"Chinese? Is there football in China? ”

"I'm sorry, we don't believe that a guy who has come out of the football desert can help us in any way."

"You're here to apply for an assistant coach on the junior team? I advise you to go home early! In England, even an amateur team doesn't need a Chinese to be part of the team. ”

……

While preparing his school papers, Wang Xuan ran through the large and small clubs around Manchester, but until a month after graduation, Wang Xuan did not find any clubs willing to accept him.

It has been more than a month since he graduated in July, and Wang Xuan has to face not only the problem of finding a job, but also the problem of accommodation. This week, the school gave him an ultimatum that he had to move out of the school dormitory by this Friday.

Facing the sunset, dragging his tired body back to the dormitory, Wang Xuan was a little depressed. Because those clubs won't even give him an interview, and the reason is simply because he is Chinese.

What he remembers vividly is that when he applied for a job at a League One club, Berry, the youth director of Berry muttered to the youth coach next to him after rejecting him: "If it's Japanese, maybe we can talk." ”

As a team that is at the bottom of the third tier of the English league, it even vetoed Wang Xuan on the grounds of nationality.

Failing again and again, Wang Xuan's chest seemed to hold a flame.

"My country is not a football powerhouse, but as a Chinese, I have reason to prove it to the world. China can also produce the world's top football stars. ”

"I can't be a footballer because of my talent, maybe because of my timing. But I will never stop, in order to realize my dreams, in order to imprint the soles of my shoes on the faces of those who look down on me! ”

Wang Xuan's heart burned brightly, and his mind was constantly swirling with the ridicule and disdain of his dreams from his friends and relatives at home, as well as the various club directors who had been disdainful of his nationality during the interview process for several months.

At this time, Wang Xuan was lying on the bed in the dormitory. On this day, he almost crossed the Manchester region twice, and the tiredness of his body and the depression in his heart made Wang Xuan fall asleep unconsciously. On the left side of Wang Xuan, there was a sticky note on the bedside, which read-

"August 8, 9am, Manchester City interview interpreter ......"

In the past few months, Wang Xuan has repeatedly lowered his job search requirements, and now he doesn't care if he can become a coach. It is enough to be able to work in a football club and be exposed to football.

Just when Wang Xuan was sleeping soundly, there was a violent knock on the door. Wang Xuan sat up in a daze, and the violent knock on the door made him wake up instantly.

Rubbing his face vigorously with both hands, a wry smile tugged at the corner of Wang Xuan's mouth. He already knew who was knocking on the door. Thinking about it, he got out of bed and walked to the door.

"Mr. Liszt, is there anything wrong?" After opening the door, Wang Xuan asked politely.

A middle-aged man with a beard frowned and asked very impatiently, "You haven't opened the door for so long?" I thought you died here? I tell you, if you want to die, go out and die, don't die with me. When are you moving out? You promised to move out by Friday, and it's Thursday today. ”

This bearded middle-aged man is named Liszt, and he is the director of the dormitory building where Wang Xuan lives, in other words, he is actually a janitor. In fact, Liszt was not very eager to drive Wang Xuan away, after all, Wang Xuan's residence had little impact on him, he came over today because he was too bored to go to work, and he just came to laugh at Wang Xuan.

"Mr. Liszt, I will definitely move out tomorrow, you can rest assured."

Liszt looked at Wang Xuan and sneered, "Have you found a place to live?" It can't be a bridge hole! ”

Wang Xuan was a little angry and said, "Mr. Liszt, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Haha! I don't care about your, I just want you to move out quickly. By the way, find out which club will let you coach. ”

"Mr. Liszt, if nothing else is going on, I'm going to rest, and I'll be sure to move out tomorrow." Wang Xuan said calmly.

"It's okay, it's okay, today is your last day in the dormitory! I'm here to take a closer look at the life of a future head coach, a football head coach from China, this is a legend! Ha ha! Liszt laughed and left.

Liszt's laughter as he left kept echoing in Wang Xuan's ears, and every word Liszt had just said pierced his heart.

Li Szt still has some understanding of this person, Wang Xuan, this is a bachelor who is addicted to alcohol and has achieved nothing. Now every day is just a day of gangsterism in the dormitory. is such a person, and he laughs at his dreams so unscrupulously.

Alone in a foreign country, and then suffering from the cold eyes and ridicule of others. Wang Xuan felt the urge to cry for a moment, but he soon calmed down. He felt a little hungry, but he only drank some water. He hadn't eaten dinner since he graduated, and he just drank some water when he was hungry.

Wang Xuan sat down and calculated the rest of his money, and sighed helplessly. "If you fail tomorrow, you'll have to find a job first. Otherwise, I'm going to starve to death......"

In fact, if Wang Xuan relies on his achievements in language, whether in China or in the UK, he can find a very good job. But he still paranoized and chose to continue on the road of football......

Paranoia is a common disease of all geniuses, and sometimes it is characteristic of all successful people......

After settling the accounts, Wang Xuan read the book again, and rested at more than ten o'clock......

Wang Xuan, who was sleeping, was awakened by a biting cold, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he no longer seemed to be in the familiar dormitory. His first instinct was to sit up, but his neck was pinned to the bed with an iron hoop.

"This ......" Wang Xuan was a little flustered, and he began to struggle. But after struggling to no avail, he quickly calmed down and began to observe his surroundings.

It's not a completely dark environment, the faint white light, coupled with the gusts of cold wind that blows from time to time, a terrifying aura penetrates the bottom of my heart......

"Anyone?" Wang Xuan shouted tentatively, but did not respond at all. After shouting, there was no response, and Wang Xuan stopped talking.

Wang Xuan didn't know why he was in this situation, but he was an atheist, and he believed that his current situation must be artificial. So Wang Xuan believes that that person will definitely appear, and he doesn't need to waste his physical strength to struggle and shout, those are meaningless.

After I don't know how long, a cold and majestic voice suddenly sounded. "You are calm and I admire you. You don't have to speak, just listen to me. ”

Wang Xuan didn't ask, because he felt that it was useless for him to say anything.

After a while, the cold, majestic voice sounded again, "There's a guillotine above your head, and in 10 seconds it will start falling, and in 60 seconds it will fall completely." There's a dagger under the edge of the bed on your right, and when you pierce your left eye, the shackles around your neck will open, and you'll have the only chance of surviving......"