... The handle flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

In the game, he froze in place after catching the ball, without any action, and then the ball was cut off by Barcelona's central defender Pique... (To be continued.) Enable new website