Champion’s Heart

After coming out of the Bracker training base, both Mark and Zhou Yi, the two of them sat silently in the car.

Although Old Wagner is a bit strange, he didn’t ask much, he is not the kind of person who likes to talk

So three people in a car went silent and went home.

When eating, both of them also seemed to be very worried, but they just buried themselves in the meal, but did not speak.

This is really unusual for the two people who always made the atmosphere hot on the dinner table.

Mrs. Wagner asked her husband what was going on.

Her husband returned her eyes with an "I don't know".

Wagner was too angry to question her husband with his eyes: "Why don't you know?"

"None of them said." Old Wagner was wronged.

"You don't know what to ask!"

"How do I ask?"

Just when the couple used years of tacit understanding to communicate with each other through their eyes, Mark pushed the dinner plate and said, "I have eaten well, and you use it slowly."

Then he got up and walked to his room.

Before long, Zhou Yi also got up and left.

Looking at the backs of the two children, Mrs. Wagner was worried.

Although she didn't know what happened, the fool knew that the situation was definitely wrong.

But she couldn't help much, and could only hurry.

This feeling, as a mother is the most uncomfortable.

If it was not Zhou Yi, it was so silent, she wanted to ask Zhou Yi what happened.

But now that Zhou Yi is also very worried, she would not be able to say this.

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Mark did not ask Zhou Yi to come to his room for special training tonight. Maybe he thinks that special training is no longer meaningful?

And Zhou Yi did not go to Mark.

The two were in their own room, each caring for something...

It might be wrong to say that, Mark must be very worried, but Zhou Yi returned to his room is not the performance on the table.

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

It is no different from every ordinary night. It seems that it is not affected by the daytime.

On QQ, Zhou Yi told his parents that he has played a formal league game in U19 and has performed well. The main position should be stable.

But he didn't say anything about Mark.

After processing the messages on QQ, Zhou Yi opened the search engine, entered "Is there a **** in this world" in the search box, and then pressed Enter...

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

Then he looked at the personal attributes of his character in a daze.

After countless nights of struggle, at the beginning, most of them were white data, and they have become a world-class striker.

Eighty and ninety data is not a minority.

Recalling the data when Zhou Yi had just completed this role, it was terrible.

At the beginning, I thought that Zhou Yi set too bad for myself, which was not in line with his true self.

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

Rather than a bright data like this, a world-class striker...

This is virtual, fake and unreal. It can only exist in the hard disk of the game console, and cannot be projected into reality.

And in reality, you are like a clown, and your only role is to use your clumsiness to make others laugh.

Such a self, perhaps as his sister said, is not suitable for professional football.

Didn't Goetze say that leaving Zhou Yi's self is useless...

I don't deserve to stay in U19.

Perhaps it is not worthy to stay in Dortmund...

Mark selected his character and selected the delete button. The window of "OK or No" popped up on the screen. He hesitated a moment and pressed "OK".

He deleted the character Zhou Yi worked hard to build in the game, although this character is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables with his cooperation with Zhou Yi. Together with Zhou Yi’s virtual character, he helps Dortmund to take all he can. The champions took it all.

But that is virtual after all, meaningless.

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

Special training... It doesn't make sense at the end!

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Zhou Yi sat in his room, but his ears had been listening attentively to the motion next door.

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

He is now waiting for Mark to take a shower.

Sure enough, when he heard the sound of opening the door next door, he jumped out of the bed and rushed to his door. When the footsteps in the corridor drifted away, he opened the door and then quickly slipped Entered Mark's room.

Then he burrowed directly under Mark's bed and lay down, adjusting his breathing, waiting patiently.

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Mark came back from the shower, entered the house, closed the door, fell directly on the bed, got into the quilt, and he was about to sleep.

Zhou Yi was lying on the floor, and he could clearly hear Mark's turning on the bed and his breathing.

He didn't know if Mark was turning around every night when he went to bed, but he did roll over some times today.

The bed above made a creaking sound, continuously, Zhou Yi even suspected that Mark could not sleep.

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

Waiting for Mark to fall asleep, but before he fell asleep, it was the state of half asleep and half awake, this is the moment needed in Zhou Yi's plan.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Yi heard that Mark's breathing sound gradually became even, and the frequency of tossing and turning was obviously reduced. Zhou Yi knew that the opportunity was coming.

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

"Mark Wagner." Instead of speaking in his own tone, he tried to make his voice low and thick, more like the voice of a middle-aged man.

Not to mention, he is really a mimic of imitation, and his tone is very stable.

Of course, I have to worship him for his wide interest in childhood. When he was a kid, he had been interested in cross talk for a while...What does cross talk emphasize? Talking about learning to sing.

Learning is imitation.

Zhou Yi continued to call Mark after imitating the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Mark Wagner."

After calling it several times in a row, after increasing the volume a little, Mark on the bed finally responded. He rolled over or sat up directly from the bed.

"Who is it?" His voice revealed the confusion that had just been awakened from his sleep. "Who is talking to me?"

"It's me." Zhou Yi said with a squeeze.

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

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I know who you are. Mark Wagner, a teenager who loves football and the Dortmund club, is determined to become a professional player and wear a Dortmund jersey. Am I right?"

"Uh... no."

I didn't expect Mark's answer to be the same as before.

"That's just past tense." Mark said in a low voice. "I don't actually have the talent and ability to be a professional player, nor can I play in Dortmund..."

Zhou Yi sighed in Mark's words. If he wasn't pretending to be a ghost, he might not be able to ask Mark's inner words.

"Why? Because you did not perform well in training?"

"No, not for this reason...I found myself useless except for relying on friends..." Mark continued to say in a low voice.

Zhou Yi scolded Ge Ce in his heart, and it really was the kid! Even if he is right, can he not say such things in front of Mark? Tell me in private!

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

"Maybe...because... he lives in my house?"

"No, it's because you have your strengths, and your strengths can be better coordinated with your friends. If you just give up your dream of persisting in your heart for many years just for this reason, then I can only say You are very disappointed, Mark Wagner."

"You are afraid of your dreams, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is overwhelmed by dreams and crushed."

After finishing this sentence, Zhou Yi stopped talking, he lay quietly under the bed without breathing.

"Eh?" Mark didn't seem to realize that the mysterious person who was talking to himself suddenly disappeared. He was struck in the heart by this last sentence and froze on the bed.

I am afraid of my dreams, am I overthrown and defeated by my dreams?

Dream is a very beautiful thing, why am I afraid of it?

Are you afraid of dreams because you cannot realize your dreams?

Are you afraid of dreams because dreams put too much pressure on me?

Are you afraid of dreams because you are worried about the consequences of dream failure?

Mark sat blankly on his bed and kept asking himself like this in his mind.