Chapter 245 of the main text of Green Edge and Zhengrong, are you Chinese? When the teenagers started training the next day, they were still talking about the game yesterday evening.

Every football boy has a heroic dream, dreaming of becoming a great hero like Gao Zheng who is worshipped by tens of thousands of people.

But before this was just a dream, Gao Zheng showed their dreams to them.

Give them a clear goal and a clear reference.

In the past, people always said, "The yellow race is not suitable for football. The Chinese are not united, so the collective sports performance is not good, but the table tennis and badminton that play alone have better results."...

But now Gao Zheng slapped the person who said this hard.

Who says that Chinese people can’t play well? Who says that Chinese people are in a mess?

The teenagers were so excited that they could become like Gao Zheng tomorrow.

Lin Yuan met the Asian boy who was competing with him that day on the training ground.

The young man stared at him, opened his mouth and asked in Chinese that Lin Yuan could understand: "Why can Gao Zheng call out your name?"

Lin Yuan was surprised: "Aren't you Japanese?"

The Asian boy was very angry: "You are Japanese, your whole family is Japanese!"

"You're not Korean either?"

"You are the best! Your whole family is the best! I am Chinese!"

Lin Yuan was even more surprised: "You are Chinese, why are you in the same group with so many Spanish people?"

Only then did Dong Jin remember that his nationality was Spanish, so he said a little depressedly: "Uh...my mother is Chinese..."

Lin Yuan suddenly realized: "You are not Chinese..."

"I am!" Dong Jin stared in his eyes.

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, you are not. I am a Chinese."

"Is there anything different between me and you?" Dong Jin stared at Lin Yuan and asked.

Lin Yuan couldn't say it for a moment, but he suddenly thought of something, so he raised his chest and said, "I am a citizen of the People's Republic of China! Where are you?"

"What?" Dong Jin was stunned. His nationality was from Spain... so he sipped: "I am... Chinese..."

"Then you are not Chinese." Lin Yuan insisted on his point of view.

"I am! My mother said that as long as you agree with Chinese culture, you will be Chinese!" Dong Jin retorted.

Lin Yuan smiled: "If we play football for the national team in the future, which country do you represent?"

Dong Jin was dumbfounded and couldn't answer.

Yes, he said he was Chinese, but China did not admit it... If he really had the opportunity to join the national team in the future, he was Spanish nationality and should join the Spanish national team. Since they were all players of the Spanish national team, what's the point of saying that he was Chinese?

Seeing Dong Jin standing there in a daze, Lin Yuan smiled and said, "See you on the court then, I will defeat you!"

After saying that, he ignored Dong Jin and went straight to the training ground.

Dong Jin turned around and stared at his back, and for the first time he had great doubts about his identity.

At home, his mother and grandfather always said that he was Chinese, taught him Chinese, and learned Tang poetry and Song lyrics. Although he went to school and played football with Spanish children, he always felt that he was a Chinese, different from them.

As a result, when I met a real Chinese today, I realized that I was different from these Chinese...

So are you a Spanish or a Chinese?

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After the training, Dong Jin went home and saw his mother. She was still busy greeting guests in the front hall. Even if she saw her son, she just smiled at him and said, "A Jin is back."

Then I took the plate to deliver the meal.

Grandpa was naturally busy in the kitchen at this time.

When my mother came back, Dong Jin grabbed her hand: "Mom, am I Chinese?"

"Why isn't it? Of course it's right!" Mom looked at her son in wonder, not knowing why he asked that.

"What if I play out from now on and join the Spanish national team?"

The mother didn't expect her son to ask such a question, but he didn't have time to think about why his son asked this. She touched her son's head and answered in the simplest way: "What kind of nationality doesn't matter. Just think you are Chinese... Be good, go do your homework, don't delay your studies!"

After saying that, she left hurriedly and was busy greeting new guests.

Dong Jin did not get a satisfactory answer from his mother. He frowned and dragged his schoolbag upstairs.

Then he climbed out of the attic with his hands and feet and sat cross-legged on the small square table he usually "listened" to the game. He supported his chin with his hands and fell into deep thought.

He didn't understand why his mother said that she was Chinese since she was not Chinese.

I think I am Chinese, but those children who really come from China seem to not recognize themselves as "Chinese"...

And that person is right. If one day he really joins the Spanish national team and meets the Chinese team on the field, how should he deal with himself? Isn’t he a Chinese? Why has he become the opponent of the Chinese team instead?

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Dong Jin thought about it all night but couldn't figure out this problem. He wanted to ask Gao Zheng. As his idol, he felt that Gao Zheng would definitely be able to help him solve his doubts.

However, he didn't have to go to Mahadaonda for training today, but he still took the bus to Atletico Madrid's training base after class and waited for Gao Zheng outside.

There have been many fans gathered here, and Dong Jin is very inconspicuous, just like one of them.

After the training, the players drove away one after another.

At this time, the fans will go up and stop the player they like, ask him for an autograph, take a photo together, and it would be even better if they could have a few more words to chat.

At this time, you can see who is the most popular person in Atletico Madrid.

Of course it was Gao Zheng.

When Gao Zheng's car came out, he was blocked by a group of fans. Sitting in the co-pilot, he rolled down the window to meet the fans' requirements for autographs.

He is very skilled in signing various items handed over to each fan. Whenever a name is signed, he will look up and smile at the camera or mobile phone in the fans' hands, and complete a photo with the selfie fans.

When Dong Jin squeezed in with him, he neither gave him the item to sign or asked for a photo.

This made Gao Zheng, who was used to this rhythm, still not very adaptable. After he saw who came clearly, he smiled: "Oh, why are you here?"

Dong Jin frowned and said, "I have a problem..."

"What's the problem?"

So Dong Jin told Gao Zheng about his troubles, and Gao Zheng was amused as soon as he heard this: "What am I thinking about... Are you thinking too much now?"

Dong Jin came to Gao Zheng to solve his doubts, but Gao Zheng laughed after hearing his words. He was a little confused: "I didn't think too much..."

"You have just entered the echelon, right? You have not even started your career, and you are thinking about the national team one by one. Isn't this too much? Wait until you can play in the professional league first..." Gao Zheng waved his hand, not caring about it. "You guys are still 108,000 miles away from the national team! Just play the ball well now, everything else has nothing to do with you. It doesn't matter if you are a Chinese and play well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone squeezed up behind Dong Jin and handed Gao Zheng a postcard, asking Gao Zheng to sign, and someone else squeezed over with a camera and wanted to take a photo with Gao Zheng.

And Dong Jin was squeezed out.

Dong Jin, who was standing outside the crowd, scratched his head and recalled what Gao Zheng said in his mind.

What Gao Zheng seems to be right... The most important thing now is not to gain a foothold in the echelon and make a name for himself?

Whether you are Chinese or not, it doesn’t seem to matter whether others admit your identity or not…
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