A blue vein jumped from Feng Qing's forehead: "It's Brother Feng, not Uncle Feng." He gritted his teeth.

Sophie laughed and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't Brother Feng have something to do? It will take a lot of time to treat Zhang Jun. Is there no problem?"

"Hmm? Oh! Haha! Just think it was a trip!" Feng Qing smiled at the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, sir, please don't make noise. Now is the rest time, don't bother other passengers, okay?" The beautiful flight attendant appeared in front of Feng Qing with a smile on his face. Feng Qing quickly said embarrassedly: "Okay! OK! No problem, I won't know next time! I will definitely not know next time! I promise!"

"What Brother Feng said is different!"

"Well, forget it. Let's not worry about those! Are you here in Europe for the first time? Let me introduce you to where there are fun places. I am a traveler... Well, first of all, the destination of our flight is Amsterdam in the Netherlands. As the capital of the Netherlands, Amsterdam is also the largest city and the second largest port in the Netherlands. Amsterdam is located in the northwest of the Netherlands, bordering Lake Essel. The western North Sea canal is connected to the North Sea. It is also an "underwater city" that is one to five meters below sea level. The famous Ajax Football Club (AJAX) is in this city."

"Brother Feng..."

"Don't interrupt, listen carefully. This is your first time in Europe. This information is very important to you."

"But, I..."

"Well, let me introduce the Volendam where Zhang Jun is located! Located in the northeast of the Netherlands, it belongs to GRONINGEN province, close to Germany, with a population of about 50,000. It is a Catholic town, which used to be a small fishing village. The scenery is beautiful, and rows of green wooden houses and lace-edged curtains hanging on the windows add a lot of warm atmosphere. In addition, Warendam is also a very popular wedding photography attraction. You can take buses 110, 112, 113, 116 from the main bus station in front of Amsterdam Central Railway Station, and the journey takes only 40 minutes..."

"I'm sorry, Brother Feng. But I have a travel manual too!" The booklet in Sophie Yangyang's hand was exactly the same as what Feng Qing was holding in her hand to read the script.

"Ah? Is that true? Haha, haha!" Feng Qing laughed embarrassedly again.

"Sorry! Sir! Please don't make a loud noise! ​​It's time to rest! Please don't bother other passengers!"

"But your voice is louder than mine, beautiful lady."

"Ah? This..."

The plane was shuttled through the clouds, and it was white outside, and nothing could be seen clearly, and everything was misty. The future was still unclear, but Sophie's mood was gradually brightening. I believe that when the plane rushed out of the clouds again and jumped up, she would definitely see the sunshine and the dazzling sun that could make people cry.

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On the 17th day after the operation, Zhang Jun returned to Warrendam who had been away from him with a cast on his left foot and a crutch in his hand. It caused riots among fans across the city. Everyone rushed to visit the Warrendam hero and sent him his most sincere blessings. Zhang Jun could not get out of the ground yet, so he and Huafang sat in the special car provided by the club. Through the closed window, they waved to the fanatical fans outside and smiled.

The Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly moved towards the team club location in the crowded crowd, and the driver was sweating nervously. He had never seen the fans here be so crazy for a player. They were not welcoming a player, but this was clearly... welcoming the King's return.

Li Yan and Wang Hua, together with other Chinese journalists, chased from France to the Netherlands. Li Yan, who had worked for Warrendam for a year before, did not expect this situation.

"Zhang Jun's legs have not healed yet. He just came back to recuperate. Why are they so excited?" Li Yan said in confusion. It was too hard to shuttle through the crowded crowd.

"You will naturally not understand what kind of feelings they have for Zhang Jun when you leave Yang Pan." Wang Hua said as he looked at the black Mercedes-Benz who was as slow as a snail in the crowd, "It's no exaggeration to say that Zhang Jun is their king and their god. Even if he is injured now, it's the same."

Li Yan looked back at his good friend.

"I don't know if you still have any impression, Li Yan. When we first interviewed those two people, you said this: How many Chinese people play football abroad? How many have succeeded? This is a matter of national honor. Do you still remember how they answered you?"

Li Yan was stunned. After Wang Hua said this, this was indeed true.

"Yang Pan did not express any opinion." Wang Hua continued. "But do you still remember Zhang Jun's answer?"

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"It's just a goal, haha, nothing!" Zhang Jun was a little shy in the face of Li Yan's praise, and he smiled.

"You can't say that! Think about it, how many fans in China, how many players are there, how many players are there, how many players are there in foreign countries? How many are there in foreign countries? This is a matter of national honor!" Li Yan was obviously not satisfied with Zhang Jun's answer. At this time, he should show a high attitude of "everything is for Chinese football"!

However, Zhang Jun, the silly boy, scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "But... As a striker, isn't it the responsibility you should do to score goals on the court?"

Li Yan was stunned when this question was asked. He didn't know how to answer Zhang Jun, so he had to change the topic.

But now, Li Yan was still stunned by this question.

"He actually said that this is a task that a striker should complete. His silly look at him is really funny now! But it is precisely because of this that he is supported and loved by so many fans from the bottom of his heart. Because he is pure and pure only football, he loves this sport wholeheartedly without any impurities. He uses his heart to impress everyone around him, players, coaches, fans, and even reporters. Don't you think we are all changing? Li Yan. That is Zhang Jun's appeal, his real strength." Wang Hua breathed a sigh of relief after saying that.

Li Yan turned his head and looked at the car driving further and further away. The place it passed by immediately filled it with a group of fans. They followed the car like this. No, they should be following the person who waved his hands frequently, and they still smiled foolishly, but it was very sunny. If he asked such a question several years later, he would still answer that way? "Hey! A fool is really lucky!" Li Yan said with a smile.

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Not far away, someone looked at this noisy and crowded street and said to himself: "He is Zhang Jun? He was so grandly welcomed in a small foreign city. No wonder he was called the 'Hope of Chinese Football'. But..." He sighed softly, "Boss, your task is not light! Let my hands bear the hope of Chinese Football..."

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After the car finally arrived at its destination, Zhang Jun walked out of the car with Huafang's support, because the team has now been disbanded and on vacation. In addition to the second team still training under the leadership of Rice, the entire base seems a bit empty.

Only Adrians and Horns were waiting for him at the door of his apartment. Seeing him come out, Horns rushed up, held Zhang Junde's hand tightly, and shook it hard: "It's good that you're back! Recover your wounds well! Don't worry about anything!" The flash flashed wildly at the same time, and a news photo was completed like this.

Zhang Jun didn't have much affection for the boss, he just smiled faintly, then pulled out his hand and walked towards head coach Adriansse.

The coach smiled at him and said, "Don't waste time outside with us, hurry up and go into the house. There are big surprises waiting for you!"

Zhang Jun was confused and didn't understand what the teacher said was the "big surprise". For him now, the only surprise was that his left foot got better overnight and was intact.

With Huafang's support, Adrians' urging, and under the "aim" of countless reporters behind him, Zhang Jun slowly walked up the steps, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door...

Well? The door was open? He was a little surprised, but he pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Jun saw Sophie sitting on the sofa opposite him, looking at him with a smile.

Me, I'm not dreaming, right? Zhang Jun suspected that he was confused, so he blinked hard. Yes, it was Sophie, who was sitting on the sofa and smiling at him.

Sophie stood up and walked towards Zhang Jun step by step. Then she took Zhang Jun from Huafang, but she did not hold him, but hugged the stupid Zhang Jun. "You are back, Zhang Jun! That's great!"

The tears can no longer be stopped.

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At this time, outside the house.

"Hey! What's going on? After Zhang Jun entered the house, he found a woman?" A reporter shouted.

"Ah! It's Sophie! It's Sophie!" a sharp-eyed reporter shouted.

"What? Sophie? How could she come to the Netherlands? Didn't she study in the country?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Take photos quickly! Take photos!"

The flash flashed again, and the sound of pressing the shutter shocked the birds on the tree.

Huafang smiled and closed the door from outside. She stood at the door and let the reporters take pictures of the closed door and pull the curtains on the window... It would be better not to bother the couple.

Zhang Jun forgot that it is not just the restoration of his feet now. The surprise is inside the house, in his arms.
Chapter completed!