After coming out of the Bracker training base, whether it was Mark or Zhou Yi, the two of them sat in the car without saying a word. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Old Wagner, although a little strange, didn't ask much, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to talk a lot

So the three people in the car were silent and returned home.

During the meal, both of them also seemed to be preoccupied, just buried in eating, but did not speak.

This is really unusual for the two people who used to always make the atmosphere hot at the dinner table.

Mrs. Wagner asked her husband what was going on.

Her husband gave her a look of "I don't know".

Mrs. Wagner angrily confronted her husband with her eyes: "How could you not know?!"

"They didn't say anything. "Old Wagner is a little aggrieved.

"You don't know how to ask!"

"How do I ask?"

Just when the couple used many years of tacit understanding to communicate through eye contact, Mark pushed the plate and said, "I'm ready to eat, you use it slowly." ”

Then he got up and walked to his room.

It didn't take long for Zhou Yi to get up and leave.

Looking at the backs of the two children, Mrs. Wagner's eyes were full of worry.

She didn't know what was going on, but the fool knew that the situation was definitely not right.

But she couldn't help much, so she could only do it in a hurry.

This feeling is the most uncomfortable feeling as a mother.

If it weren't for Zhou Yi being so silent, she would have wanted to ask Zhou Yi what happened.

But now that Zhou Yi is also preoccupied, it is difficult for her to open this mouth.

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Mark didn't ask Zhou Yi to come to his room for special training tonight, maybe he felt that special training was meaningless?

And Zhou Yi didn't go to Mark.

The two of them were in their own rooms, each with their own thoughts......

It may not be right to say this, Mark must be preoccupied, but Zhou Yi, who returned to his room, was not a performance at the dinner table.

He turned on the computer, logged in to QQ, and began to process the messages that had not been on for several days.

It's no different from every normal night, and it doesn't seem to be affected by the daytime at all.

On QQ, Zhou Yi told his parents that he had played an official league game in U19 and performed well, and the main position should have been stabilized.

But he didn't say anything about Mark.

After processing the message on QQ, Zhou Yi opened the search engine, typed "Are there gods in this world" in the search box, and then pressed enter......

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Unlike Zhou Yi surfing the Internet in front of the computer, after Mark returned to his room, he turned on the game console and entered the game save.

Then he looked at his character's personal attributes in a daze.

After countless nights of hard work, he has become a world-class striker who was mostly white at the beginning.

Eighty or ninety figures are not a minority.

Thinking back to the data when Zhou Yi first built this role, it is simply miserable.

At the beginning, I felt that Zhou Yi set himself too badly and did not conform to his true self.

Now he suddenly felt that Zhou Yi was right, that was his real strength, it was so unbearable!

And not as it is now, a glossy statistic, a world-class striker......

It's virtual, it's fake, it's not real. It can only exist on the hard drive of the game console, and it is impossible to project it into reality.

In reality, I am like a clown, and my only role is to use my clumsiness to make others laugh.

Such a self may be really like what his sister said, and he is not suitable for the road of professional football.

Didn't Ge Ce say that he was useless without Zhou Yi......

I don't deserve to stay in the U19.

Maybe he doesn't deserve to stay in Dortmund either......

Mark pressed to select his character, selected the delete button, and a "OK or No" window popped up on the screen, he hesitated, but pressed "OK".

He deleted the character that Zhou Yi had worked so hard to build up in the game, although this character was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables with the cooperation of him and Zhou Yi, and together with Zhou Yi's virtual character, he helped Dortmund win all the championships he could.

But after all, it's virtual and meaningless.

No matter how well you perform in the game, you can't change your unbearableness in reality.

Special Training ...... It doesn't make sense in the end!

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Zhou Yi sat in his room, but his ears were always listening intently to the movement next door.

He knew that, according to Mark's habit, every day before going to bed, he would go downstairs to take a shower.

He's waiting for Mark to take a shower right now.

Sure enough, when he heard the door open next door, he jumped out of bed and threw himself at his door, and when the footsteps in the hallway faded away, he opened the door and quickly slipped into Mark's room.

Then he went straight under Mark's bed, lay down on it, adjusted his breathing, and waited patiently.

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Mark came back from the shower, went into the house and closed the door, collapsed directly on the bed, and got into the quilt, he was going to sleep.

Zhou Yi was lying on the floor, and he could clearly hear Mark's movements turning over on the bed, as well as the sound of his breathing.

He didn't know if Mark tossed and turned like this every night when he went to bed, but he did turn over a little more often today.

The bed above kept creaking, continuously, and Zhou Yi even suspected that Mark couldn't sleep.

But now Zhou Yi has no choice, he can only lie on the ground and wait.

Waiting for Mark to fall asleep, but not yet, is the state of half-asleep, which is the moment that Zhou Yi needs in his plan.

After waiting for I don't know how long, Zhou Yi heard the breathing sound of Mark above gradually becoming even, and the frequency of tossing and turning was significantly reduced, and Zhou Yi knew that the opportunity had come.

So he lay on the floor and whispered Mark's name.

"Mark Wagner. He didn't say it in his own tone, but tried to make his voice as deep and deep as possible, more like the voice of a middle-aged man.

Not to mention, he is really imitating vividly, and his tone is very stable.

Of course, this is due to the fact that he has had a wide range of interests since he was a child, and he was interested in cross talk for a while when he was a child...... What is the emphasis on cross talk?

To learn is to imitate.

Zhou Yi imitated the voice of a middle-aged man and continued to call Mark.

"Mark Wagner. ”

After calling several times in a row, and after increasing the volume a little bit, Mark on the bed finally reacted, and he rolled over or sat up directly from the bed.

"Who is it?" his voice was confused by the confusion of having just been woken up from his sleep. "Who's talking to me?"

"It's me. Zhou Yi said in a suppressed voice.

"Who are you?" Mark must have looked around in bed, but he didn't see anyone, so there was some horror in his voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I know who you are. Marc Wagner, a teenager who loves football and the club Dortmund, aspires to become a professional footballer and wear the Dortmund jersey. Am I right?"

"Uh...... No. ”

Unexpectedly, Mark's answer was not the same as before.

"That's just in the past. Mark said in a deep voice. "I don't really have the talent and ability to be a professional footballer and I can't play for Dortmund......"

Zhou Yi heard Mark's words, and sighed in his heart, if he hadn't pretended to be a ghost, he might not have been able to ask Mark's inner words.

"Why? Because you didn't do well in training?"

"No, not for this reason...... I found myself worthless except to rely on my friends......" Mark continued in a low voice.

Zhou Yi secretly scolded Ge Ting in his heart, sure enough, it was that kid! Even if what he said was right, could he not say such things in front of Mark? It's good to tell me in private!

"Then why don't you want to think about how many people there are on the team, why is it that only you can 'depend' on your friends, and no one else can?"

"Maybe it'...... Because...... He lives in my house?"

"No, it's because you have your strengths, and your strengths work better with your friends. If you give up on the dream you've been dreaming for years just because of that, then all I can say is that I'm disappointed in you, Mark Wagner. ”

"You are afraid of your dreams, you are knocked down and crushed by them. ”

After saying this, Zhou Yi stopped speaking, he lay quietly under the bed, and he didn't take a breath.

"Huh?" Mark didn't seem to realize that the mysterious person he was talking to had suddenly disappeared, and he was struck inwardly by this last sentence and froze on the bed.

Am I afraid of my dreams, defeated and defeated by my dreams?

Dreams are a beautiful thing, why should I be afraid of it?

Are you afraid of your dreams because you can't achieve them?

Is it because dreams are putting too much pressure on me?

Is it because you are afraid of dreams because you are worried about the consequences of your dreams?

Mark sat blankly on his bed, asking himself the same questions in his mind.