In the next time, as long as no one asked for wine, Chu Zhongtian stood behind the bar and played with a pound coin in his hand. He kept bounced up and caught it, staring at the coins flying in the air, and the queen's avatar and numbers flashed alternately.

The long past flashed back in front of his eyes.

Front of the coin.

"Daily, do you like playing football?" Dad leaned down and asked himself.

The young Chu Zhongtian nodded.

A happy smile appeared on his father's face: "Will Dad take you to learn football?"

"Okay!" The crisp childish voice seemed to be still echoing in my ears.

The back of the coin.

"I tell you, today your task is not to hit the door. Today, my requirement for you is to hit the door frame. Hitting the door frame is more difficult than hitting the door. I just want to train your shooting accuracy in this way." The coach arranged this way during the break. Everyone was very surprised when they heard this arrangement, but they didn't say anything. They were used to obeying the head coach.

What made Chu Zhongtian feel strange was that he couldn't see clearly what the coach's face looked like, and he couldn't even remember what his surname was. There was no facial features on that face, nothing, and it looked like a whiteboard in mahjong.

"I would like to emphasize to you, if anyone scores a goal, not only will there be no bonus, but there will be a fine!" The whiteboard coach said sternly.

The other teammates were cautious in playing the game, for fear of accidentally scoring the goal. But Chu Zhongtian was not convinced: the opponent was weak and we should win this game, so why should we let go? In the 71st minute, he rushed to the penalty area and hit the corner kick from his teammate into the opponent's goal. After the goal, he celebrated indulgently without seeing the head coach's gloomy face.

front.

"Who made you score a goal? Who made you score a goal? You guys! You don't see you so active in corner kicks, why are you pretending to be a weird person today?" The whiteboard coach roared angrily. He had just smashed a chair next to him.

Chu Zhongtian stood opposite the angry coach, hardened his neck, and stopped talking without saying a word. The teammates next to him looked at this scene in fear, and some people's gloating expressions flashed through their eyes.

"From now on, don't want to play the game anymore!" After cursing, the coach threw down his harsh words and turned around and left. He had not forgotten to kick over a few bottles of mineral water at his feet.

The opposite.

"Exit school? Yes, since you don't play football anymore, there is no need to get the competition certificate, right?" The whiteboard coach said to his father indifferently. "If you transfer to school, let the other party pay for someone. I don't talk nonsense. I can't take it out. If you can get it out, you can't think about it."

My father planned to transfer himself to another football school, and he had already contacted him. It is said that the school had good reputation and reputation. However, when they returned to this football school, they were so embarrassed by the other party.

"Do you really think your son is a genius child? Let me tell you, if it is not for the benefit you give, your son can play games on my team at the same level as being useless to run..."

"Bang!"

Chu Zhongtian looked in surprise as his father, who had always been gentle, punched the coach who was chattering endlessly, and a thread of blood thrust out as the coach leaned back...

front.

"The competition certificate was detained in the hands of that coach, even if he transferred to another football school... Without the competition certificate, he would not be able to play the game..." Although several years have passed, Chu Zhongtian still clearly remembers the helplessness in his father's low voice that day. "If you re-apply the competition certificate, you need to change your household registration..."

"Change household registration? No! Absolutely not!" Mom shook her head vigorously. "If you can't play, go to school. Every day, you'll never get young. You'll still take the college entrance exam! I've long said that there is no future in playing football. What's the result of spending so much money?"

Chu Zhongtian just kept hunching his head and slammed the chopsticks quickly, but no grain of rice entered his mouth that was gritting his teeth tightly.

After a moment of silence, my father sighed: "Oh my God, we won't play football anymore. Go to school, go to high school, take the college entrance exam..."

Chu Zhongtian buried his face in his bowl and nodded vigorously.

The opposite.

Wimbledon Art School’s admission notice was placed in front of parents, and both mom and dad showed relief smiles on their faces.

"If you study in the UK, the tuition and living expenses are high..." Chu Zhongtian whispered to his parents.

"That's fine!" Dad waved his hand. "There is still some savings at home. At worst, we can save some money at home and we will also send you to the UK! It's your ability to be admitted to a British school. You don't need to consider the money issue, so don't worry. Let's relax these days."

"I just said that my son has artistic cells!" Mom praised herself happily next to her. "You can see it from the paintings he drew!"

front.

The coin fell on the bar, making a tremolo sound, pulling Chu Zhongtian out of his past memories.

He looked at the coins that fell on the table, the queen's side facing up.

"Do you like playing football?"

"Do you have ideals?"

"I think you played well, why not try it?"

Emily's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Chu Zhongtian suddenly looked up, and from his front to the bar door, there was no one.

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After that, Emily really never came to the Duns Bar, and Chu Zhongtian never saw the blonde girl again. His life finally returned to peace and returned to the right track he expected. But for some reason, Chu Zhongtian began to expect to see Emily again. This is how he explained to himself - Emily Stan is a beautiful woman, and the kind of beauty who is outstanding. He is a healthy man. It is normal to see a beautiful woman, and there is no other reason...

He said this to himself over and over again in his heart, trying to convince himself that this is the truth. It was just that he did not consider why he did this.

Three days later, when Chu Zhongtian went to dispatch orders, he found that there were more eye-catching posters along the way.

“No club located in Milton Keynes can represent Wimbledon football with a history of 113 years!”

The background for this sentence is a huge team logo, but it is different from the yellow and blue team logo of Wimbledon Football Club that he is familiar with. This is a white team logo, and the middle is the same as the club to be moved. It is a two-headed bird, but the color is different. This is a black two-headed bird with a red beak and claws.

Obviously, this tit-for-tat design is the team logo of the new Wimbledon club.

There is also a line of small characters below.

Originally, Chu Zhongtian should have run over directly, but for some reason, he took a step forward and leaned forward to see what happened.

"The only AFC Wimbledon that can represent the 113-year tradition of Wimbledon football is officially established! Welcome to try out..."

Next is information about the location and time of the trial.

"Chu!"

A surprise sound suddenly sounded behind him.

Chu Zhongtian turned around and saw Emily's beautiful and joyful face.

"Ah...uh...I'm just passing by..." Chu Zhongtian was a little helpless by Emily's sudden appearance, not knowing what to say. Then he looked at Emily, hoping that the other party could believe his words, but in fact he didn't believe it himself.

Today, Emily tied up her long golden hair, a ponytail hanging behind her head, and a baseball cap, her whole body looked very sporty. Chu Zhongtian noticed that Emily was wearing a blue T-shirt with yellow sleeves and a yellow striped shirt on her chest, and said "wimbledon_till_i_die" on her chest (Wimbledon, unswervingly until death).

Emily noticed Chu Zhongtian looking at her chest and lowered her head to find the above sentence.

She didn't care why Chu Zhongtian appeared here. She pointed to the words on her chest and said: "This is a dress from two years ago. At that time, every one of us Wimbledon fans had this sentence in our hands, and later we printed it on our T-shirts. In the last round of the Premier League that season, we faced Southampton away. If we couldn't win, we would be relegated."

Emily's voice was soft, and her London accent English was very nice.

"In order to cheer up the team, every partner we go away to hold this sentence. I hope the team can create miracles."

Chu Zhongtian knew about the relegation battle. This is an indispensable part of football and a very important "scenery" in the English football environment. Every season, someone will leave the top stage, some teams will sink and fall deeper, while others will be reborn. Although he already knows the ending, he still asked reflexively: "What's the result?"

"We are relegated." Emily raised the brim of the baseball cap and looked up at Chu Zhongtian and smiled. "On May 14, we were relegated from the Premier League. Twelve years ago this day, we defeated the arrogant Liverpool and won the FA Cup. That was our most glorious moment."

Looking at the girl's smiling face, Chu Zhongtian felt that she was not as indifferent as she showed? It should be.

Emily noticed Chu Zhongtian's eyes looking at her, and she shrugged: "I won't talk about this anymore. I'm so happy to see you here, Chu." She deliberately increased the pronunciation of "here".

"Uh...I'm really just passing by..." Chu Zhongtian lowered his head and saw the backpack strap he was carrying, so he thought he had found a savior: "I'm sending orders, and just ran here and found that there was an extra poster here, so he came over and took a look..."

Emily suddenly interrupted his impatient self-defense: "I have been here for three days and haven't seen you. I thought you were fired by that Chinese fast food chain."

"Huh? Here?" Chu Zhongtian was a little surprised and pointed at his feet.

"I met you here at that time, and you were being chased by two dogs." Emily smiled, her eyes curled into crescent moons. Looking back now, the boy's appearance in front of her was really funny.

After she said this, Chu Zhongtian looked at Zhou's bad environment. Sure enough, he saw the slightly worn courtyard door in front of him. From the faintly hidden courtyard door, he could see two short-legged bulldogs. Seeing him looking over, he grinned at him, revealing his fangs and saliva in his mouth...

"I...well, I don't have jobs that I have every day." He still felt a little unbelievable that the girl in front of him had been waiting for him for three days. Why? This was his first thought, why did she be so persistent about him?

Looking at Emily with a smile, Chu Zhongtian decided to reject her kindness, although he didn't know why this beauty favored her so much. If it were put in urban novels, he could think that he had lost his luck in love. From then on, a large number of beauties would flock to her, rushing to *. But this is a competitive novel... "Sorry, Miss Stan..."

"Call me Emily, or Amy." Emily interrupted with a smile.

"Okay, Miss Emily..."

"Remove the 'Miss'." Emily said to Chu Zhongtian with a smile.

"Damn..." Chu Zhongtian whispered in Chinese, and he thought this girl was really troublesome. "Okay, Emily, I don't like football. I repeat it again. What I said is true, I really really don't like football." He raised his arms and waved down every time he said "real".

Emily stared at him for a while, then shook her head and said, "You are lying to others."

Chu Zhongtian glared at his eyes: "Do you have money to get it?"

"I don't know why you refused, but I think... well, the person who still didn't give up until the last moment of the game should be someone who likes football, right?" Emily asked back as she stared into Chu Zhongtian's eyes.

"That's just my personal principle and has nothing to do with preferences. I do everything seriously and never give up in advance. My teammates gave up very early, but can you say they don't like football? They are all fans." Chu Zhongtian spread his hands.

"That's because their love for football is not as deep as you."

Chu Zhongtian grinned, he really didn't know what to say.

"Can you tell me, Emily. Why do you want me to go to the trial so much?" After a while of silence, Chu Zhongtian pointed to the poster and asked.

"I have a question to ask you, Chu." Emily ignored Chu Zhongtian's question, but asked her own question without authorization. This may be the privilege of the beauty...

She took off her cap and let Chu Zhongtian see all her expressions. "Are you willing to play such a game?" She refers to the friendly match between Chinese and British students.

"I don't plan to play football anymore." Chu Zhongtian shook his head. He really thought so.

"If you don't play football, are you willing?" Emily continued to ask.

"This..." Chu Zhongtian was speechless. In the three years before that game, he had never played a game. At first, he did this with a hint of anger, but later he was slowly dragged down by his studies and couldn't care. If he really didn't touch football because he didn't want to play football, why did he agree when Yang Yang beg him to help play a game?

"Are you willing to not play football from now on?" Emily repeated her question.
To be continued...