When Chu Zhongtian opened his eyes again, the sunlight outside the window was shining on his eyes, he squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to block this brilliant over-the-top gaze.

After a few seconds, he reacted and jerked over and sat up.

Did I oversleep?

Picked up the bedside table on the brain and looked at it, nine forty-five in the morning!

At this time, he had finished running, done sit-ups, had breakfast, and was on his way to work at the Wimbledgon Bar.

No way...... Chu Zhongtian complained that he had overslept while getting up and getting dressed.

Maybe it's because I was relaxed after winning the game yesterday, or maybe because I drank too much yesterday? Chu Zhongtian didn't want to find an excuse for himself, he didn't reach the training amount this morning, so he had to make up for it.

He doesn't want to be the kind of incompetent person who gets carried away when he wins and relaxes his demands.

After getting up, Chu Zhongtian found that Yang Yang had already gone out, so it was okay, there was time left to make breakfast. After washing, he ran out of the door with his schoolbag on his back and went to work at the Wimble bar to make money.

Although the boss gave him a red envelope of 300 pounds yesterday, he still had to go to work.

※※※Xu Xiaodi stood at the gate of Wimbledon Art School, and he searched for a long time to find this place. The gate in front of him was completely different from the imposing, towering main entrance of the university that he had imagined, and he walked through these two roads several times, passing by the gate again and again, but he did not realize that it was actually a university - the gate of Wimbledon Art School under the green trees was just a one-man high iron fence gate, hidden in the trees by the roadside, inconspicuous.

Finally found the school, he stood outside the door, looked at the deserted school and reacted - today is Sunday! School is not open!

In fact, the reason for this desertion is not because today is Sunday, but because it is still in the Christmas holidays, and the school is closed, so of course students will not come to school...... "Damn! Rushing to the door because he was afraid that his peers would take the lead, Xu Xiaodi, who was exhausted by the toss, really wanted to take a sip at the door.

I'm tired like a dog, but I don't get anything.

Unwillingly, Xu Xiaodi turned and left, and on the way back, he saw several Chinese, and the professional reporter's observation was very keen, and he could see at a glance that those people were not tourists, but his peers.

It seems that I am not the only one who saw last night's show...... So I don't know if China also knows this news?

No way!

Xu Xiaodi stood abruptly, and a Chinese who passed by him looked back at him, with obvious doubts and vigilance in his eyes.

The battle for that surnamed Chu has begun!

Xu Xiaodi clenched his fists.

How can I just go back like this? No matter what method you use, you must find him! Whether it's digging three feet into the ground, whether it's a carpet search, whether it's a dead person or a corpse, in short, you must find him before those peers!

After two and a half years in London, Xu Xiaodi finally found a clear goal for the first time. This is his last resort, and if he does not succeed, he will have to wait for the order to cancel the London press station, and then pack up and return home, perhaps after returning to China he will be greeted by a cold notice of dismissal.

Days like this can't go on any longer!

Chu Zhongtian, an international student who appeared in the sky, was his lifesaver, no matter what, he had to grasp it!

Xu Xiaodi couldn't predict the future, but he felt that if he could successfully get the exclusive report about the person about the incident, his fate would be changed...... At the very least, he no longer has to stay in the hopeless "Century New Sports" that does not know when it will be suspended indefinitely.

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaodi tightened his shoulder bag and ran up. His target was a newsstand on the corner of the street ahead, where workers in various newspaper vests were delivering newspapers, where reports about Chu Zhongtian would surely be found, and his colleagues in England must know more than he did, and perhaps they would be able to find some clues from it.

The newsstand owner is picking out the newspapers that covered yesterday's FA Cup game and flipping to the Wimbledon section and placing them in the most prominent places, both as a way to attract customers and to show off proudly.

So Xu Xiaodi easily found the newspaper he needed – the latest issue of The Sun's Sunday edition, The News of the World, which was very good at capturing the reader's eye and pleasing their target group. For example, today's target readers must be Wimbledon fans, as well as those who support and sympathize with the weak, and like to see the legend of the dragon slayer staged again, so on the front page of the sports edition, there are several photos on half of the page, and the largest one belongs to Chu Zhongtian. It was he who took a photo with champagne after winning the best of the match after the race. Scattered around are four other photos: Kevin. a photo of Cooper when he scored his first goal; Chu Zhongtian was hit by Leo Cook's eyebrow bone and the photo of his face bleeding, the red blood flowed half of his face, which looked shocking and very eye-catching; A photo of Chu Zhongtian and Leggerwood battling in the air, at which time the football is already in the goal; The fourth is a photo of the Wimbledon players celebrating their victory after the game.

The four small photos almost made the game completely clear, and what they were surrounded by was the big photo of Chu Zhongtian winning the best game in the game.

Seeing a Chinese face appear in an English newspaper, Xu Xiaodi was uncontrollably excited - this is our Chinese...... Not Chinese, not mixed-race, purebred Chinese, their own people!

He tossed down the thirty pence coin, picked up the newspaper and examined the face he had memorized in his mind. He felt that he was even more excited than Li Tie to win the best of a Premier League game, maybe it was because this person was originally unknown, and he suddenly appeared, which surprised and delighted him?

Xu Xiaodi restabilized his mood and began to read the text.

He didn't pay much attention to the praise of Chu Zhongtian, but directly found what he wanted - Chu Zhongtian's age, his experience of playing at Wimbledon, and his usual study life.

Soon he found what he needed in it - "...... In normal times, the international student from China attends Wimbledon School of Art, but after school he works in a bar called Wimbleman......"

That's it!

Xu Xiaodi resisted the urge to say "yes" and picked up the newspaper to find a phone booth.

This time he's going to call and ask for the full address of this Wimbledan bar, and then go to the door!

While so much media was covering yesterday's amazing FA Cup game, the Wimbledon Evening News' editorial office was in shambles. The floor was littered with paper with all sorts of press releases printed, all the drawers had been opened, and even the shredded scraps of paper in the wastebasket had been turned over and poured to the floor.

All the editors and reporters rummaged through the scraps of paper like garbage on the ground, searching for their targets.

The editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Akol. Mr. Fei Telli was standing in the middle of the office hall as if he had been robbed, and shouted, "Find! Be sure to find out for me!! ”

He looked at the editors and reporters who were honestly crouching on the floor and working in front of drawers, and turned to his office.

When the sound of the door closing, there was a sound in the office hall that was a little different from that of turning paper.

"!" An editor whispered. He was crouching in a wastebasket, rummaging through all the papers with words on it. But there's more to it than that...... "Fuck, who's blowing their nose and wiping the manuscript?!" ”

"Hell...... another editor crouching next to him also complained, "we're responsible editors, not responsible cleaners...... That damn non-special guy made it up, now he wants us to wipe his ass, I'll fuck his mother! ”

"He drove James out of his own, and now that the news can't grab other newspapers, he's mad at us...... Damn, it looks like I should think about staying in this undead hell place too! ”

As soon as the editor-in-chief was gone, the speed of everyone's subordinates was much slower, and even many people stood up to stretch their waists and move to relax their sore waists and legs. They knew that this would definitely not be able to be revealed, and if they were James, they would not have left their hard-earned manuscripts in the newspaper office when they resigned, and they must have taken them with them.

Akol. The editor-in-chief of Fei Teli was circling in his office, and of course he knew in his heart that in fact, the whole society might not be able to find those two manuscripts from the waste paper pile, but he was just unwilling, and he was unwilling to pull down his face and beg James who had just been driven away by him for less than half a month. Merry, the person he hates the most.

As soon as he remembered the expression of that triumphant face when he received his call, he longed to drop everything in front of him.

But who is to blame for this?

At the beginning, James. Mei Li twice took the interview report about Chu Zhongtian, hoping to see the newspaper, but he just didn't approve it. At that time, he must not have imagined that one day that Chinese student would become famous in one fell swoop, right? And I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Now James. Merry resigned, he took everything he could, and he deleted everything about him from the computer. Where to find it!

Seeing that the media outside are frantically reporting on Chu Zhongtian, it is only superficial, targeting the game. If you can release two detailed interviews at this time...... How sensational would that be?

"Shit, you damn James. Merry! "The editor-in-chief of Non-Special Li has not forgotten to scold the person he hates at this time.

Merry was at home looking at the newspaper he had just bought from going out, and he found all the reports about Chu Zhongtian and Wimbledon Athletic, and then spread them out on the table.

He's enjoying it. He even wanted to take a digital camera to take pictures of them all and keep them as souvenirs, or show them to Chu Zhongtian.

As soon as he thought of it, he went to his bedroom to find a digital camera.

As he rummaged through the bedroom, the phone rang in the living room, but he didn't hear it. By the time he returned, the phone had gone silent. He didn't notice the phone, but stood on a chair with his camera in his hand and condescendingly took a picture of the table.

Pulling up the photograph and looking at it, Mr. Merry was very satisfied. He decided to go to Chu in the afternoon, and then show him the photo, congratulate him on his excellent performance, and celebrate with a little wine by the way.

At this time, the mobile phone that was put aside rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID, and it turned out to be from the newspaper. Which newspaper? Wimbledon Evening News, of course.

What are they calling?

Merry didn't want to answer it, but today he was in a good mood, and after a moment's hesitation, he connected the phone.

※※※ Akol. Fei Teli was so angry that he finally pulled down his face and gave it to James. Merry's bastard called, and he dared not answer!

So in a fit of anger, the editor-in-chief threw the mobile phone out of his hand, and the next second he looked at the mobile phone that had been split four or five times, and he had angina pectoris and colic...... Damn, what am I doing so impulsively! It's all that bastard's responsibility!

Fei Teli really wanted not to fight, but when I thought about sales and advertisers...... And he surrendered again. This time, he called Merry from the company's landline, thinking that he wouldn't fail to answer the phone, right?

But he waited a while before he heard Merry's voice ring on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, who's that?"

※※※ James. Merry really didn't expect that the person who called him twice would be the editor-in-chief who was not on the same page as him, Lord Kakol. Non-trivial.

He had the urge to hang up the phone, but if he was in a good mood today, he would listen to what that bastard had to say.

"Manuscript? What is the manuscript of the international student? Hearing this, Mr. Merry laughed, and he was in a better mood now.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Feteri. I've already given away the manuscript, and you won't publish it anyway, so it's useless for me to keep it, right? So I gave it away. No, I don't have much money, I don't lie to you, why should I lie to you? To whom? Sorry, I can't tell you, anyway, I gave it away, maybe some colleague, haha! ”

James. Merry enjoyed the fun of teasing the other person, and he liked to hear the man's voice on the phone in a low voice, and then angry. This swept away all the depression he had suffered before.

"No, no, I'm not kidding, and I'm not trying to get revenge on you. I really gave away all the manuscripts, I didn't even keep a backup, and I deleted them after giving them away. But Mr. Feiterly, did you watch yesterday's game? Chu's play is awesome! The best in the show! To be honest, I didn't expect such a day when I interviewed him...... So it's normal that you don't think of it. Haha......"

After laughing twice, Merry heard the sound of hang-up on the phone. It seems that the non-special over there finally couldn't resist his taunts and dropped the phone.

This didn't interrupt his laughter, and he continued to laugh for a while before stopping.

If he had known that his search for the digital camera had cost Feitri a Nokia phone, he would have laughed longer.

※※※Xu Xiaodi finally came to the door of this bar called "Wimbleman", he found that it was not very far from the place where he bought the newspaper, and he walked for about 20 minutes according to the map.

Standing in the doorway, he didn't rush in, he needed to let himself catch his breath, and it was still quite tiring to walk a brisk mile. Then sort out his image, he is a reporter, although he rarely comes out to do interviews, but he can't let others think that he is a begging person.

Chu Zhongtian stood in the bar, he had been paying attention to the person standing at the door for a long time, he rarely had people with oriental faces here to drink, because this was not close to Wimbledon's tennis park, and those tourists from all over the world would not come to this kind of place to have fun. The only thing to see at Wimbledon is tennis.

So is the guy standing at the door a lost traveler, or a guest who wants to come in for a drink?

Xu Xiaodi tidied up his wind-blown hair, and then took off the diagonal bag and carried it in his hand, making himself look like a decent person rather than some messy salesman.

He coughed twice, then strode into the bar.

Chu Zhongtian kept watching him walk in front of him, and then just looked at himself like that, doing nothing, neither saying that he wanted to drink something, nor asking about the prices of various drinks here, not even looking at their drink lists, and not like he came to the bar to find someone to wait for. The other party just stood in front of him and looked at him directly. Chu Zhongtian, who watched it, was furious in his heart.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "This gentleman, what do you want?" He was in English, because he wasn't sure if the lewd man in front of him was Japanese or Korean, or simply his compatriot Chinese...... "I want you." Xu Xiaodi replied reflexively.

Chu Zhongtian was so frightened that his hand shook and almost smashed the cup in his hand.

This is the first meeting and first conversation between Chu Zhongtian and Xu Xiaodi, and when the two of them recall this past in the future, they will still be full of emotion...... "How could Lao Tzu have said such an answer in the first place!" Xu Xiaodi still regrets this incident many years later.

In fact, he quickly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he jumped to his feet, waving his arms like a psycho. "Ah, no, no, no...... No! I didn't mean that! ”

Chu Zhongtian's face was already very ugly-Damn, molesting Lao Tzu? I'm smiling at you, are you really thinking I'm a hellokitty?

Xu Xiaodi saw that Chu Zhongtian's face was not good, and he knew that his appearance was a bright one, but he still had to work hard to save his image, so he hurriedly said: "Beer, have a beer!" Oh, it's a pint! Come to the pint beer! ”

Seeing that Chu Zhongtian didn't say anything, he added, "Uh...... Light beer, light beer will do. ”

Chu Zhongtian glanced at him, and then lowered his head to pour the wine.

Xu Xiaodi let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with one free hand.

I don't know why, he's a thirty-four-year-old man, and he's still afraid of a hairy boy who is just twenty years old...... Chu Zhongtian put the beer heavily in front of Xu Xiaodi: "Accept three pounds and fifty pence." ”

"Uh, oh......" Xu Xiaodi took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them to Chu Zhongtian.

Xu Xiaodi, who had taken a sip of beer, still looked at Chu Zhongtian directly, no matter what Chu Zhongtian was doing, he could feel those two enthusiastic gazes. He now feels more and more that there is something wrong with the person in front of him, either because of his origin or because of his brain.

He decided to make it clear that if he had a problem with his brain, he would call and send him directly to a psychiatric hospital.

"Sir, is there anything on my face?" He suddenly approached Xu Xiaodi and asked with a smile.

"Ah, uh, no......" Xu Xiaodi also realized that it was a little rude for him to stare at others so fiercely.

He suddenly asked in Chinese: "Do you play at Wimbledon, Chu Zhongtian?" ”

Chu Zhongtian was stunned.

(To be continued)