On the morning of May 27, on Monday, the main roads in Qingyang City fell into a state of congestion again, which was no longer a rare thing for the group to go to work and school.

But the bus was still full of complaints.

"Build roads and build roads every day, and this road has not been repaired!"

"That's right, not long after it was opened, I dug up the pipe and said that I would bury it. What did you do early?"

"There are already many cars, and it takes up half of the road surface to build the road. If it doesn't get blocked, it's a big deal..."

"But there are more and more cars now..."

"That's right, what kind of car was the one we ran the most on the road before, it was a bicycle!"

"This intersection has been blocked for ten minutes, right? Master, can you open the door? I'll go down here..."

"You can't open the door until the station!" said the driver firmly.

"I'm going to be late to work!"

"That's the rule, I can't do anything about it..."

There were all kinds of discussions on the bus.

But none of these will affect Wang Lei sitting in the last row.

He didn't care how long the car would be bet, nor did he care about the discussion and disputes of the people in the car. At this moment, he was focusing on the newspaper in his hand.

It is a professional sports newspaper with the highest sales and most famous in China.

The most eye-catching front page he flipped outside was a photo.

Last photo, Zhou Yi was wearing a Dortmund jersey and was showing his Chinese flag to the camera.

The title is "A Touch of Red from Wembley".

Below is the subtitle "Create History, Zhou Yi became the first Chinese player to win the Champions League!"

Wang Lei opened the newspaper and was looking at the details inside with relish.

Almost half of the contents of this newspaper are related to the Champions League final and are related to Zhou Yi.

"...In the 2012-2013 Champions League final that ended yesterday morning Beijing time, Dortmund defeated his mortal enemy with a score of 3:2. The 'German National Derby' in the Champions League lasted for 120 minutes. Both sides tried their best to fight until the last moment... Chinese player Zhou Yi started the game in the game and performed very well..."

"...After Bayern Munich led, Dortmund's morale seemed to have been affected, but under the leadership of Zhou Yi, Dortmund quickly stabilized his morale. Then Zhou Yi used a genius creativity to penetrate Bayern Munich's goal in the penalty area to equalize the score. When equalizing the score, Bayern Munich's lead only lasted for six minutes..."

"...In injury time, Bayern Munich took the lead again. Robben's agile running position and a calm blow in front of the goal put Dortmund in a desperate situation. At this time, it was Zhou Yi again! He stood up bravely and assisted Mark Wagner in a way that no one expected, and equalized the score for Dortmund again! Zhou Yi's assist method was very imaginative and completely deceived Bayern Munich's players..."

"... Zhou Yi's winning goal was simply a wonderful work of art, which made the commentators from all over the world on the commentator table climax! All the fans were impressed... They picked the ball continuously and shook Neuer's movements and lifted the heavy lifting. Even though it was very nervous, he made him perform like walking in his back garden... CCTV commentator He Ping believed that this ball was completely comparable to Zidane's "Flying Immortal in the Sky" in Glasgow back then!"

Wang Lei was very happy to see these words. He always had a smile on his face and was immersed in his own world. All the chaos and noise around him had nothing to do with him and could not invade his world.

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When the bus finally stopped at Qingyang No. 1 Middle School Station, Wang Lei folded the newspaper, put it in his schoolbag, and then passed through the crowded crowd in the bus and jumped out of the bus.

Thinking of walking towards the gate of Qingyang No. 1 Middle School not far ahead.

There are many students from Qingyang No. 1 Middle School who are with him.

After walking for a few steps, someone ran over from the side and rushed to the front of him with his name.

"Wang Lei and Wang Lei! Have you bought today's sports hall?"

Wang Lei looked at him: "What, Lao Ding? Didn't you buy it?"

The person who was called "Lao Ding" by Wang Lei was his classmate, Ding Wenjun. Both of them were members of the Qingyang No. 1 Middle School Football Team.

"I'm one step late, and I'm watching the last one being bought..." Ding Wenjun said in annoyance.

"Look at a few more places."

"I read it. I asked me to search all the bookstores and newsstands around me, and I sold them all! Have you bought it?"

Wang Lei smiled and took out the folded newspaper from his schoolbag and handed it to Ding Wenjun.

"Oh! I knew you could definitely buy it! Hehe!" Ding Wenjun took the newspaper and couldn't wait to read it.

He saw a photo of Zhou Yi showing off the national flag at a glance, and couldn't help but praise him: "This pose is so handsome! It's so amazing!"

Then he turned inside to read the main text.

"It's so cool, Champions League champion! The best player in the Champions League final! Maybe I can win this year's Golden Globe Award... Think about it, we are actually alumni of such a great man, I feel excited!" Ding Wenjun kept saying while looking. "It's a pity that we haven't played football with him in the school team..."

"Then you have to be five years earlier, right?" Wang Lei said with a smile.

"Oh..." Ding Wenjun sighed. I'm afraid he will never have the possibility of playing football with Zhou Yi in his life.

He is just an ordinary sophomore, and his playing skills are far from the standards of professional players. He never thought he could become a professional player.

"Hey, Wang Lei, you said... Zhou Yi had the strength to become a professional player at the beginning?"

"How did I know? I haven't played with him. But I heard that Zhou Yi is very good in the school team and is the main striker of the team." Wang Lei replied.

"He played for the forward, but now he has reached a world-class level in the midfield position. It's so amazing!" Ding Wenjun once again expressed his admiration for Zhou Yi.

The two of them walked into the campus side by side. Along the way, they could always hear the words "Zhou Yi" and "Champion" floating into their ears from time to time.

Everyone is discussing their seniors.

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And the scene that happened at Qingyang No. 1 Middle School is just a microcosm of what happened in China in the past two days.

Not only in reality, but on the Internet, the craze of discussion has not subsided since the Champions League final.

This is the highest honor for Chinese players and the Champions League champion.

This has a huge impact on everyone.

In professional football forums, Weibo, and QQ groups, everyone is talking about this matter with great enthusiasm.
Chapter completed!