Vol 3 Chapter 362: Metty, do you want to be an idol?

After spending a day at the youth training base in Dortmund, Zhou Tiancheng saw that Nizameti was not uncomfortable. When he came to this trip, he was more confident that the decision to send this little guy out was definitely the right choice. Despite the language barriers, this little guy's concentration on football is unmatched.
This is the most important prerequisite. Language barriers, which can be made up sooner or later, is only a matter of time, but the focus on football often determines the lower limit of a good seedling's future.
The core competence in professional football is always ability. With the focus of Nizamet, Zhou Tiancheng is very confident in him. Even if he had no destiny to meet him in the first team in the future, he believed that Nizameti would never be worse.
Therefore, he was also very generous. When he left, he also paid a sum of money to Old Aiding. Old Aiding firmly refused to accept: "This is not enough. You can take it back. We absolutely can't ask for it."
Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "Uncle Aiding, take me as a friend, take it. When I always have money, I borrow it. Okay, friendship sponsorship. In the future, McGrady will make a lot of money, but I want him to pay Mine, haha!"
Old Aid sighed softly. How could he not hear Zhou Tiancheng's words as a joke, but he still pushed back firmly: "I will go home in two days, and there is no room for money. Take it back. . Your kindness to our family is heavy enough."
Old Aiding looked at his kid. Fortunately, he heard many parents who came to visit his family like him cheering for his son's performance. It felt quite gratifying. At least this performance was not ashamed.
For Nizameti, he was busy next. After the training, he was taken to the outfield of the Westfalun Stadium, the caddie can do it without going there, and has to be trained.
Of course, in addition to the simple work of throwing the ball inwards on the sidelines, there is another link that children like-they can walk into the court holding hands close to their favorite stars.
"Children, congratulations, you are very lucky. Some of you may be able to really take the Westfalun stadium in the future-as a Dortmund player. Why do you say you are more lucky than other children? Because you can compare with them immediately Experience this feeling earlier, can you tell me, which player do you like best?"
The staff of the club asked with a smile. The voices of several children were noisy. Obviously, the green vegetables had their own love, but the pronunciation of "ZHOU" should be clearer.
Only Nizameti did not respond.
His anomalous behavior caused the staff to take a look at him, and then asked: "There is now a real opportunity to step on the Westfalun stadium, are you nervous?"
Many children shook their heads, and Nizamet did not respond, as if he was a mess, what are you doing? none of my business.
This time the other party found it interesting. Others can see in his blinking eyes that he is definitely not so nervous that he even forgets to answer, nor is it an IQ problem, which is too insulting to Dortmund. So the other party came over and squinted and smiled and asked, "Aha! Chinese kid? Is Zhou your idol?"
Metty bit her finger lightly and still didn't answer.
The other party felt like he was showing his face, thought about it, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a short video of Zhou Tiancheng's game, got Nizameti and smiled and asked: "Hahaha, boy, look, you must Know him and want to shake his hand? I can arrange it!"
Nizameti saw Zhou Tiancheng exposing his muscles to the stands, his eyes brightened instantly, and also learned Zhou Tiancheng's appearance, showing his own muscles.
The other person touched his head and smiled and asked, "Are you nervous?"
Nizamet shook his head subconsciously. He still didn't understand German well, so the children always subconsciously denied it and achieved the purpose of protecting themselves in front of strangers.
Behind him were two teammates of Team C who were selected in that match with him, a little black with black blood and a local kid with high nose and white skin. Nizameti's appearance was quite in line with the taste of Xiaohei. He squeezed his eyebrows and looked good. However, the white-skinned child obviously had something to do with Nizameti and sneered coldly. What cruelty, Chinese kid! Want to play good football like you? Haha, hahaha!"
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For Dortmund, Nuremberg is a simple opponent that can no longer be simple. It can be said that unless Dortmund himself scores an own goal, there is almost no chance of a miss in Westfalun.
But for Nizameti, this game is definitely different. Holding Zhou Tiancheng's hand into the Westfalun stadium.
When they walked into the stadium, the deafening cheers on the scene really shocked Nizamai.
He doesn't feel much about the history and inheritance of Westphalen Stadium. After all, the time is too short, it is difficult to say what it feels like.
But the real atmosphere on the scene can really make him feel excited and produce a strong curiosity.
"Brother Tiancheng, what are they shouting for?" Nizamet asked, tilting his head.
"Ha! McGrady, have you been scared?"
Nizameti shook his head: "It's so noisy!"
Zhou Tiancheng said with a smile: "This is the real game! McGrady, the real football field is like this. There are many people who will come to see you and play, which is definitely not the same as the Desert Wolf."
Nizamet nodded, seemingly incomprehensible: "So what are they shouting? I don't understand!"
"They...",
In response to the live DJ, all the fans shouted unanimously: "Week! Week! Week!!!"
"Oh, they are shouting my name." Zhou Tiancheng touched Mai Ti's head.
"Really? Why?"
"Because... I'm an idol here! McGrady~EbookFREE.me~ Do you want to be an idol?"
"Brother Tiancheng, what is an idol?"
Zhou Tiancheng pointed to a portrait of him held up in the stands and said, "Did you see it, was it me? Idol, that is, everyone worships you, just like the Desert Wolf football team, you are everyone The boss, here, if you can become an idol, everyone will know your name, they will be like welcoming heroes, each game will raise your portrait, there will be many and many people looking for you to sign, and then You can get newspapers on TV every day..."
"I am willing! I am willing, Tiancheng's brother, I want to be famous!" Nizameti shouted, holding Zhou Tiancheng.
"Haha, little boy, my heart is not small." Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "Like this atmosphere, at least you have to be as powerful as me."
"I can do it!"
Zhou Tiancheng patted him lightly: "Let me show you a demonstration, little fellow, you are still far away!"
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