Chu Zhongtian glanced at his father and saw that he nodded. He greeted Gao Jie: "Hello, reporter Gao. Thank you for driving to pick us up."

"Don't be polite, haha!" Gao Jie was very happy. Now Chu Zhongtian's exclusive is his own! "I am also your fan."

Halfway through the car, Gao Jie couldn't wait to start the "interview".

"Actually, I have always had a question, Chu Zhongtian. I heard your father say that you have practiced professional football for ten years, so why did you go to the UK to go to college later?"

Chu Zuosheng thought of another thing, and he opened his mouth, but still said nothing. What he thought of was the football school coach who recently appeared in interviews and claimed that he was his son's mentor. He didn't want to be as knowledgeable as that kind of person. He wanted to let him say anything, but he and his son didn't admit it anyway.

Chu Zhongtian didn't know that there was something like this. He thought about it and felt that there was nothing to hide. Anyway, it was not him who was embarrassed. So he honestly told the reasons why he gave up football. He started with his football coach who defeated his team because of betting on football, but he ruined his good things. He kept saying that his participation certificate was unreasonably detained by the football school, which made them unable to continue playing football, and they could only choose to go to the high school entrance examination.

He was all revealed. Of course, he knew that every word he said now would make the media hype, and that's what he wanted.

It's almost seven years since he finally found a chance to take revenge on those bastards. He just wants to tell all these "scandals" and he just wants to embarrass those bastards!

Gao Jie didn't expect that there was such a wonderful story behind Chu Zhongtian. He was surprised at first, but later he was ecstatic. Now his colleagues can't find Chu Zhongtian, so they can only find people around Chu Zhongtian. The football school and the coach have become news figures, and what they have now mastered is enough to fight a beautiful turnaround in the news battle.

This is good news, a very sensational news. To be cautious, he also asked specifically: "Is this true? It sounds a bit incredible..."

Chu Zhongtian replied firmly: "It's all true. My name was registered with the Sichuan Football Association and the Chinese Football Association. But now I don't know who has used it."

"Ah? Will there be such a thing?"

"Why can't there be?" Chu Zhongtian smiled disdainfully. "My name is a registered player of the Football Association. I don't want it anymore. Someone will definitely want it."

This time he signed with Chelsea and did not use his previous identity. Instead, he registered a player in the Chinese Football Association under Chu Zhongtian's name. The Chelsea club came forward, and this matter was not complicated and it was easy to register. As for the national second-level athlete "Chu Zhongtian", who once played football at a certain football school in Chengdu, participated in the National Junior Football Championship and won silver medals, he did not miss it at all, and threw it away. He is not interested in these things at all now.

Perhaps in a low-level team in China, there will be a player who changed the registration book, called "Chu Zhongtian", who was the one he used to be. However, he has nothing to do with Chu Zhongtian now.

"Oh my god, so dark?" Gao Jie couldn't help but curse and swear.

"It's even darker than you think now." Chu Zhongtian replied. At first, when he knew these inside stories, he reacted with Gao Jie and cursed and sweared. But now Chu Zhongtian is much more indifferent. He is not a fan who simply loves football. When he first came into contact with such inside stories, he would feel like "faith collapses". He doesn't. He was once a member of the system. He has seen and heard of those things, and he is no longer surprised. Even if there are many darker and shameless things, he doesn't feel surprised or angry.

Gao Jie shook her head hard: "No wonder our country's football can't be done, no wonder our country's football can't be done..."

"If you lose the ball, everyone scolds the players and coaches. In fact, there are too many things to scold. The players and coaches are just one aspect." Chu Zhongtian sat in the back row and shrugged. "It's rotten since the system started..." He seemed to want to say something, but Chu Zuosheng touched his legs next to him, signaling him not to continue talking.

Chu Zhongtian knew that his father was protecting himself. He talked so well in front of a reporter, and no matter how good the relationship was, he would inevitably be used. For the sake of his own consideration, some words should not be said randomly.

So he changed the topic: "Dad, is mom at home or at school?"

Chu Zuosheng cooperated very much and raised his hand to look at his watch, "You should have gone home at this time, right?"

It's 6:45 pm now, and the school should have ended.

"She should cook for you at home." Chu Zuosheng laughed when he thought of his wife's happy appearance these days.

In order to welcome their son, they cleaned their son's room again and took off the bedding to dry. The sunshine time in Chengdu was short. Before going to school every day, Zhou Xiaoxiang had to carry the quilt to the balcony to dry. The clothes in the wardrobe were also reorganized, put away the clothes they didn't wear, and took out the summer clothes to hang them.

The brand new bed sheets and quilt covers allow my son to sleep well when he goes home.

Gao Jie was just excited when she heard this, and suddenly she lost the following text. She originally planned to ask questions. But when he noticed Chu Zuosheng's small movement from the rearview mirror, he realized that Chu Zhongtian is now a celebrity, and his every word and action will be expanded. And if he wants to join the national team, it is best to say less if it is not good for the Chinese Football Association.

Although he was unwilling to give up, in order not to destroy his image in Chu Zuosheng and Chu Zhongtian's minds, Gao Jie could only endure the curiosity in her heart and drive with concentration.

Chu Zhongtian yawned.

Chu Zuosheng asked with concern: "Are you sleepy?"

"Well, a little, there is no jet lag..."

"Go back and take a shower, eat and go to bed. If you have anything to say until you get up tomorrow, it will be Saturday tomorrow. Your mother and I don't go to work, so we can stay with you at home."

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

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Gao Jie sent Chu Zhongtian and his father outside their community gate and said goodbye politely. He and Chu Zhongtian met for the first time and only had no more than ten times with Chu Zuosheng. Too attentiveness would cause disgust and have a negative effect. As a reporter, he should be able to fish for big fish for a long line. As long as he has a good relationship with them and leave a good impression, would he still worry about not getting any scoops in the future?

Chu Zhongtian and Chu Zuosheng walked home with a box. Their home was near the inside of the community yard. Along the way, they met many old acquaintances. When they saw that Chu Zhongtian was back, they all came up to say hello enthusiastically, saying something like "Xiao Chu is promising" and "Old Chu, you couple are going to enjoy your happiness now."

The two of them walked home while dealing with them, and the speed was much slower than before.

"I guess your mother is impatient..." Chu Zuosheng whispered in his son's ear. An aunt living on the building diagonally opposite their building was standing opposite them. He was enthusiastically reviewing how much Chu Zhongtian liked "zhua ball" when he was a child. In the Sichuan dialect, "kicking" is "zhua". In the eyes of these old ladies, whether it is amateur football or professional football, it is "zhua ball".

Chu Zhongtian smiled bitterly. These neighbors were so enthusiastic. They had never seen them so enthusiastic before... He still remembered the aunt in front of him. When he was a child, he broke the glass of their house because of playing football. As long as he passed by his door, he could hear the current aunt. The aunt at that time was full of anger. Later, he had to let go of the distance and go around home. The scolding took a whole week to calm down.

Now it's gone, and it's in her mouth, "Oh, when I was a child, I knew you would definitely have a future in the future! As expected!" She completely kicked Chu Zhongtian to pieces of glass in their house, and she had forgotten all the things she scolded for a week.

"Old Chu, you have a good education!" The forgetful and enthusiastic aunt threw praises on Chu Zuosheng again. Chu Zuosheng quickly smiled and nodded repeatedly. Chu Zhongtian turned his eyes to the balcony on the third floor diagonally opposite. The fully enclosed balcony was their kitchen. He saw a figure swaying on it.

It's his mother.

"Grandma He, we are going back. Mom should be anxious..." Chu Zhongtian is not Chu Zuosheng. He is young and is a child in the eyes of others. Since he is a child, he has the advantages of a child. He can speak without any scruples and not care about other people's face. He forcibly interrupted Grandma He's talk, nodded to the other party, pulled up the box and walked home.

Chu Zuosheng quickly smoothed out his son: "I haven't been back for three years, I miss my mother so much... Ha, I'm back home too, otherwise my wife should be anxious!"

After saying that, he waved to Grandma He and turned around and ran away.

Anyway, his reputation as "harrowing ears" has long been abroad, so it is hard for others to say that he is pretending to be an air or something.

"Okay, go back, go back. Come to my house to have fun when you have time!" Grandma He waved her hand enthusiastically from behind.

Chu Zuosheng waved his hand and took two steps to catch up with his son. Then he said next to him: "This is the change after becoming famous, son. You still have to learn to adapt."

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "I would rather deal with a military reporter now than face to face with Grandma He."

Chu Zuosheng burst into laughter.

The two of them happened to enter the corridor, and their laughter was suddenly amplified. Chu Zhongtian had a sharp ear and had heard the creaking sound of opening the anti-theft iron door coming from the building.

After hearing the sound of opening the door, Chu Zhongtian picked up his suitcase and took two steps and ran up. Then his footsteps sounded in the corridor, and he stopped until the third floor.

Chu Zhongtian breathed slightly, looked at his mother standing at the door, and smiled with a big mouth.

"mom!"

He threw down his luggage, rushed in, and hugged his mother.

"Oh oah oah..." The mother didn't expect her son to be so enthusiastic, she caught off guard, and stepped back and almost stopped.

"Slow down!" Chu Zuosheng knew what was going on when he heard the movement above. He loudly reminded his son, "Don't trip up to your mother!"

It was Chu Zhongtian who held his mother back. After studying in the UK for three years, he felt that he had become a little Westernized. He could not do this before by expressing his emotions enthusiastically and proactively. But maybe it has nothing to do with Westernization, but it’s just because he hasn’t seen his mother for three years. I miss him so much?

Mom Zhou Xiaoxiang pushed Chu Zhongtian away, looked at it for a while, and tears came down.

The son in front of me is a little thinner and darker than three years ago.

"So thin... can't you eat well there?"

Facing this problem of my mother, Chu Zhongtian couldn't laugh and cry: "No, mom. This is not thin, it is because of the muscles that are strong..."

It’s hard not to lose weight if you run more than ten kilometers every day.

"It's black..."

"You bask in the sun every day. Stop crying. Mom, am I back now?" Chu Zhongtian reached out and wiped away the tears from his mother's face.

"Do you still know how to come back?" When he said this, Zhou Xiaoxiang changed from heartache to dissatisfaction. He studied abroad for three years and never came back once, but just because he wanted to play football...

Chu Zhongtian giggled foolishly.

"Okay, okay, go in and close the door." Chu Zuosheng came in with a big box panting and then closed the door. "What do people outside look like?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang glared at her husband who was destroying the atmosphere, turned around to take the apron: "Let's have dinner, I know you're all hungry."

Chu Zhongtian took a deep breath and smelled the fragrance coming from the table. He could even tell which fragrances belonged to which dish.

Double-cooked pork, pea hoof flower soup, konjac roast duck, konjac chicken diced rice, fish-flavored shredded pork, steamed squid eggs, sweet and sour crispy fish, braised pork ribs.

He swallowed and felt hungry. To be honest, although he often cooked in person in the UK, the ingredients were limited, which was far inferior to the domestic diet. Even Chinese restaurants like Mike China mainly sell various fast foods such as dumplings, dumplings, wontons and other fast foods. He hasn't eaten authentic Chinese food in three years.

But these dishes... are all not suitable for professional players...

Since I have become a professional player, should I follow the rules of this professional player to demand myself?

but……

Chu Zhongtian looked at his mother's tired but happy face. He felt that if he had used any professional player's request to make his mother's heart feel cold, he would be a beast.

Anyway, just this one, let me tell my mother clearly tomorrow so that she will not waste any more. She still needs to maintain her body, otherwise he may lose competitiveness because of this summer's indulgence and soft-heartedness, and may even affect his career. A player must strictly demand himself. It is one thing not to let his mother be sad, and it is also one thing to strictly demand himself, and the two do not conflict.

Chu Zhongtian put down his backpack and wanted to reach out to pick up a piece of the cooked meat to taste it first, but his mother grabbed him: "Go to wash your hands!" Then he grabbed his son and then went to pull his husband: "You go too!"

The father and son came to the kitchen to line up to wash their hands.

Looking at everything familiar, Chu Zhongtian took a deep breath with satisfaction.

I'm back home and it feels so good.

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ps, Chu Zhongtian is back home, and the first volume is about to end. The next volume is Chu Zhongtian’s first career~~
Chapter completed!