Legendary Road

The morning sun shines down on the tree-lined path of Dortmund University, dotted with bright yellowed autumn leaves, and finally pours down through the gaps between the branches and leaves like a gurgling stream.

As soon as the breeze passed, a cotinus leaf escaped from the control of the mother tree and fell down in a whirl.

Yan Jing raised his head, his eyes followed the trajectory of the leaves drifting in the air and slowly descending. Seeing the cotinus leaves swim to the top of his head, Yan Jing casually reached out and tried to take them into his palm.

A sudden gust of wind blew by, and before the cotinus leaf had time to fall into Yan Jing's palm, it was swept up and rushed to the distance together with the other leaves of the corpse lying on the ground.

The dispute with Aotelia last night ended with Aotelia calling Ulf and asking Schalke fans to accompany her to the hospital.

Yan Jing sat at the dining table early in the morning, and Ulf, who brought August, rang the doorbell, and he got up and walked over to open the door.

August, who was only eight years old, saw that it was the head coach of Dortmund's first team who opened the door for him. Yan Jing asked for a signature for the group photo.

Otria, who was eating a croissant, laughed from ear to ear when she saw this scene, which drew Ulf's eyes full of resentment and embarrassment.

But this child is really tall, even though foreigners generally develop early, but August's height of 145 cm made Yan Jing think he was at least ten years old at first.

After greeting Aotelia and Ulf, Yan Jing took the subway to Dortmund University, today's destination.

Now I'm finally a certified professional coach——

After brushing off the leaves that fell on his shoulders, Yan Jing stretched, took out his coaching ID from his briefcase and looked around, then put it back with satisfaction, turned around and prepared to go home.

But at this time, a familiar voice suddenly stopped him.

"Yan—? Is it you, Yan?!"

This voice...?Yan Jing turned his head guessing, and saw a person standing there at the end of the path, but this person was holding a thick stack of books in his arms, and these books were stacked to cover the other person's face.

Yan Jing stopped and turned around. He opened his lips slightly to confirm his guess. At this moment, a hand emerged from behind the book and swayed towards him. The next moment the book in the other hand collapsed, and then he saw Nick Vincent, who hugged his head and called out to hell.

"..."

Yan Jing took a few steps forward and confirmed that it was really Nick Vincent himself.

It's as stupid as it gets.

"Yan, don't you know me—? Come and do me a little favor—"

Nick's yelling echoed in the quiet campus, Yan Jing had no choice but to walk over at a faster pace, squatting down to help him pick up the book.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going to lead the training?"

As a person who can always get acquainted with the people around him, Nick subconsciously feels that Yan Jing is different from others.Although the last time Yan Jing took him to Gelsenkirchen to watch the UEFA Champions League final, there was no communication between the two of them. Nick could only watch Yan Jing one-way through the TV screen or in the stadium, but Nick still For no reason, I felt an indescribable intimacy with Yan Jing.

"That's what I want to ask, okay?" Yan Jing rolled his eyes after being robbed of the opening remarks by Nick, "If I remember correctly, aren't you only 17 years old this year? Why are you at the University of Dortmund?"

"Did I tell you before that I'm actually a genius."

Yan Jing cast a steady glance at Nick who was full of embarrassment: "How many balls can you juggle now?"

This sentence suddenly brought back terrible memories of Nick. He was picked up by Nick that day. He heard that the Chinese in front of him was the coach of Dortmund’s U13 team. He vowed to declare that he was a genius and planned to show off. There's no after that.

But Nick didn't feel particularly embarrassed by Yan Jing's complaints. He stood up with half of the book in his arms and laughed heartily.

"Hahahahahahahaha, what are you talking about, Yan, the me now is very different from before."

Yan Jing expressed doubts about this: "Your golf skills have started to improve by leaps and bounds?"

"No, I've given up on my dream of becoming a professional player, winning prizes and getting soft hands." Nick said frankly, "Don't you see that I'm concentrating on my studies?"

"Concentrate on your studies?"

"I'm a genius, I really didn't lie to you this time."

Yan Jing buried his head in looking at the books in his hands, they were all college textbooks, and when he opened the cover, it seemed that Nick had written his name on it.

This guy is really a college student.

"Not bad, although you can't exercise, your IQ still looks good."

"Why can't I hear that you are praising me?"

Yan Jing smiled brightly, but he was suspicious in his heart. He didn't believe that Nick Vincent just gave up football.

"Are you still following football?"

Nick despised Yan Jing with an expression that you really don't have a brain: "Nonsense, I just don't plan to enter professional football."

Yan Jing picked up the other half of the books and followed Nick: "So, what do you do now except study?"

Nick curled his lips: "What else can I do? Play games, develop software, and help the team if you are free..."

Yan Jing turned his head and glanced at Nick: "Help the team?"

Talking about this incident, Nick's chatty nature began to attack again.

"It is a team formed in our area. It has not been established for three years, and it is now playing in the Westfalen First League League."

The German league system is divided into six levels. From the Bundesliga, there are Bundesliga, Bundesliga, and Bundesliga. After that, there are regional leagues, which are divided into southern, northern, and western leagues.And the lower the level of the league, the finer the division. The Westfalen First Union League that Nick mentioned is just one of the 27 sixth-level leagues in total.

"This summer I went to my dad's new house to play, thanks to advanced medical technology. His injured leg, which was unable to exercise vigorously, healed miraculously, and the whole person looked much more energetic than before, and he also quit smoking. I was used to it, so I tentatively asked him if he still wanted to play football. After hesitating for a while, he gave me an affirmative answer.” Nick is very proud of his father, “In any case, my father has also played in the Bundesliga. , Since he joined the team, the team's record has been getting better and better, and our team is very hopeful to be promoted to the North Rhine-Westphalia Premier League this year."

Yan Jing was in a good mood: "Then you really helped the team a lot."

"That's not what I mean by helping." Nick shook off a leaf that floated over his head, "Usually when I'm not very busy, I'm helping our team collect information on opponents. This is our team's winning streak this year. secret."

Yan Jing had to look at Nick again: "Collect information? What kind of information?"

Nick couldn't move his hand and count on his fingers, so he had to nod instead.

"The attitude of the opponent's management, the coaching team's usual tactics, employment habits, on-the-spot command characteristics, the height and weight of the players, their positions on the field, technical characteristics, field habits, personality weaknesses, and gossip..."

Isn't it just a sixth level regional league?Yan Jing was a little dazed: "You don't even let gossip news go?"

Nick nodded: "The player's lace news does not have no impact on the game, I just try my best to be as detailed as possible."

"But where did you find this information?"

Nick found a wooden chair by the side of the road and unloaded the book in his hand, shaking his index finger at Yan Jing with a mysterious expression.

"Not to tell you—"

Yan Jing looked at the tricky Nick curiously, and asked persistently: "Tell me? I'll treat you to dinner later at noon."

Nick said with a serious face: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would sell his soul for a meal?"

Yan Jing rubbed the book cover and thought for a while: "Then... two meals?"

"make a deal!"

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Since Nick still had classes in the afternoon, Yan Jing settled lunch with Nick at school. Nick and Yan Jing exchanged mobile phone numbers and made an appointment to go to the restaurant to have a good meal in the evening.

In the afternoon, Yan Jing didn't intend to just wait like this. He planned to make an appointment for a restaurant first, and then go shopping in the nearby commercial street. If he saw clothes or other things that were pleasing to the eye, he would buy them - usually he didn't have much time Spending money, now he has almost 50 euros saved in his card, which is considered a small fortune.

After checking Google, Yan Jing chose to call a famous French restaurant nearby.This restaurant is known for its romantic and elegant environment, exquisite and delicious food, and of course the prices on the menu are not cheap.

After making a reservation for the restaurant and sending the address to Nick, Yan Jing walked into an Armani store, and he saw a vintage black trench coat hanging in the corner for the first time.

The pretty counter lady was keenly aware of Yan Jing's gaze, and then she took a second look, this Asian...isn't he the head coach of Dortmund who has aroused heated discussions among female fans and even ordinary girls because of his good-looking face!

When Yan Jing was considering whether to buy it directly, the lady at the counter warmly greeted him, recommended clothes for Yan Jing, and advised him to go into the fitting room and try to see if it fits.

Originally, Yan Jing wanted to save some trouble and just buy it back, but he looked at the curvaceous girl in front of him... As a young man who is in a stage of vigorous energy, the girl's beautiful face full of smiles made Yan Jing willing to trouble her so much. one time.

Yan Jing took the windbreaker into the fitting room and quickly changed it. Looking in the mirror, he found that the windbreaker fit him quite well, as if it was tailor-made for him, so he immediately decided to buy it.

Seeing that the number that was swiped off in the card was only a fraction, Yan Jing didn't feel any pain when he bought a famous brand for the first time.

After finally coming out once, buying a piece of clothing is not considered a luxury.

After paying, Yan Jingye was too lazy to change his clothes back, he stuffed the original clothes into the bag, and walked out of the store while the counter lady welcomed the next visit.

Yan Jing went to a nearby stadium to watch the children play a game of wild ball. Seeing that the agreed time was approaching, he came to the reserved restaurant.

The waiter led Yan Jing into the private room on the top floor. The ceiling was decorated into a vast universe, emitting a little bit of starlight, making Yan Jing feel like he was in a galaxy.The wall opposite the door is replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with a thin layer of white soft gauze, and there is a piano next to it. If you want, you can play a song for your loved one.

It was getting dark, and the colorful lights gradually lit up outside the window, reflecting on the glass, and the glaring feeling of artificial light was filtered out by the white gauze.The rectangular dining table is covered by a fine tablecloth, and the elegant candlesticks flicker with dim yellow fire, adding a bit of charm to the red roses in the gorgeous vases.

Not bad, not bad, did not deceive consumers.

This kind of atmosphere is even better than the high-end French restaurant that Yan Jing imagined. He sat down and nodded with satisfaction, when his cell phone rang again.

Yan Jing didn't look at the caller ID, picked up the phone and said, "Nick?"

"No, boss, it's me..."

Yan Jing immediately reacted when he heard the voice: "Mario, good evening."

"Good evening! Boss, Aotelia said that you are resting today, can I have a meal with you? I still have something to ask you..."

Yan Jing immediately agreed: "Okay, where are you now?"

The location reported by Getce was very close to the restaurant where Yan Jing was, and Yan Jing told Getce the location of the restaurant.

After Yan Jing finished his call, Nick Vincent arrived. He opened the door and walked in. He looked around the room, and whistled in amazement as he hadn't seen much of the world.

"Cool! As expected of a high-end restaurant!"

Then Nick walked around, looked here and there, touched there, opened the piano lid and played randomly.

Not wanting to be deafened by the magic sound again, Yan Jing told Nick to sit down and settle down.

"Come on, let's take a look at the menu first."

Nick cheered and took his seat. He looked at the text on the menu, a little confused.

"Yan, what are these?"

The table in front of him was very wide, and Yan Jing had to stand up and bend over to Nick to have a look: "This is baked French snails, this is..."

At this moment, the waiter outside the door was bringing Gotze who had rushed to the top floor. Seeing that the door was not closed, Getze pushed it open by himself.

Dim candlelight, bright red roses, the image of Yan Jing leaning over and laughing and whispering in Nick's ear fell into his retina.

Gotze suddenly wanted to turn around and leave.

The author has something to say: My God, I actually updated daily for a whole week! ! ! ...and then I feel like I'm going to get Calvin again.

By the way, when I checked the information today, I was looking for the age limit for Bundesliga players. The only thing Baidu found was 18 years old, but Shaheen appeared at the age of 16.I would like to ask if there are any readers who know about this matter, the age limit for Bundesliga players to play?In my outline, Gotze will be promoted to the first team at the age of 15. If this violates the Bundesliga rules, how can I write it......

Also, everyone should not mind Yan Jing making a girlfriend who is destined to break up (.)