"Are you playing football at Wimbledon, Chu Zhongtian?" The man who was regarded as a lunatic by Chu Zhongtian suddenly asked him in Chinese dialect, and he was stunned and unresponsive.

Xu Xiaodi was very satisfied with Chu Zhongtian's reaction after asking this sentence. He felt that he finally won a game in front of this boy who was fourteen years younger than him.

Chu Zhongtian did have such an idea in his mind - was it a fan? Damn, was it a crazy fan coming to the door so quickly?

It is said that it is hidden in the city. Isn’t it hidden deep enough?

As he thought so, the middle-aged man in front of him changed his expression and was looking at him affectionately. His mouth was the line in Stephen Chow's classic film "Domestic Lingling Paint": "Do you think I can't find you if I hide? It's useless. A man like you coaxes like you, no matter where he is, he is like a firefly in the dark, so distinctive and outstanding. Your melancholy eyes, sighing stubborn sluts, magical footwork, and that cup of arthur_guinness all deeply charmed me..."

He fought a cold war and came back to his senses from this illusion.

The man in front of him did not stare at him affectionately and spoke lines that made him so smear that he wanted to spit out all the wine he drank yesterday, but instead pretended to be drinking the beer in the glass as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly what you said..." Chu Zhongtian also replied in Chinese.

"It seems that you are really the Chinese student who plays football at Wimbledon." When he heard him answering in his native language, Xu Xiaodi knew that he had found the right person. He really wanted to rush out of the bar and laugh three times now - God pays off, and finally let me Xu Xiaodi take the lead!

"Actually, I am a reporter." Xu Xiaodi took out his reporter's certificate.

Chu Zhongtian's heart skipped a beat - it's here! The reporter is here! The reporter is finally here! He is indeed famous... "I want to give you a brief interview..."

Seeing that the other party did not respond to his words, Xu Xiaodi continued.

"It won't take up too long for you. I watched your game live broadcast yesterday..." Xu Xiaodi lied. In fact, he was just watching exciting highlights after the game. But in order to get closer to the interviewee, it is normal to lie sometimes. "Your performance is great!"

Xu Xiaodi said while observing the respondent's reaction. This is the ability that a reporter needs to possess - to see the words of interest. He blindly asked the topics he was interested in without considering whether those questions would arouse the other party's dislike. Such reporters are Xu Xiaodi's most annoying... Of course, the kind of reporters in focus interviews are not included. They must ask sharp questions, otherwise they will be incompetent.

Chu Zhongtian did not show any disgust, so Xu Xiaodi continued to talk.

"And it's very rare. You are a Chinese... Do you know that the goal you scored yesterday was the first Chinese in the FA Cup history of 132 years!" Xu Xiaodi was very excited, but Chu Zhongtian's reaction was mediocre. He just said "Oh" and was not as interested as Xu Xiaodi thought.

Because he had already learned about this from TV.

Although Chu Zhongtian's reaction was a little beyond Xu Xiaodi's expectations, he still had to continue saying: "So... you are an international student, but you participated in the FA Cup in England, scored the first goal of the Chinese, and won the best on the spot... This is very legendary! There will definitely be many people in China who are interested in your story..."

Chu Zhongtian suddenly interrupted him when he heard this: "Are you a reporter for the Chinese media?"

Xu Xiaodi didn't understand why Chu Zhongtian asked this. He thought Chu Zhongtian had known this a long time ago. But he nodded.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept your interview." Chu Zhongtian's words were like a bolt from the blue and slashed directly on Xu Xiaodi's head, making him stunned and thought he had heard it wrong.

"Huh...this...why is this?" Xu Xiaodi asked in surprise. Did he say something wrong? He was fine before he couldn't figure it out, but why did he not accept it if he said he didn't accept it... Although Chu Zhongtian did not agree before, he did not object after all, right?

He knew that he was a bit pretentious to come here to ask for an interview suddenly - he was not a big-name reporter from big media, and he could still receive red envelopes to take a sauna wherever he went to interview. He had never enjoyed such treatment since he graduated from college, so he never developed the domineering temperament of a reporter. This may be why he was still a loser.

Chu Zhongtian was embarrassed to tell reporters that he was worried that his mother would call him to scold him after seeing him, and then he was heartbroken and persuaded him that "basketball" Hai Wuya, and that it was the shore to turn back. He must not let his mother know about playing football in the UK, otherwise he would have no good results when he returned to China. If his mother gets angry and interrupts her living expenses and tuition supply, what should we do then?

Is this considered a "family scandal"? Chinese people emphasize "family scandals should not be made public", so Chu Zhongtian couldn't say it out, so he could only find an excuse: "This has something to do with myself, in short, I don't want to accept an interview..."

Xu Xiaodi finally found Chu Zhongtian, why did he be willing to give up like this? He guessed the reason why Chu Zhongtian refused to accept the interview, and then explained to him: "Are you worried that your private life will be disturbed after the interview? I promise you, don't worry, you will never have such concerns. The newspaper I work for is a domestic newspaper, and our readers are all domestic readers, and they can't disturb your life. If you are worried that your family will be affected, I can think of you to promise not to ask you about your family, nor will you check it, and you will not enter the newspaper. My name is Xu Xiaodi, from Changsha, Hunan. This is my reporter's certificate, this is my business card, and there is a phone number from our newspaper. If I violate the oath, you can..."

Chu Zhongtian interrupted his promise. I don’t accept interviews because you are a domestic media... Chu Zhongtian thought to himself. My mother will be done if she sees it!

"No, I can't accept your interview anyway."

Xu Xiaodi felt that he had really seen a ghost. He was finally the first to find the legendary Chu Zhongtian, but the other party was unwilling to accept his interview. Why is this? Could it be that he could only live a life of this London Press Station, which was cancelled at a London Press Station, which was not known when it would be cancelled, and was waiting for the day he would be revoked to return to China?

"Why is this? Can you tell me?" Xu Xiaodi couldn't figure it out. The more he couldn't figure it out, the more he wanted to know the reason.

"Sorry..." Chu Zhongtian was a little embarrassed, "It's my personal reason. Anyway, I can't accept the interview. I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with you, it's my personal reason..."

The drinkers who were drinking and chatting in the bar saw Chu Zhongtian's face in a dilemma and thought he was stumped by the stranger who was dancing and yelling around just now. Seeing them gathered together and whispering in a speech that they couldn't understand, they must be saying something good, right?

So the alcohol-induced alcoholic drinkers stood up and walked towards them shakingly. One of them leaned against the bar and deliberately exposed the tattoo on his neck.

"Are you in trouble, Chu?" The strong bald man with a tattoo showed his eyes and stared at Xu Xiaodi and said viciously.

Chu Zhongtian knew that they were all enthusiastic and knew that they could do anything after drinking too much, so he quickly smoothed out the situation. "Nothing. A fellow villager, all Chinese, chatted with me for a few words."

The bald strong man looked up and down with his eyes squinted, then nodded: "If you have any trouble, call us brothers."

Xu Xiaodi seemed very helpless under the man's malicious gaze. Chu Zhongtian felt that this reporter was really pitiful. He had never seen a reporter. Many people were domineering and arrogant, which made him hate his newborn. The reporter in front of him had at least a good attitude.

He nodded: "Don't worry, Gary. There will be nothing wrong, thank you!"

The bald strong man took his friends away from the bar, sat back in his seat, and continued to drink and chat.

Xu Xiaodi then breathed a sigh of relief. "They... are all your friends?"

Chu Zhongtian shrugged: "I just come here to drink often, so I'm more familiar with it. And they are also fans of Wimbledon Athletics. You'd better go back, I won't accept an interview. I'm sorry."

Xu Xiaodi was unwilling to give up, but he couldn't afford to offend the group of drunken British fans. The shortest of the group just now was probably 1.85 meters tall, but what about him? 1.70 meters tall... 50 people like him combined would probably not beat that group of people.

What should I do? In fact, what he is most worried about is not that he is rejected for an interview, but that his Chinese colleagues have obtained the exclusive interview before him. After thinking about it, Xu Xiaodi was really unwilling to leave like this, so he handed the business card to Chu Zhongtian: "This is my business card. The phone number I have at the London Press Station. If you are willing to accept an interview, please make this call."

After saying that, he picked up his glass and found an inconspicuous corner in the bar and sat down. He wanted to see if there would be any colleagues coming and then look at Chu Zhongtian's reaction. He must find a way to prevent his colleagues from getting this exclusive...※※※ Xu Xiaodi's colleagues are not inefficient. After he sat in the bar for an hour, a second Chinese stepped into the bar... No, maybe it was more appropriate to trot into the bar.

Obviously, he is a Chinese journalist, but his aura is different from that of Xu Xiaodi, a floppy reporter. As soon as the man came in, he went straight to the bar, and then said to Chu Zhongtian confidently: "Is it Chu Zhongtian? Hello, I am a reporter from Sports Weekly, and my name is Li Liangcai. Can I interview you?"

Look, look, this is the momentum! Sports Weekly is one of the most famous sports newspapers in China, and their reporters are also very awesome. They are not as arrogant as themselves, but they were rejected... Chu Zhongtian had heard of Sports Weekly. When he was in China, he often saw male classmates in his class buying and watching, and then many people borrowed it. Generally, after borrowing it, the original owner could get no more than two pieces, and those two must be Go and other news in the domestic sports world, and the others were gone. It can be seen how popular this newspaper is in China.

Xu Xiaodi knows this newspaper more than Chu Zhongtian. After all, it is a newspaper in his hometown of Changsha, Hunan. This newspaper once set a single issue record of 2.62 million copies when qualifying for the 2001 World Cup qualifiers. It is currently the number one overlord of China's comprehensive sports newspapers. In front of him, Li Liangcai is the number one reporter of Sports Weekly in London, England, and is also the deputy editor-in-chief of Sports Weekly. If this newspaper is really snatched away, he will be completely finished. In the news battle, he will definitely not be able to fight for the "Sports Weekly" which requires money, money, and people.

He almost stood up excitedly and planned to stop Li Liangcai from interviewing Chu Zhongtian. At this moment, he heard Chu Zhongtian's voice sound: "I'm sorry, I can't accept your interview."

Although the same sentence was still the same at this moment, Xu Xiaodi sounded like a fucking sound!

Ah haha! The Sports Weekly, which is swaying in the domestic sports world, you have today and today!!

I was rejected by an international student and an amateur player. Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed?

Xu Xiaodi almost burst into tears, as if he was full of excitement.

Li Liangcai, the number one reporter in the UK of Sports Weekly, did not expect that his interview request was rejected so simply and directly by an amateur player... He was stunned.

Seeing him like this, Xu Xiaodi lay on the table and laughed sneering.

Chu Zhongtian seemed to remember that he refused too directly, so he added: "Sorry, it's not your problem, it's my own problem. I can't accept your interview... Sorry..."

Li Liangcai could hardly believe his ears. He, who even Ferguson and Wenger, had hit a nail in a small amateur player... He wanted to ask if the bartender in front of him was joking - I came to interview you as the sports newspaper with the most influential in China, and you would be famous! Maybe he could still be favored by professional teams. Isn't this a good thing? Why refuse?

However, when he glanced at several British men sitting next to him, intentionally or unintentionally clenched the big fists of the sandbag and the tattoos on his neck, he temporarily changed his mind.

He left a business card unwillingly and hurriedly left. He did not beg or ask the reason like Xu Xiaodi, nor did he sit down and wait for someone by beer. He is a reporter from a big newspaper. He doesn't bother doing such things, and he is also very busy and has no time to sit here and spend money with other Chinese colleagues.

Next, Xu Xiaodi sat in the corner and saw two more reporters holding the same purpose as him, but they were also rejected by Chu Zhongtian. Xu Xiaodi now understood. Chu Zhongtian really did not accept interviews, but he just did not accept interviews from Chinese journalists, or did he not accept interviews from all reporters? Then I don’t know.

When he waited until noon, no Chinese journalists came to join in the fun, and there were more and more people in the hot bar, and Chu Zhongtian was always busy.

After watching for a while, Xu Xiaodi suddenly had a plan - it was not just a question and answer that could be considered an interview or a report. He sat here to observe Chu Zhongtian and could write a report that interests readers - the unknown side of the heroes on the court in life. This must be of interest to many readers.

If those domestic media cannot get Chu Zhongtian’s interview rights, they can only copy articles from British media. Everyone copied them. There is no advantage or disadvantage in this regard. However, you can’t copy Chu Zhongtian’s life!

But... should you tell Chu Zhongtian before posting this report?

※※Today is Sunday, and my daughter can be given to her wife. James Merry decided to go and chat with Chu Zhongtian, have a drink, and show him the photos he took, and tell him that you are famous now!

As a result, I received a call from Abel as soon as I went out.

"James, you have resigned from that damn newspaper. Should that Chinese boy be allowed to give it to me?" Abel talked straight to the point about his purpose of calling.

Merry thought about it and seemed that it was nothing to let Abel report. Anyway, Chu Zhongtian was already famous, and no matter how famous he became, it didn't matter what changed. Anyway, his life would definitely change with this game. He could feel a little relieved to leave it to Abel to report it - how could Abel be an old friend of his own, and he could still speak in some places. If he had it to other football reporters, what would they know that they would write something outrageous?

"Okay, I allow you to contact him, but I can't say whether he accepts your interview."

Meili got into the car and ignited it.

"Don't I have you here, James! Hehe, I know you have a good relationship with him, right?"

"You want me to be the referee for you?"

"Yes, yes. You can also be by your side during the interview. If you think there is something wrong, you can remind me, how about it? I've thought it through very carefully, right?" Abel said loudly.

"Well..." Merry couldn't find a reason to refute. "Okay, where are you? I'm going to go to the bar where he works."

"I'm just sitting at a table less than ten meters away from him, James, ha!"

"You bastard!" Meili hung up the phone and drove out. He only called when he was in front of him...※※※Chu Zhongtian had not had time to enjoy the treatment of being recognized by the fans on the street and then flocked to him to sign, but was first targeted by the omnipresent reporters.

The old familiars who came to the bar to drink would bring a newspaper to Chu Zhongtian when they came, and then pointed to the newspaper and told him, "You are famous, Chu."

"Be careful not to get them to take a shot of you changing your pants, haha!"

"I think you need a full-time agent to help you deal with the media and everything else that is messy about money... What do you think of me, Chu?"

"Maybe there will be scouts from professional teams coming to the door. Although I can't bear to leave you, Chu. But reason tells me that it's better for you to leave here and go to a wider stage!"

"But after becoming a big star in the future, don't forget us, just compete in Wimbledon!"

Everyone was looking forward to his appearance after becoming famous, while Chu Zhongtian listened with a smile.

Xu Xiaodi watched this scene from the side and realized that although he had been here for most of the day, he knew nothing about this person at all. Would he write about his life? Was he making up a report?

But in the face of such a living life, Xu Xiaodi felt for the first time that his phenomenon was a bit scarce and he couldn't make it up... I want to enter your life, how rich and colorful it should be?
Chapter completed!