Champion’s Heart

After coming out of the Brakel training base, neither Mark nor Zhou Yi sat in the car without saying a word.

Although the old Wagner was a little strange, he didn't ask too much. He is not the kind of person who likes to talk.

So the three people in the car were silent and returned home.

When they were eating, both of them seemed to be very preoccupied, they just buried their heads in eating, but didn't speak.

This is really unusual for the two people who used to always make the atmosphere hot at the dinner table.

Mrs. Wagner asked her husband what was going on with her eyes.

Her husband replied I don't know with his eyes.

Mrs. Wagner asked her husband furiously with her eyes: How could you not know?!

They didn't say anything. Old Wagner felt aggrieved.

You don't know how to ask!

How do I ask?

Just when the couple communicated with each other through their eyes through years of tacit understanding, Mark pushed the plate and said, I'm done eating, you take it easy.

Then he got up and walked to his room.

Not long after, Zhou Yi also got up and left.

Looking at the backs of the two children, Mrs. Wagner's eyes were full of worry.

Although she didn't know what happened, the fool also knew that the current situation must be wrong.

But she couldn't help much yet, so she could only be anxious.

This feeling, as a mother is the most uncomfortable.

If Zhou Yi hadn't been so silent, she would have wanted to ask Zhou Yi what happened.

But looking at Zhou Yi now that she is also preoccupied, it is difficult for her to say this.

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Mark didn't ask Zhou Yi to come to his room for special training this evening. Maybe he felt that the special training was meaningless?

And Zhou Yi didn't go to Mark either.

The two of them are in their own room, each with their own thoughts...

It may not be right to say that, Mark must be preoccupied, but Zhou Yi who returned to his room was not the expression on the dining table.

He turned on the computer, logged in to QQ, and began to deal with the messages he hadn't posted for several days.

It was no different from any ordinary night, and seemed not to be affected by the events of the day at all.

On QQ, Zhou Yi told his parents that he had already played an official league game in U19 and performed well, and his main position should have been stabilized.

But he didn't say anything about Mark.

After processing the messages on QQ, Zhou Yi opened the search engine, entered Are there any gods in this world in the search box, and then pressed Enter...

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Unlike Zhou Yi who surfed the Internet in front of the computer, after Mark returned to his room, he turned on the game console and entered the game archive.

Then he looked at the personal attributes of his character in a daze.

After countless nights of hard work, he, who was mostly white data at the beginning, has become a world-class striker.

The figures of eighty and ninety are not rare.

Recalling Zhou Yi's data when he first built this character, it is simply appalling.

At the beginning, I felt that Zhou Yi had set himself too badly, which did not conform to his real self.

Now he suddenly felt that what Zhou Yi said was right, that was his real strength, it was so unbearable!

Instead of a glamorous statistic, a world-class striker like now...

It's virtual, fake, unreal. It can only exist in the hard disk of the game console, and cannot be projected into reality.

In reality, I am like a clown, whose only function is to use my clumsiness to make others laugh.

This kind of me, perhaps, is really not suitable for professional football as my sister said.

Didn't Gotze say that he is useless without Zhou Yi...

I don't deserve to stay in U19.

Maybe don't deserve to stay in Dortmund...

Mark presses the button to select his character, selects the delete button, and a OK or No window pops up on the screen. He hesitates for a moment, but presses OK.

He deleted the character that Zhou Yi worked so hard to build in the game, even though this character is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables with the cooperation of him and Zhou Yi, and together with Zhou Yi's virtual character, he helped Dortmund take all they can get. Champions have been won over and over again.

But that is virtual after all, meaningless.

No matter how good I perform in the game, I can't change my unbearable situation in reality.

Special training... was meaningless in the end!

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Zhou Yi sat in his room, but his ears were always listening intently to the movement next door.

He knew that according to Mark's habit, before going to bed every day, he had to go downstairs to take a shower.

He is now waiting for Mark to take a shower.

Sure enough, when he heard the sound of the door opening from the next door, he jumped up from the bed and rushed to the door of his own room. When the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, he opened the door and quickly slipped away. into Mark's room.

Then he crawled directly under Mark's bed, lay down, caught his breath, and waited patiently.

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Mark came back from the shower, went into the room and closed the door, fell directly on the bed, got into the quilt, he was going to sleep.

Zhou Yi was lying on the floor, and he could clearly hear Mark turning over on the bed and his breathing.

He didn't know if Mark tossed and turned like this every night when he slept, but today he did turn over a bit frequently.

The bed above made creaking noises continuously, and Zhou Yi even suspected that Mark couldn't fall asleep.

But now Zhou Yi has nothing to do, he can only lie on the ground and wait.

Waiting for Mark to fall asleep, but not yet asleep, is the half-asleep and half-awake state, which is the moment needed in Zhouyi's plan.

After waiting for an indeterminate amount of time, Zhou Yi heard Mark's breathing above him gradually become even, and the frequency of tossing and turning decreased significantly. Zhou Yi knew that the opportunity had come.

So he lay on the floor and whispered Mark's name.

Mark Wagner. He didn't speak in his own tone, but tried to make his voice deep and thick, more like the voice of a middle-aged man.

Not to mention, he imitated it so vividly, and his tone was controlled very steadily.

Of course, this is all thanks to his wide-ranging interests since he was a child. He was interested in cross talk for a while when he was a child... What is cross talk about? Speak and learn to sing.

To learn is to imitate.

Zhou Yi imitated the voice of a middle-aged man and continued to call Mark.

Mark Wagner.

After calling it several times in a row, after increasing the volume a little bit, Mark on the bed finally responded. He turned over, or sat up directly from the bed.

Who is it? There was confusion in his voice that had just been awakened from sleep. Who is talking to me?

It's me. Zhou Yi said under his throat.

Who are you? Mark must have been looking around on the bed, but he didn't see anyone, so there was some panic in his voice.

It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I know who you are. Marc Wagner, a teenager who loves football and Borussia Dortmund, aspires to become a professional player and wear a Dortmund jersey. Am I right?

Uh...no.

Unexpectedly, Mark's answer was different from before.

That's just past tense. Mark said in a low voice. I don't actually have the talent and ability to become a professional player, and I can't play for Dortmund...

Hearing what Mark said, Zhou Yi sighed in his heart. If he hadn't played tricks, he might not have been able to ask what Mark was saying.

Why? Because you didn't perform well in training?

No, it's not for this reason... I found myself useless except relying on my friends... Mark continued in a low voice.

Zhou Yi scolded Ge Ce secretly in his heart, it really was that kid! Even if what he said is right, can he not say such things in front of Mark? You can talk to me in private!

Then why don't you think that there are so many people in the team, why is it that you are the only one who can 'rely on' your friends? And no one else can?

Maybe... because... he lives in my house?

No, it's because you have your strengths, and your strengths can be better matched with your friends. If you give up the dream you have held on to for many years just because of this reason, then I can only say that I am right You are disappointed, Mark Wagner.

You are afraid of your dreams, you are knocked down by your dreams, and you are crushed.

After saying this, Zhou Yi stopped talking. He lay quietly under the bed without taking a breath.

Huh? Mark didn't seem to realize that the mysterious person who was talking to him suddenly disappeared. He was hit by the last sentence and froze on the bed.

Am I afraid of my dreams, have I been knocked down and defeated by my dreams?

Dreams are a wonderful thing, why should I be afraid of them?

Are you afraid of your dreams because you can't make them come true?

Is it because the dream gives me too much pressure to be afraid of the dream?

Is the fear of dreaming because of worrying about the consequences of dream failure?

Mark sat blankly on his bed, asking himself this question in his mind.