On the first day of the international competition day holiday, Chu Zheng did not practice any more after having breakfast early in the morning, nor did he go anywhere. He put on his anti-myopia glasses and sat on the recliner in the living room to read quietly.
This is another major hobby in Chu Zheng's boring life.
Chu Zheng used to like playing e-sports games when he was in school, but now except for playing FIFA with his teammates at the club, he basically doesn't touch the computer the rest of the time.
Chu Zheng was very afraid that he would be nearsighted. He would suffer from pseudomyopia for a while. At that time, Chu Zheng was very panicked and felt that his dream was going to die prematurely.
Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, but from then on Chu Zheng took special care of his eyes.
Once professional players become short-sighted, it will be troublesome, and treatment is not as simple as ordinary people.
Half an hour later, there was a sudden sound of the door opening.
"Woof!!!"
A dog barked suddenly, and Chu Zheng seemed to have a needle pricking his buttocks. He threw the book in his hand back and jumped up.
"Why did you bring this guy here!" Chu Zheng hid behind the chair and looked at Zhao Dudu who opened the door and walked in, wearing a thick black down jacket, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Haha!" Zhao Dudu raised his head and smiled, revealing his neat white teeth, "This guy is such a thief. He didn't know how he knew I was going out. He got under the back seat of the car and hid while I wasn't paying attention.
I just found this guy on the way."
"Dudu, why don't we take this guy to the hospital and beat him up!" Chu Zheng said, staring at Laifu next to Zhao Dudu's long legs.
"I'll kill you first!" Zhao Dudu glared, then took off his thick down jacket and threw it on the sofa, twisted his waist and went to the kitchen.
"The porridge is in the rice cooker!" Chu Zheng put his head in and shouted, then sat down.
"Woo!" Laifu jumped on the sofa and sat down, looking directly at Chu Zheng with his dog eyes, making a threatening sound in his throat, and showing his fangs from time to time to show his dissatisfaction with Chu Zheng.
"Shut up!" Chu Zheng leaned forward and grabbed the fruit knife from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, and gestured twice, "I'll kill you if you barge your teeth at me again!"
"Sob!" Without saying a word, Laifu jumped off the sofa and ran towards the kitchen with his tail between his legs, seeking protection.
Half an hour later, Chu Zheng and Zhao Dudu appeared in Chu Zheng's original room on the first floor.
Now this room has been temporarily transformed into a gym by Chu Zheng.
But there was no fitness equipment in the room, and there were only two pink and green yoga mats on the floor, which Chu Zheng used for flexibility training.
"Let's learn a new move today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dudu, who was on the pink mat, spread his legs to both sides, then slowly leaned forward with his upper body, lying on the soft mat in front of him with his face turned sideways, looking as if he was sleeping.
Chu Zheng was sitting in front of Zhao Dudu. When he saw this action, he smiled and said, "Is it that simple? What is this practice for?"
Chu Zheng has been practicing yoga with Zhao Dudu for some time, but the previous exercises were all yoga movements that are beneficial to football players, such as increasing body flexibility, increasing range of motion, stride length, increasing strength, and reducing the risk of injury.
Zhao Dudu raised his upper body slightly, looked at Chu Zheng, and said: "This is Yin Yoga. It can improve your body's joints, connective tissue, fascia, ligaments and other aspects. Your current physical fatigue level is very high. Practicing Yin Yoga
Yoga rejuvenates your body."
After hearing this, Chu Zheng quickly followed suit and spread his legs forward to lie down on the soft mat.
"Close your eyes, relax your body and mind, don't think about anything, and let yourself go!"
"Breathe the way I just taught you!"
Ten minutes later, Chu Zheng straightened up and retracted his legs. He was not as stiff as expected.
There is an indescribable sense of relaxation in the lower back, thighs, and buttocks, and the previous heavy feeling of fatigue has disappeared without a trace.
"This action is really effective. I feel my body is much more relaxed!" Chu Zheng smiled broadly.
"Rest for a while and do a few other movements. After you fully open up your body, we can do other movements."
An hour and a half later, Chu Zheng's twice-weekly flexibility training class ended.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Chu Zheng wiped his sweat and got up from the mat and walked outside the house.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dudu's eyes lit up when he looked up. Chu Zheng quickly stopped and turned around, crossing his hands in front of his chest, "Don't bring up the hot pot!"
"Okay!" Zhao Dudu pouted his pink lips and lay down weakly, "Then do whatever you want!"
Chu Zheng smiled and left the room.
During Zhao Dudu's tenure, he came to Wolfsburg twice a week.
The hot pot base she gave to Chu Zheng had almost been eaten by herself.
Chu Zheng was speechless. He had never seen anyone who liked hot pot so much.
Moreover, Zhao Dudu didn't get angry or get acne even after eating it every day, which made Chu Zheng sigh that it was indeed made from chili pepper water.
"Ding dong!"
As soon as he walked out of the room, Chu Zheng heard the doorbell ringing, so he turned towards the door.
"Brother Zhang?" Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment when he opened the door and saw Zhang Xizhe standing outside the door with a faint smile.
"Chu Zheng, I may have to go back after the season!" After sitting down in the living room, Zhang Xizhe smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.
Chu Zheng, who was sitting opposite Zhang Xizhe, frowned slightly when he heard this and said, "Go back to the Chinese Super League?"
Zhang Xizhe nodded and said, "Yes, if you don't leave, I will be dead!"
Chu Zheng understood what Zhang Xizhe meant when he said it was useless.
If a player does not play for a long time, it will cause the player to lose the rhythm of the game, and the blow to the player's confidence will also be devastating.
In Chu Zheng's opinion, the timing of Zhang Xizhe's arrival at Wolfsburg is truly amazing.
This year's Wolfsburg are definitely the two strongest teams in the Bundesliga, even much better than the Wolfsburg team that Magath led to win the championship.
The report that the European media are now collectively praising Wolfsburg as one of the representatives of offensive football is not just a joke.
Zhang Xizhe simply cannot compete with De Bruyne, Perisic and others.
After spending time with Zhang Xizhe in the team, Chu Zheng already knows Zhang Xizhe's technical characteristics very well.
To be honest, among Wolfsburg's midfielders, Zhang Xizhe may have good foot skills, but he is definitely at the bottom in terms of overall strength.
Even Tresch was able to get some games from Dieter Metal when Wolfsburg was plagued by injuries.
And why is Zhang Xizhe always excluded from Dieter Black Gold?
Chu Zheng once asked this question directly in a conversation with Dieter Heijing.
Dieter Heijing's answer at the time was that Zhang Xizhe's skills were good, but his shortcomings were also very obvious.
Lack of physical strength and poor defense.
Dieter Heijin denied Zhang Xizhe in just two sentences, leaving Chu Zheng speechless.
In fact, in terms of position, it is difficult for Zhang Xizhe to gain a foothold in Wolfsburg. Chu Zheng feels that it is even difficult for him to adapt to the five major leagues.
Because today's football midfielders are gradually becoming midfielders or even B2B players, it is difficult for Zhang Xizhe's physical and technical characteristics to complete this transformation.
But there are not only the five major leagues in Europe, but there are also other excellent leagues. Although they do not attract much attention, you cannot say that their level is low.
"Brother Zhang, have you considered going to other European leagues?" Chu Zheng suddenly asked.
"Forget it, I'd better go back to China!" Zhang Xizhe shook his head and refused directly. Apparently he had already considered this aspect.
When Chu Zheng heard this, he immediately swallowed the words that came to his mouth and did not intend to persuade him any more.
He hopes that Zhang Xizhe, like Niu Benben and others, will first look for opportunities in the secondary leagues, and then seek development upwards.
But now that Zhang Xizhe has made a decision, it is hard for him to persuade him anymore. Chu Zheng still understands that it is taboo to talk briefly and talk deeply.
After a while, Zhang Xizhe got up and left.
Chu Zheng walked to the door and looked at Zhang Xizhe's retreating back, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
He really wanted to persuade Zhang Xizhe to stay in Europe, even if he went to the second league, as long as he could play football.
But he couldn't say it, because he was trying to persuade Zhang Xizhe to gamble on Zhang Xizhe's career.
If Zhang Xizhe still cannot change the way he plays, his career will be over.
Chu Zheng cannot persuade others to gamble with their lives.
"Why don't you persuade him to stay?" Zhao Dudu appeared next to Chu Zheng and asked.
"I can't persuade him!" Chu Zheng shook his head and smiled, "This is his life. Maybe he can change his way of playing football by staying in Europe for two years, adapt to European football, and make himself stronger, but in the future No one can guarantee anything."
"It takes a lot of courage for Brother Zhang to take the initiative to step out of his comfort zone, but now it is understandable that he chooses to go back."
"But if it were me, I would bet! Even if it costs me my career, I don't want to regret it in the future!" Chu Zheng's last words emphasized his tone.
"It is said that people go to higher places, but some people know that it is not cold at high places. Sometimes, like water, flowing to lower places may be able to absorb hundreds of rivers and gain a different new life!"
Hearing Chu Zheng's two sighs, Zhao Dudu raised his head slightly and looked at Chu Zheng for several seconds, his eyes seemed a little surprised.