Chapter 362 Mai Di, Do You Want to Be an Idol?

After staying at Dortmund's youth training base for a day, Zhou Tiancheng saw that Nizamati didn't feel uncomfortable at all. This time, he was more confident that the decision to send this little guy out was definitely the right choice. Despite the language barrier, the little guy's focus on football is unmatched.

This is the most important prerequisite. The language barrier, this can be made up sooner or later, it is only a matter of time, but the concentration on football often determines the lower limit of a good seedling's future.

The core competitiveness in professional football is always ability. With Nizamiti's concentration, Zhou Tiancheng has great confidence in him. Even if he didn't have the fate to meet him in the first team in the future, he believed that Nizamati would definitely not be bad.

That's why he was also very generous. Before leaving, he gave old Aiding a sum of money, but old Aiding refused to accept it: "This won't work, you take it back, we absolutely can't take it."

Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "Uncle Ai Ding, if you treat me as a friend, you can take it. When there is always money, I will borrow it. Well, friendship sponsorship. In the future, Maiti will make a lot of money, but let him pay it back. Mine, haha!"

Old Aiding sighed softly, how could he not understand that Zhou Tiancheng's words were a joke, but he still resolutely pushed back: "I'll be home in two days, and I don't have much money to spend, take it back." .Your kindness to our family is already heavy enough."

Old Aiding looked at his own boy, fortunately he heard many parents who came to visit his children like him these days cheering for his son's performance, he felt quite relieved, at least this performance was not embarrassing.

For Nizametti, he has a lot of work to do next. After the training, he was taken to the outfield of the Westphalon Stadium. The ball boy can't do it just by going there, he has to go through training.

Of course, in addition to the simple work of throwing the ball inward from the sidelines, there is another link that children like - they can hold hands with their favorite stars and walk into the stadium at close range.

"Children, congratulations, you are very lucky. Maybe some of you will actually be able to play in the Westfalen Stadium in the future - as a Dortmund player. Why do you say that you are luckier than other children? Because you will soon be better than them." Experienced this feeling earlier, can you tell me, which player do you like the most?"

The staff of the club asked with a smile, and the voices of several children were noisy. It is obvious that they have their own favorites, but the pronunciation of "ZHOU" should be clearer.

Only Nizamiti didn't respond.

His abnormal behavior caused the staff to look at him more, and then asked: "Now there is a real chance to set foot on the Westphalon Stadium, are you nervous?"

Many children shook their heads,

Nizamati still didn't respond, as if he was just a mess, what are you doing? none of my business.

This time the other party found it interesting. Others could see from his blinking eyes that he was definitely not so nervous that he even forgot to answer, let alone an IQ problem, that would be too insulting to Dortmund. So the other party came over, squinted his eyes and smiled and asked, "Aha! Chinese kid? Is Zhou your idol?"

Matty bit her finger lightly, but still didn't answer.

The other party felt that he had shown his face, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a short video of Zhou Tiancheng's game, held it in front of Nizamati and smiled and asked: "Hahaha, child, look, you must Know him, want to shake his hand? I can arrange it!"

When Nizamati saw Zhou Tiancheng showing his muscles to the stands, his eyes lit up instantly, and he followed Zhou Tiancheng's example and showed off his muscles.

The other party touched his head and asked with a smile, "Are you nervous?"

Nizamet shook his head subconsciously. He still can't understand German very well, so the child always subconsciously denies it, in order to protect himself in front of strangers.

Behind him are two teammates from team C who were selected through that confrontation with him, a little black with black blood, and a local kid with a high nose bridge and white skin. Nizamati's appearance suits Xiao Hei's taste very well. He winked at him and seemed to have a good relationship, but the white-skinned kid obviously had some problems with Nizamiti, so he snorted coldly: "Pretend How cruel, Chinese boy! Do you want to play football well? Haha, hahaha!"

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For Dortmund, Nuremberg is an opponent that couldn't be simpler. It can be said that unless Dortmund kills himself and scores an own goal, there is almost no possibility of missing in Westphalia.

But for Nizamati, this game is absolutely different. Holding Zhou Tiancheng's hand, he walked into the Westphalian Stadium.

When they entered the field, Nizamet was taken aback by the deafening cheers.

He doesn't have much feeling for the history and inheritance of the Westphalon Stadium. After all, he has been here for too short a time, so it's hard to say what he feels.

But the real atmosphere at the scene can really make him feel excited and generate strong curiosity.

"Brother Tiancheng, what are they shouting?" Nizamati asked with his head tilted.

"Ha! Matty, are you scared?"

Nizamiti shook his head: "It's just so noisy!"

Zhou Tiancheng said with a smile: "This is the real game! Matty, this is what a real football field is like. Many people will come to watch you play. It must be different from Desert Wolves."

Nizameti nodded, half understanding: "Then what are they shouting? I don't understand!"

"They..."

Ying and the live DJ, all the fans shouted unanimously: "Zhou! Zhou! Zhou!!!"

"Hehe, they are calling my name." Zhou Tiancheng patted Mai Ti's head.

"Really? Why?"

"Because... I am the idol here! Matt, do you want to be an idol?"

"Brother Tian Cheng, what is an idol?"

Zhou Tiancheng pointed to a portrait of him held up in the stands, and said, "Did you see that, is it me? An idol, that is, everyone worships you, just like the Desert Wolves football team, you are everyone Boss, here, if you can become an idol, everyone will know your name, and they will hold up your portrait in every game like welcoming a hero, and many, many people will ask you to sign, and then You can go to TV and newspapers every day..."

"I am willing! I am willing, brother Tiancheng, I want to be famous!" Nizamati shouted while grabbing Zhou Tiancheng.

"Haha, brat, you're not so young." Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "I like this kind of atmosphere, at least you have to be as good as me."

"I can do it!"

Zhou Tiancheng patted him lightly: "Look, let me show you a demonstration, little guy, you are still far behind!"

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