This was Zhang Jun's third day in France, and he woke up just early in the morning. Because there was a problem that prevented him from falling asleep peacefully.

The Belgian medical institution was unwilling to accept a patient like him because the risk of surgery was too high. Zhang Jun had no choice but to find French expert Dr. Seyen, who had performed twice on Ronaldo's knee. You can tell the level of Cyen when looking at Ronaldo's performance in the Korean and Japanese World Cup.

However, after conducting a comprehensive examination of Zhang Jun's injury, Sai Yang just shook his head: "Your injury was not as serious as they said. If it were me, there would be about 85% hope for healing. But for some reason, it took a long time to delay the injury and increase the difficulty of healing. In this situation, I can only guarantee about 50% hope, and..." Sai Yang looked at Zhang Jun sitting on the hospital bed, "And even if the ligament was successfully connected, you may not be able to continue playing football in the future. This operation has a permanent impact on the flexibility and strength of your left ankle."

Sey Young knew what these words mean for a football player, so he tried to keep his tone calm and not stimulate Zhang Jun.

But Zhang Jun was still stimulated. In China, he could think that it was because the medical level in China was not good enough. But in France, Dr. Seyen also told himself this, and he had to seriously consider the seriousness of this problem.

You can't continue playing football, you can't use your ankles as flexibly as before, your left foot becomes like glass and breaks as soon as you touch it... What does this mean for Zhang Jun?

He could not continue to enjoy the joy that football brought him, everything that football brought him could only watch his former companions running on the field in front of the TV. Zhang Jun is now increasingly able to feel Ren Yudi's mood when he gave up football.

"You can think carefully about whether you need surgery." After the famous doctor told the truth, what's left was not his job. He turned around and said goodbye to the Chinese player.

Hua Fang looked at Zhang Jun worriedly: "Zhang Jun, how did you... decide?"

But Zhang Jun did not answer her. He just grabbed the sheet hard and grabbed it hard, as if he wanted to tear the sheet apart.

But his heart was tightly held like this bed sheet.

With the help of Sophie, he can face everything that happened, but now it is not a problem that faces it or not, but a problem that must make a choice. For the future, for football, he must make a choice. During the high school exam, whenever he encounters multiple-choice questions that he can't do, Zhang Jun will directly choose the option that seems the longest. I don't know why, but he just feels that it is possible to choose this way.

But now, which answer is a little longer? Can anyone measure what impact a choice that appears will have on the future?

Zhang Jun can't, and Sophie can't.

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Zhang Jun turned his head and looked out the window. The morning outside Paris was beautiful. The sunlight shone into the room through the thin morning mist, flowing softly in front of his eyes.

But he didn't have the heart to appreciate all this in front of him.

Yesterday he did not give Sister Hua a answer, nor did he give himself an answer.

After undergoing surgery, half of the hope of success, and after treatment, it may not be able to return to the previous state. Because of one injury, he could not find his state after returning, so there were many players who were in decline. However, Zhang Jun did not want to be one of them. It was not that he really cared about titles like "Hope of Chinese Football", but that he still wanted to continue playing happily, and he couldn't bear to leave everything on this green field.

When he was injured, Zhang Junshi was discouraged and wanted to give up football, but now he has a clear difference. He is so hesitant and so he looks back and forth, not because he is cowardly, but because he cares too much about football, so he is so cautious.

Sophie's slap is really effective!

Sophie...Sophie!

Zhang Jun took out his cell phone and wanted to call Sophie. How great it would be if you were by my side, Sophie. When I was so bored that I wanted to talk, I had you as the audience. When I was confused and helpless, I had your smile to comfort me. When I was discouraged and wanted to give up, I had your soft voice... No, I had your slap as encouragement.

But today's question. What should I choose? Sophie, tell me, tell me which one should I choose?

Zhang Jun finally didn't dial that number out. He just clenched his phone and asked himself over and over again in his heart.

But at this time his cell phone rang, and it was Sophie who called. Such a coincidence! Is there any telepathy between them?

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment before answering the phone tremblingly: "Hey, Sophie?"

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Finally, she heard Zhang Jun's voice again, which made Sophie excited. These days she has been forcing herself not to think about Zhang Jun and not to call Zhang Jun. But this effort seems futile under the longing of the two. In the past two weeks, Sophie discovered something. It turned out that she loved Zhang Jun so much, and it was extremely difficult and cruel to let her leave Zhang Jun. This spiritual alienation made her unable to help crying whenever the night was late.

It was obvious that he was hard-hearted and said that he wanted to alienate Zhang Jun. For his strength and his future, he surrendered himself. He took the initiative to call him, just to listen to his voice and his breathing.

"It's me, Zhang Jun." Sophie took a deep breath and tried to calm her excitement.

"You, why did you call?" Zhang Jun was obviously a little surprised. After that incident, he thought Sophie would ignore him for a long time.

"I..." Sophie really didn't know how to answer after being asked by Zhang Jun. I can't answer directly, "I miss you", right? That's so embarrassing! It's all Zhang Jun, asking such an idiotic question! Sophie blamed Zhang Jun in her heart.

"I read the newspaper, I know everything about you there." Sophie, who didn't know how to answer, had to change the topic.

Zhang Jun was nervous, so Sophie wouldn't blame him again, right? "Listen to me, Sophie. This is the thing... it's not what they said..." Zhang Jun didn't know what the domestic media said, but explained it first.

"Zhang Jun, you... do you still care about my slap you?"

"I...this..."

"I know you must still resent me in your heart, right?"

"No! I don't have it, I don't hate you..." Zhang Jun quickly denied.

"Listen to me. In that case, other girls will definitely hold you, comfort you, and give you encouragement, right? But I was really too angry and anxious at that time. I didn't consider your psychological feelings at that time. I apologize to you!" Sophie took the phone and bowed deeply.

"No, no!" Zhang Jun waved his hand in a hurry as if Sophie was right in front of him.

"I shouldn't be so willful, shouldn't be self-centered, and ignore your feelings... I'm really not a qualified girlfriend. You have suffered so much, but I'm selfish enough to play football, I'm really..." Sophie couldn't continue because she was a little choked. She was afraid that if she kept stopping, she would really cry like that with the phone.

"No! Sophie, you don't have to apologize to me." Zhang Jun was finally able to interfere.

He touched his cheek, where he had just been beaten hard by Sophie over two weeks ago.

This slap hurts so much, especially when I was so depressed, you didn't comfort me, but instead hit me. I really felt very painful... But I know that no matter how painful I was, it was not as good as yours. My pain could be known through the news media and shared with me. But your pain could only be buried deep in your heart. No one gave you flowers, no one prayed for you, and even your best friend could not confide in. What should you do if you really can't bear it?

"Listen to me, it's because I didn't consider your feelings. In the past, I always wanted to rely on you, Yang Pan, Qiu Zhi, and Sister Hua... I rely on too many people. I really need independence and need to face it alone. I was still worried about the operation just now. Now I finally have the answer: I like football, and I want to continue playing football. It's because of this, even if the operation has only half the success rate, and even if there is only one percent hope to recover after the operation, I am willing to undergo surgery. Some things need to be fought for by myself."

"You, have you really decided, Zhang Jun?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Jun nodded heavily, and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he made a decision. The problem that he wanted to break his head just now is actually no big deal. Just untied everything. "I don't want others to say that the person Sophie fell in love with was a coward. I have to rely on my own efforts to return to the football field."

Sophie chuckled softly: "No matter what decision you make, I support you. I will pray for you from your side, Zhang Jun."

Hearing Sophie's laughter, Zhang Jun's mood also relaxed. His emotions seemed to be born for Sophie. When Sophie was happy, he was happy, and Sophie was sad, he was sad. But the same is true, Sophie was the same. When Zhang Jun finally wrote the answer on this multiple-choice question, whether it was correct or not, Sophie could breathe a sigh of relief.

This road was chosen by Zhang Jun herself. No matter whether it is rugged or not, no matter whether it is difficult or not, no matter how far she can go, Sophie will be with Zhang Jun and walk with him, without looking back, without regret, and without stopping.

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When Huafang appeared in Zhang Jun's ward, Zhang Jun was looking out the window intently. Huafang thought Zhang Jun was attracted by some special scenery, so she followed Zhang Jun's gaze, but apart from the lush leaves and dazzling sunshine, she didn't see anything special. It has been like this for so many days outside the window, why did Zhang Jun become interested in it today?

"Sister Hua, I decided to undergo surgery." This is Zhang Jun's answer. When he said this, he still looked out the window. He was not admiring the scenery, he was yearning for returning to the vast world as soon as possible.

He is Long, and this miserable ward does not belong to him.

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Sai Yang looked at the brave Chinese guy. "Have you really thought it through? Are you willing to take all the risks brought by the surgery, even the possibility of not being able to play football again in the future?" he asked.

Zhang Jun nodded with a smile.

Zhang Jun on the court came back at this moment. He played football with a smile, accepted cheers with a smile, and of course he also faced the elusive future with a smile.

Seynn didn't understand what made this young man so courageous. Two days ago, he was still swaying about his future choices, but today he could smile and say that he was willing to undergo surgery. You should know that Ronaldo had even cried in pain while holding his injured leg.

When athletes face this kind of pain that can affect their life, different people will behave differently. Cowards will retreat and be afraid. A brave person does not yell arrogantly "I can" and "I am not afraid", but calmly accepts the fate that is pressed on him, even if it is so injustice.

And Zhang Jun belongs to the latter.

Seyon smiled: "Okay. Let's start tomorrow morning. Have a good dream tonight."

Yes, after making such a choice, Zhang Jun finally had a good sleep, and then when he woke up, he already had two healthy legs and ran on the green field.

This is really an extremely beautiful dream.

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Huafang stood at the door of the operating room, watching Zhang Jun pushing into the operating room with some concern. Until the moment the door was closed, she could still see Zhang Jun giving her a thumbs up and smiling.

After this operation, I wonder what kind of Zhang Jun we can see will be like?

The river of time may fork here, but no one knows where it will flow.

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There are laughter, there are sadness and many waiting. At the moment when you are bound to tears, raise your head and don't sigh, don't worry. What greets you is a pair of warm hands. There is still a little pain in the wound yesterday. It's true that you have to look calm and straighten your chest. Keep a new dream. You'll take care of all the glory. The journey is long. You still have to take care of yourself. Just in the minute when you feel most tired, you will hear the sound of victory. The wind and rain. The night is cold and the blood is boiling. When dawn, you sing loudly to all those who love you. If you win, you will win everything. In the future, you are like a proud warrior. Hold your head up and walk towards the crowd. The most painful realization makes you extremely happy. Tomorrow is a farther future. You have more expectations...

(Man Wenjun's "The Future of the Future")

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Adriansey was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief because Zhang Jun finally underwent the operation. Regardless of the final result of the operation, there is finally a new beginning. He can also devote all his energy to the team.

In the past month, Warrendam has suffered continuous blows on all fronts. Because he was too excited some time ago, the team could no longer keep up with the too frequent game arrangements in terms of physical fitness reserves. Warrendam is a small club and cannot use rotation system to reasonably allocate physical strength like the big club. Moreover, the substitute and the main team have a large difference, which makes Adrianser able to let the main team stand up.

But this month happened to be the so-called "devil schedule". Not only was the schedule dense, but the opponents were not weak. Warrendam played seven games in a row in 16 days, with three of the opponents being Ajax and Feyenoord, and they had to meet Ajax twice, in the league and the Dutch Cup. In these seven games, Warrendam only achieved a bad record of one win, two draws and four losses. After being eliminated from the League Cup, the Dutch Cup also stopped in the quarterfinals.

All this angered the team's boss Horns. The team's poor record will directly affect his financial interests. This is absolutely not allowed. He has warned Adriansse, the head coach, that Zhang Jun's injury cannot happen again. A club player, with the club's maximum salary, suffered such serious injuries when he returned to China to participate in the competition, and asked the club to pay for him to treat him. In the end, did the club get any benefits?

"I'm a professional club, not a nursing home!" Horns shouted, but Adrians had forgotten all his nonsense as soon as he went out.

Zhang Jun, treat it well, it’s no big deal.

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Van Basten glanced at the TV for a last glance, then got up and turned off the TV, picked up the tactical board on the table, opened the office door and walked out.

The guys from the Ajax Youth Team are still waiting for him as the head coach. You can't always focus on that Chinese boy, otherwise those people will be jealous, haha!

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"...The latest progress in Zhang Jun's treatment situation, Zhang Jun finally agreed to the advice of the famous French expert Seynn and received treatment. He was pushed into the operating room at 9 o'clock this morning local time. Dr. Seynn said this was a very challenging operation and the risk was very high, but if Zhang Jun wanted to recover, this was the only way. The operation will be done for a long time. We can only hope that Zhang Jun's surgery will be successful and he can return to the court as soon as possible. The following is the news from international football..."

Those who were eating in the cafeteria turned their eyes to the four TVs hanging above them. I don’t know who turned the sound to the maximum, so the sounds inside the TV can still be clearly heard in the noisy cafeteria.

But then again, who would make a loud noise when playing this news? The entire cafeteria was extremely quiet, and the sound of the TV seemed a bit too loud.

Some people in the cafeteria applauded, some whistled, and some shouted loudly.

Sophie sat in the seat, her roommate touched her hard and asked her to look up at the TV, but she still looked down at the table, her hands holding the spoon were trembling slightly, and the spoon gently tapped the lunch box.
To be continued...