Chapter 725: Volume 6: Crimson

"Twain!" An angry voice rang in his ears, waking him up from the chaos.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with black-rimmed glasses and a bald head who looked much older than his actual age. This guy is so familiar...

Wait, isn't this the department head in my company?

Huh?

Tang En looked around, and cubicles separated by desks appeared in front of him. Everyone looked up to this side, and after seeing Tang En, they all chose to lower their heads and continue to work on their own affairs.

Isn't this where I used to work?

Tang En was no stranger to this place. After graduating from university, he found a lot of jobs, and the last job he got stable was doing copywriting here.

"You stayed up late to watch the ball again? Where do you think this is, Tang En! This is the company! It's not your bed!" The supervisor found that Tang En didn't look at him at all, and couldn't help being furious, and leaned down to face Tang En. En Yitong scolded angrily.

Tang En turned his head towards him this time, but the focus of his eyes was not on him.

He is still dazed.

...Why did I appear here? Shouldn't I be directing the game from the dugout at City Stadium? Where's Don? What about Chris Lark? And my players, where are they? Did Newcastle equalize...

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped thinking.

There is still some dull pain in the heart.

Ah, it was all a dream...

The corners of his mouth curled up.

It was a dream... Should I say "That's great" next, or do I feel a little regretful?

George Wood, Sophia, Michael, Gavin, Don, Des Walker, Kenny Burns...and Shania, they are all characters that I imagined and only appeared in my dreams. How could it be possible for a small staff member who was living in China to become a super coach who commanded a team to upgrade and win the Champions League twice in a row? How could a beautiful, lively and lovely world supermodel and big star fall in love with a worthless nerd like me? What is it if it is not a daydream?

Nothing happened, so I have nothing to lose.

But the pain was more pronounced. I don't know why, but my heart is empty.

—I gave you a chance, boy. But whether you can become the best player in England is up to you.

— Hey, Tony! If we're not in the Premier League next season, I don't mind showing you what it means to be a die-hard fan!

——When I have money in the future, I will definitely buy Nottingham Forest Club! Then ask you to be the head coach for life!

——The person buried here is the beloved son of Michael Bernard and Fiona Bernard, the most loyal fan of Nottingham Forest, and the eternal supporter of George Wood, Gavin Bernard Germany.

--victory! I just want to win! I just want a champion! Other than that, I don't accept any results! Let them be afraid to go! Let them curse us! The harder they scold, the stronger we are!

——It took Tony Twain and his team four years to go from England's second-tier league to the European championship. We seem to see the shadow of Brian Clough behind him... that glorious team once again appeared in our field of vision. ... This is not an accident, this is a red storm! Nottingham Forest, the team that has won the European Champions Cup for two consecutive years, is now in Europe for the third time!

—I'm so sorry, Tony. I'm afraid the club can't afford to meet your request... The economic crisis, we have no money.

—I can't wait... I love you, Uncle Tony, I love you.

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joke!

It made me laugh, cry, be happy, and feel sad. How could all these experiences that just happened to me come from a dream? Which dream has such a real feeling?

If there were such a real dream...

Then it is not called a "dream"!

That is real, this is a dream!

Tang En raised his head abruptly, staring at the department head who was still chattering in front of his eyes.

"...What kind of place do you think this is? Let's just find a kid like you who hasn't graduated from college for a few years! Don't think it's a big deal when you come in. Let me tell you, I opened you here, and there are hundreds of thousands of people outside. The people sharpen their heads and want to climb up to your position! One thousand yuan is too little for you, and there are countless people smashing their heads for seven hundred yuan! What are you looking at me for? Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, get out! You have been around for a long time! Your work ability is not very good, your temper is not small, you young people are getting worse and worse..."

Looking at the old face that was mingled with anger and fear, and a little distorted because of being too excited, Tang En suddenly smiled.

This is me in my dream... The grandson who has been pretending to be under this old man for a year, because of his unsociable personality, he has no part in any good deeds, and he is excluded everywhere at work. Those who have a good relationship with this old man can win Better bonuses and share, I can't save a few money for a year after hard work, and others can buy a car after a year as long as they have a good relationship with their boss. No matter how much dissatisfaction is in my heart, I dare not vent it, for fear that it will be difficult to find a job after losing it. The expectations of his parents and his own future seemed to be a heavy burden on his left and right shoulders, so he could only move forward slowly with his body bent.

Only now did he realize that this place was not suitable for him at all. He was completely different from those colleagues who were hiding their heads in fear in the cubicle. He doesn't belong here, he belongs to the battlefield full of passion and blood, pure men! One is one, two is two, a win is a win, a loss is a loss, the winner is king and the loser is Kou!

What is the meaning of nesting in this small cubicle? No matter how big the ambition, no matter how heroic the spirit is, and the original dream...all are bound by this cubicle, unable to break free. Then surrounded and assimilated by countless compartments like here, it gradually disappeared, disappeared, and could not be found, as if it had never appeared in life.

I have worked hard for half my life, and the money I saved can't even afford a toilet in a new house; the girlfriends of rich people change every day, and as long as they show the inventory in their wallets, those gorgeous, glamorous and sexy women can be seen. Butter flies. And I can only watch Japanese AV handjob, while imagining in my heart that God can give me a girl; I try my best to please my boss, say insincere words, and do things that violate my conscience and belief, just for the increasingly tense employment environment Now hold on to this small job; the older generation hates iron but steel, repeatedly emphasizing that you are the beat generation in a serious tone, and the younger generation speaks Martian language in a very non-mainstream way, saying, "You guys have already fallen. ⑤Hey, it’s suitable for us” (you are already outdated, this world belongs to us); BBQ at food stalls with beer poured, and open your mouth to scold Chinese football, this is the best way to vent your emotions...

The worst thing is that life has to go on like this, but so what?

Thirty does not stand, forty and confusion. Looking back, what did I do in my life and what did I leave behind? What will I do with the rest of my life?

The low office ceiling makes people breathless; the office cubicle limits people's thinking to a square inch of one meter by one meter, and if it exceeds, it is offside; the white energy-saving lights make everyone's faces here They all reflect a dying paleness, like fish out of water.

Tang En really wanted to laugh out loud.

This is where I used to work.

This is where I almost accepted my fate.

This is the dream! The wildest dreams!

He pushed away the department head who was standing in front of him, and walked straight out.

The supervisor, who was almost pushed to the ground by him, yelled angrily behind him: "Where are you going! It's working time now! Tang En! You boy...you dare to step out of this office, you will be fired today! Did you hear me! Fired! You're fired!!"

There was no sound in the 200-square-meter office hall, except for the heavy breathing of the old man. He may have never cursed so hoarsely and exhausted, as if he had fought three hundred rounds in bed with that aging wife who was as fierce as a tiger.

Tang En stopped at the door, then looked back at the poor department head, and smiled at him: "You don't care where I go, you bald man."

After saying this, he stepped out without looking back.

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"...I don't know if this is good news for the opponents of Nottingham Forest. Although I don't think this news makes people happy at all...Tony Twain directed the Forest team against Newcastle this afternoon. At the end of the game, he suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment and is still in a coma..."

The news host on TV broadcast the news he had just received with a serious face.

As soon as the scene changed, reporters flocked to the entrance of the Royal College of Medicine Hospital of the University of Nottingham, and taxis kept stopping here, jumping out of the cars one after another with hurried expressions.

A white-haired man with gold-rimmed eyes was surrounded in the middle, like a flat boat on a rough sea.

He waved his arms and raised his voice: "We are doing our best to save lives, and we are not out of danger yet...I can't guarantee anything, I can't guarantee anything! Can you please open the door? I'm sorry...I can't say anything , I don't know the specifics... We will hold a special press conference, but not right now or here..."

A group of people were sitting on the bus, looking up at what was broadcast on the car TV, and were silent.

This group of people is the Nottingham Forest players who have just finished the game and are going home.

The game was terminated when Tang En suddenly fell to the ground, and no one reacted at first. Newcastle players celebrate the goal. The Nottingham Forest players were at a loss, not knowing what to do, and the fans could only express their dissatisfaction in silence.

The narrator was still teasing Tony Twain, wanting to see his facial expression at this moment. The camera flicked, but instead of seeing the person who was supposed to be standing in front of the coach's bench, it captured the picture of Chinese assistant coach Tang suddenly jumping out of the coach's bench. Following Tang's movements, everyone saw the protagonist lying motionless on the ground.

Tang yelled loudly, attracting the attention of the people around him, and everyone panicked. Even the Newcastle players celebrating the goal looked at the Forest coach's bench in bewilderment. George Wood ran to the sidelines vigorously, and the person following him was the referee who noticed something was wrong.

The Newcastle fans stopped singing and the City Stadium fell silent at that moment.

The stretcher originally used to treat the injured players was carried, and the ambulance parked outside the stadium also rushed in with its horn. Until Tang En was carried into the car and taken to the hospital, most of the people in the stadium still didn't react.

The game is over, Nottingham Forest has lost four rounds of the league, and the ranking will continue to decline... But at this moment, does anyone still care about this?

Tang jumped into the ambulance and walked with Tang En. Everything after the game was handled by Chris Lack alone, and the press conference was temporarily canceled. Alan Shearer also asked him with great concern what happened to Tony Twain.

After the game, the locker room was lifeless. The Forest players were not frustrated because they didn't win, but were afraid that something might happen to Tony Twain.

Gareth Bell, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, sobbed softly, holding his head. Although it had been more than half an hour, as long as he thought of Tang En suddenly falling to the ground, his whole body twitching, he felt scared. It was as if his boss had died.

His crying broke the silence in the car. Chris Lark stood up and clapped his hands vigorously: "Go back... don't think too much about this matter, it's not something you should worry about. Tomorrow... continue training .” There was helplessness and a hint of panic in his tone.

Don't really want anything to happen to that Tony guy!

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When Tang En woke up from the darkness and chaos, what he saw was, as expected, a white ceiling.

He heard a whirring sound.

Turning his head to look where the sound came from, he was a little surprised to see a familiar figure from behind.

The slender figure was lowering his head and blowing air on a warm cup. After blowing for a while, he picked up a spoon, bit it and put it near his mouth to test the temperature. As a result, he was so hot that he almost threw away the stainless steel spoon in his hand.

"Heh..." Tang En laughed.

His faint laughter startled the back over there, and this time she was so frightened that she almost threw the cup out of her hand.

"You're awake, Uncle Tony!" Turning around from behind, there was indescribable surprise in his voice.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Shania?

"Okay... cliche... lines." Tang En was a little weak, and he had to take a few breaths when he said a word.

Unexpectedly, Shania started to cry, the tears rolled down from her bright eyes, and couldn't stop, leaving two silver tear marks on her beautiful cheeks.

"Crying... what?"

Shania was still crying and didn't answer.

"I am fine."

Hearing what he said, Shania wiped away her tears, took Tang En's hand, and cried in her voice: "You have been in a coma for twenty-four hours. For a while, those doctors almost gave up. ...Don called me, and I rushed back desperately, I was afraid, I was afraid..."

Tears rolled down again, and she couldn't speak anymore.

"I'm... fine..." Tang En had no choice but to repeat what he said just now.

Shania continued to cry while crying: "They were going to Tokyo to promote... I won't go, it's okay if I'm not famous. I keep praying to God, I hope you can wake up again..."

Tang En felt a little guilty when he heard her crying about how she survived the twenty-four hours. He found that Shania's phoenix eyes were bigger than usual, and the eye circles were red, obviously swollen from crying. How many liters of tears had she shed in these twenty-four hours? I'm afraid Tang En will never know for the rest of his life.

A warm feeling rose in his heart, and he raised his hand with difficulty, trying to dry the tears hanging on Shania's cheeks. However, he found that there was a tube inserted in his arm, which made it difficult for him to move.

So he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her. "Relax...don't worry, I'm a villain, God won't want me."

Shania didn't answer, just lowered her head and kept sobbing, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and fears in front of Tang En.

This is not possible, how can such a lively and lovely little fairy be so sad?

Tang En decided to change the subject. He turned his gaze to the steaming cup behind Shania. "Is there water in the glass, Shania?"

Shania shook her head: "No, it's not water. It's the paste you fed me when I had a fever...Are you thirsty, Uncle Tony? I'll get you some water..." She was about to get up as she spoke.

Tang En waved his hand to stop her: "I'm hungry, Shania. Can you feed me?"

Shania hurriedly stood up and turned to fetch the cup, almost knocking the cup over again.

Tang En lay on the bed, quietly watching all this. He was indeed hungry, and he was in a coma for twenty-four hours, a whole day...

Shania carefully held the cup, scooped out a spoonful of the black, sesame-flavored paste, blew on it, and fed it into Tang En's mouth.

This was exactly the Chinese food black sesame paste that Tang En fed her after she fell into a coma with a fever.

Unexpectedly, she still remembered.

After eating half a cup, Tang En waved his hand to signal that he couldn't eat any more. After eating the food, he regained some energy, and once again lay on the bed quietly looking at Shania, whose face was blushing due to excitement.

"Uncle Tony is a villain, villains have long lives, I can't die. Don't cry, you see that the bags under your eyes are crying, how can you go out to do a publicity show like this?" He joked Shania. It's not good to be crying with a sad face at this time.

"I put off work, and I've been by your side all this time!" Shania said firmly. "You don't want to leave me alone and run away!"

Tang En didn't say anything, but continued to look at Shania.

Looking at her pear blossoms with rain, Tang En thought of the absurd dream he had before. If he is still the office worker who is eating and waiting to die, will he still have a chance to say goodbye to the world's supermodel? If she is still the office worker who has achieved nothing, can Shania still say "I love you" to herself?

Even if this is a dream, I would rather live in such a dream. The self in that world... die as soon as you die! Who cares!

He looked straight at Shania, and felt a little embarrassed to see Shania. The two have been in contact for five years, and this is the first time that Uncle Tony is staring at her so nakedly, without concealment, without evasion, and the key reason why she feels embarrassed is that there is something more in his eyes that did not exist before. thing.

"Shania, you know, I had a very interesting dream just now."

"Ah? What dream?"

"I dreamed that I was going to die. Then I wanted to go to heaven, but God threw me out. He said that I was a wicked person when I was born, and a devil when I died. I should not come to a place like heaven." Tang En slowly The narration is like a storyteller. "That's when Satan appeared in front of me. He tempted me with a seductive voice, asking me to hang out with him..."

Shania stared at Tang En with her eyes wide open. She didn't know whether what Uncle Tony said was true or not. After all, Uncle Tony made fun of her a lot in the past, running the train with his mouth full, not serious.

"I thought...that's right, I'm indeed a devil. So I decided to follow him. I didn't expect that bastard Satan to block me with a wave of his hand. He pointed to a dark door ahead, Say..." Tang En imitated Satan and made his voice hoarse. "Whether you want to go to heaven or hell, it means that you voluntarily abandon everything you have in the world. If you want to follow me, you have to forget all your emotions in the world and walk in through this door."

Having said that, Tang En stopped to take a breath, and took another look at Beauty by the way. Shania is still beautiful even though her eyes are swollen from crying. And there is a sad and sad beauty... like Lin Daiyu.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of death. I don't think death is a big deal. As long as there is nothing to worry about in this world, death is death. Even if you are alive, it is no different from death. What honor, what money, what fame …Whether you bring it in life or not in death, what is there to be nostalgic for? I was going to walk in the door. But I suddenly remembered something, which made me hesitate again. Do you know what it is, Shania ?”

Shania frowned and shook her head: "I don't know..."

Tang En looked at her confused look, not to mention how cute she was. He laughed. "I forgot I owe someone an answer."

"Ah..." Shania looked up at the smiling Tang En in surprise.

"I, Tony Twain, never owe anyone anything. I don't want someone to chase me to hell just to hear this answer. I can't bear the responsibility... Then I said to Satan very sorry: 'Mr. Satan Ah, I'm so sorry that I can't be a devil with you. Why? Because I find the world is beautiful, and I still have too many things I can't let go! I can't go with you.' Satan was very depressed and scolded me Too greedy, beautiful things can’t be kept, it’s better to forget them as soon as possible. I shook my head and said that’s not okay, I’m just greedy, I just like beautiful things, I just want them to stay with me forever, I just I can't bear to let go of someone..."

Having said such a freshman call, Tang En stopped again to take a breath.

Shania didn't answer either. She sat on a chair and waited quietly for Tang En to continue.

"Is it too late to say sorry now?"

Shania pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes, and shook her head vigorously.

Tang En stretched out his hand, and gently pinched Shania's soft and boneless little hand.

"I'm so sorry, I was so stupid. I almost went to the grave with stupidity and regret. If nothing big happened, my stupidity might be hopeless for the rest of my life. Fortunately, I almost died, and I also I have figured out a lot of things..." Tang En's voice was a little weak, thinking that it took too much energy to talk so much after coming here.

"Can you still keep calling me 'Uncle Tony'?" he asked.

Shania nodded nervously.

Tang En made a gesture, motioning for her to bend down and lie beside her.

Then he turned his head and put his mouth next to Shania's ear, and whispered: "I love you too, Shania."

Hearing this sentence, Shania's eyes widened. She was so pleasantly surprised that she didn't know what to say for a while.

This sentence seemed to exhaust all Tang En's energy. After speaking, he fell down again, lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling and murmured: "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Shania became nervous. It was not a good idea to say this at such a time. She held Tang En's hand tightly and did not want to let go. At the same time, she planned to ring the emergency call bell beside the bed.

Unexpectedly, Tang En waved his hand to stop her.

"It's okay, just take a nap." He smiled and comforted the panicked girl in front of him. "My life is still long, and there are still many good things I can't let go of. I just found out that I fell in love with someone, so why would I be willing to go to that guy Satan again? Don't worry, I promise... I won't sleep too much this time. long……"

He slowly closed his eyes, and soon there was a sound of even breathing.

This time, he really fell asleep.

Maybe he dreamed of something again, but I believe this time it will be a sweet dream.

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PS, the two updates broke out today. Please look forward to the two updates tomorrow.

See if I'm not lying, Shania and Twain's horoscope is finally finished.

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