Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 889 The Road to Legend...
"Wedard...Seade...Franco...Dario...Tobias..."

"You... are you all here..."

"what--"

In the empty and dark room, there was a sudden dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a sleepy cry of pain.

Could it be that he suddenly realized that he had fallen off the bed in his sleep.

"This...this is..."

Soon, Mo Fei was stunned, looking around, the scene in front of him was so strange but familiar: there was a football hanging on the wall, it was the official commemorative football "Fevernove" of the 02 World Cup, Mo Fei knew he had one, but The football is far away in his home in the small town of Huaxia; the window is a traditional Chinese wooden window, with Chinese art paper-cuts pasted on it; behind the door of the bedroom, there is a bright red Chinese knot; the most incredible thing for Mo Fei is , he saw the huge but somewhat mottled yellow wooden table by the window, and there was a small lamp on the table—could he always remember that when he was a student, he crawled under the lamp for countless days and nights to study hard ...

"This...this...why are you here? Am I not in Hoffenheim? Wade? Dario? Franco...where are you?"

Could it be that there was a bad premonition in his heart, and an extremely strange feeling came to his heart.

"Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo...are you alright?"

The door was pushed open, and Mo Hongjun and his wife, who rushed into the bedroom when they heard Mo Fei's scream, saw their son sitting on the ground in a daze, and their expressions changed drastically.

"...no...it's okay..."

"It's just that I accidentally fell under the bed while sleeping, it's okay..."

After a long time, Mo Fei got up from the ground and showed a warm smile to his parents, signaling that they don't have to worry at all.

"That's good. Be careful when you sleep, so you don't fall."

"Well, I see."

After closing the door, the smile on Mo Fei's face suddenly turned into depression and despair, and crystal tears burst out simultaneously.

There are not too deep age marks on the faces of the parents. Although the crow's feet are faintly visible, they are far worse than the old faces I know.

Familiar childhood environment, familiar voice and smile, familiar past...

Mo Fei slowly got up and collapsed on the bed weakly.

Is everything just a dream?
The next day, that is, Saturday morning, Mo Fei walked to the school alone.

He didn't know why he came here, it was just... a subconscious behavior.It seemed that there was a voice in his heart, constantly urging him to go to this place.

The morning sun was so bright that one couldn't help moaning comfortably.

But Mo Fei had no time to enjoy the sunshine, and stood calmly at the school gate.

Colorful flags fluttered around the majestic gate. Although it was the weekend, the school was still full of people. Students rushed to the school playground holding small flags, and the shouts of "Come on" and "Xiongqi" were intermittent.

"'Triple Cup'?"

Could it be that he whispered something strangely, his spirits were lifted suddenly, and he walked quickly to the playground.

Before he got close, the sharp and loud voice of his friend Wang Hao came over.

"I'm ashamed of you! Brother Fei, hurry up and make up the number of people to make soy sauce... That silly X of Qingguo has diarrhea at a critical moment..."

Looking at the pair of goalkeeper gloves in his hand, could it be that he was a little bit astonished, and then a strange smile appeared on his face...

An hour later, the game ended, and Mo Fei stood there in a daze, thoughtful, as if waiting for something.

On the small blackboard beside the playground, the number 3:2 was marked, and Mo Fei's class 2 lost the game by one goal.

"Don't be angry, our strength is just like this, we have done our best to be able to fight like this, at worst, we will just take the thermos back next year..."

Wang Hao saw Mo Fei standing there like a pillar, and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

Mo Fei nodded, even though he was not worried about losing the game at all at the moment.

Triple Cup, goalkeeper, goal, losing the game... just like the previous experience, is this... also a dream?
Could it be that there was some anticipation in his heart.

Sure enough, a moment later, an old but familiar voice sounded behind Mo Fei.

"Boy, wait."

Mo Fei turned his head, looked at Yuan Yuan with a bright face, and looked at the head coach of the school football team with a kind smile in front of him.

"Coach Yuan, I won't join the school football team."

"You know me?" The smile on Yuan Yuan's face instantly turned into astonishment, and soon became even weirder, "What? What did you just say? You don't want to join the school football team?... How do you know I'm here? Invited you to join the school team?"

Could it be that there was no answer, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

"Hey, old man Yuan, he will join our school's track and field team. It doesn't matter if you don't want to join your shabby football team!"

Another mid-pitched voice sounded.

Could it be that according to the reputation, Qu Weiguo, the head coach of the school's track and field team, was also standing not far away with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Coach Qu, I won't join the school track and field team either."

Mo Fei nodded at the other party with a smile, and said softly.

"What? What did you say?" Qu Weiguo was stunned. "You don't participate in the football team, and you don't participate in the track and field team? Did I hear you right? Wait...what did you call me? How did you know me?"

"Of course I know you."

Mo Fei murmured softly in his heart, but he didn't say it out. He just stared fixedly at the two giants in the sports world of Baita Middle School and smiled without saying a word.

Coach Yuan appeared, and Coach Qu also appeared, so, the rest...is it time for Chu Zuosheng and Uncle Chu to appear?
Could it be that he looked away from the two coaches Yuan Yuan and Qu Weiguo, and looked behind them leisurely, two figures, one tall and one short, were slowly walking towards this side.

Mo Fei was no stranger to these two figures.

The thin old man is naturally the former headmaster of Baita Middle School, Mr. Wang, while the tall and strong middle-aged man... is the face that Mo Fei will never forget in this life.

It was him who brought him to Chengdu, to the first professional club he played for in his life...Sichuan Quanxing!
"Young man..." Chu Zuosheng looked at Mo Fei looking this way, his heart trembled, and a strange but familiar feeling came to his heart.He was about to call this young man to stop, but he saw him running towards him like the wind.

"you……"

The words in Chu Zuosheng's mouth hadn't escaped completely, but Could Fei opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Uncle Chu..." Mo Fei murmured softly, as if a junior was acting like a spoiled child to his beloved elder.

"You are..."

Everyone around was stunned, even Principal Wang next to Chu Zuosheng was inexplicably surprised.

What's the matter with this kid, when we met for the first time, he acted like a baby to others like this, this...isn't it incredible?

Chu Zuosheng also had a strange look on his face. Although he was full of doubts, his hands seemed to be caressing the opponent's head uncontrollably.

Although he really wanted to push away the young boy in front of him, although he really wanted to ask the other party why he called him Uncle Chu, although he really wanted to ask the other party why he was so excited... But the words that came out of his mouth were even unbelievable to himself .

"Good boy..."

Could it be that he smiled.

He let go of Chu Zuosheng's embrace, and then took his big hand.

"Let's go, Uncle Chu."

"Uh...where are you going?" Chu Zuosheng looked puzzled, but he didn't stop walking, and despite Mo Fei's pulling, the two walked towards the school gate together.

"Go home...see Uncle Yu and Aunt Chu...then...go to Chengdu! Go back...home!"

Could it be that he smiled brightly, and the two quickly walked forward.

Could it be that he knew that this time, it was no longer a dream.

Ahead is his path, a bright avenue that truly belongs to him... leading to legend!
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