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Chapter 25 Before the first battle

Chu Zhongtian turned off the lights in the room, threw his body on the bed, and then looked at the gradually clear ceiling intently.

The apartment was quiet, only the alarm clock placed on the bedside table was still walking, and the second hand kept making "click" sounds.

It's only 11:30 now. When he got home, he took a shower, changed his clothes, packed his sneakers, and then cooled himself down, and then lay on the bed. It was less than twelve o'clock. He slept earlier than the sky today, but he couldn't sleep.

After turning over, he saw the night sky outside the window.

I really didn't expect that I could play a regular football league in the UK... When he decided to say goodbye to football three years ago, he burned all the things related to football in his home and threw them away. At that time, his father couldn't bear it and wanted to persuade him, but he cried and shouted to his father: "Anyway, I won't play football anymore, so why are you still doing this?!"

Football magazines and newspapers turned into ashes in the flames. The jerseys, shorts and soccer shoes he had worn, and used footballs were ragged with a knife, and then thrown into the garbage dump. The silver medals and certificates he won in the national youth football match were also thrown downstairs. The star posters posted on the wall were all torn off, kneaded into balls, and thrown away. Photos of the football played were cut into pieces, then poured into the toilet and flushed into the sewer.

At that time, he thought that after he did this, he would no longer have any interaction with football.

My mother was very happy about her determination not to play football. Since she broke her arm once because of playing football when she was a child, her mother opposed him playing football again. She hoped that she could do a good job in school, then run a university, and find a good job. For this reason, when she was a child, she also enrolled herself in a painting class and forced him to learn painting. What he didn't expect was that he had some talent in painting, and finally got the admission letter from Wimbledon Art School with this ability.

Is this fate?

But fate made him play football again in the UK. At first, because he didn't want him to play football, he was asked to learn painting. Because he came to the UK, because he came to the UK, he played football again... Chu Zhongtian felt that he seemed to have been in a big circle in the past few years.

In the past three years, he has been running hard with his head buried, trying to get farther away from the football that hurt him. Unexpectedly, when he was out of breath and was about to stop and rest, he found that there was a football parked under his feet.

If that fan dad knew he had started playing football again, would he be happy or angry?

One thing is certain, if my mother knows, she will be very angry...

It was a little hot, Chu Zhongtian lay on the mat he carried from his house and turned over again.

But the feeling of playing football is really good, and the feeling of working with teammates is also good. I really like playing football. Emily's eyes are so damn, how did she see it?

Emily's smiling face appeared in front of Chu Zhongtian's eyes. He thought of what Emily said to him this afternoon.

"The first game we won, and then I thought in the stands, how good it would be if you were on the team at that time..."

This is the only regret and the biggest regret: I still haven't tasted the victory so far. The team finally won the last game, but I was not in the team. Will I win tomorrow's game?

There is another problem.

Will you play on your own?

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Emily ran around between the upstairs and downstairs, packing up what she would use when she was going to watch the game tomorrow - Wimbledon's blue jersey, which is a must, and a blue Wimbledon scarf, held in her hands, held high, and cheered for the team with her companions.

In a nightgown, her mother, who tied her long hair on her head, was watching from the side, and didn't speak. In fact, she didn't like football, because when she saw something related to football, she would think of the unfaithful man who abandoned her and her daughter. Football was what he left to her daughter.

She was originally very opposed to her daughter appearing on the court. You should know that her daughter started to appear on TV commercials when she was seven years old. She is considered a child star. She will definitely develop in the direction of movie stars in the future. Now she is exposed to the sun every day under the scorching sun, yelling like a madman at the top of her throat. What should I do if she breaks her skin and throat?

But she had no choice. Her daughter listened to her everything, but she didn't listen to football.

A bottle of water is put in a backpack and there are throat socks. Watching the football on site and cheering, the most consumed is the throat. Therefore, water and throat socks are standard equipment for every hardcore fan. If it rains tomorrow, although the weather forecast means it will be sunny... But the weather is not determined by the weather forecast.

what else?

"Sunscreen." Mom's voice rang.

"Take it." Emily pointed to a small bag on the side of the backpack.

After saying that, she stood in front of the table and glanced at the things on the table, then she patted her forehead and ran up again. When she got down again, she held a piece of paper in her hand. Mom glanced casually and noticed that there was a word written on it: chu.

"Chu? Is that Chinese boy you said?"

Emily stacked the paper very seriously. "Yes, mom."

Mom frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but asked Emily to interrupt.

"I know what you want to say, mom. But my relationship with him is not what you think."

Mom shrugged: "It's good that you know it yourself, Amy." After that, she walked upstairs. "Go to bed early and don't stay up late, it's bad for your skin."

"Okay, mom." Emily smiled at her mother.

But when my mother disappeared at the stairs, her smile disappeared again.

It has been three years since my father and mother divorced. Since then, my mother has become very strict with herself and the family has lost the joy of the past. Now she can only feel happy when she is with the Duns and football...

Sitting on the chair and looking at the pile of things on the table, Emily hadn't changed her position for a long time.

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