Chapter 708: Is it Chinese?

When the boys started training the next day, they were still talking about the game yesterday evening.
Every football teenager has a hero's dream, dreaming of becoming a big hero like Gao Zheng, which will make tens of thousands of people worship.
In the past, this was just a dream, but Gao Zheng showed them their dreams.
Let them have clear goals and clear references.
Someone used to say that
the yellow race is not suitable for football
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The Chinese are not united, so the performance of collective sports is not good.
But now Gao Zheng slaps those who said so hard.
Who says the Chinese don't play well? Who said that the Chinese people are scattered?
The teenagers were so excited that they wanted to be like Gao Zheng tomorrow.
Lin Yuan met the Asian teenager who was competing with him on the training ground that day.
The teenager stared at himself and opened his mouth to ask in Chinese that Lin Yuan understood: "Why can Gao Zheng call your name?"
Lin Yuan was surprised: "Aren't you Japanese?"
The Asian teenager was very angry: "You are Japanese, your whole family is Japanese!"
"Are you also not Korean?"
"You are a stick! Your whole family is a stick! I am Chinese!"
Lin Yuan is even more strange: "You are Chinese, why are you in the same group with so many Spaniards?"
At this time, Dong Jin remembered that his nationality was Spanish, so he said with a bit of depression: "Uh...my mother is Chinese..."
Lin Yuan suddenly realized: "You are not Chinese..."
"I am!" Dong Jin glared.
Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, you are not. I am Chinese like this."
"Am I different from you?" Dong Jin stared at Lin Yuan and asked.
Lin Yuan could not speak for a while, but he suddenly thought of something, so he stood up and said, "I am a citizen of the People's Republic of China! What about you?"
"What?" Dong Jin dumbfounded. His nationality is Spanish... so he sipped: "I am...Chinese..."
"Then you are not Chinese." Lin Yuan insisted on his point of view.
"I am! My mother said, as long as you identify with Chinese culture, you are all Chinese!" Dong Jin countered.
Lin Yuan smiled: "If we all play for the national team in the future, which country do you represent?"
Dong Jin dumbfounded, unable to answer.
Yes, he said that he is Chinese, but China does not recognize it... In the future, if he really has the opportunity to join the national team, he is a Spanish nationality and deserves to join the Spanish national team. Since they are all players of the Spanish national team, what is the point of saying that they are Chinese?
Seeing that Dong Jin Leng was speechless there, Lin Yuan chuckled: "When we meet on the court, I will beat you!"
Having finished speaking, he ignored Dong Jin and went straight to the training ground.
Dong Jin turned to stare at his back, and for the first time he had a huge doubt about his identity.
At home, his mother and grandpa always said that he was Chinese, taught him to speak Chinese, learned Tang poetry and Song Ci .
As a result, when I met real Chinese people today, I found myself different from these Chinese people...
So are you Spanish or Chinese?
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After the training, Dong Jin went home and saw her mother. She was still busy in the front hall to greet the guests. Even if she saw her son, she just smiled at him and said, "Ajin Come back."
Then he took the plate to deliver the meal.
Grandpa was naturally too busy in the kitchen at this time.
When Mom came back, Dong Jin took her hand and said, "Mom, am I Chinese?"
"Why not, of course!" The mother looked at her son strangely, wondering why he asked so.
"What if I kick out and join the Spanish national team after that?"
Mother didn’t expect her son to ask such questions, but he didn’t have time to think about why his son asked. She touched her son’s head and answered in the simplest way:
What nationality doesn’t matter, you just have to Just think that you are Chinese...be good, go homework and don’t delay learning!"
After she finished, she hurried away and was busy greeting new guests.
Dong Jin did not get a satisfactory answer from his mother. He frowned and dragged his schoolbag upstairs.
Then he climbed out of the attic with his hands and feet, and sat cross-legged on the small square table where he usually "listens" to the game. He propped his chin in his hands and fell into contemplation.
He did not understand that since he was not Chinese, why would his mother say that he was Chinese.
I think I am Chinese, but those children who really come from China don’t seem to recognize themselves as "Chinese"...
And that person was right. If one day, he really joined the Spanish national team and met the Chinese team on the field, how should he manage himself? Isn’t he Chinese? Why did it become the opponent of the Chinese team?
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Dong Jin did not want to understand this question for a whole night. He wanted to ask Gao Zheng. As his idol, he felt that Gao Zheng would be able to help him.
But today he didn't need to go to Mahada Onda to train, but he still took the bus to Atletico Madrid's training base after class and waited for Gao Zheng outside.
Many fans have gathered here, and Dong Jin is very unremarkable, just like one of them.
After training, the players drove away.
At this time, the fans will go up and stop their favorite players, ask him for a signature, take a group photo, and it would be better if they could still chat a few words.
At this time, you can see who is the most popular player in the Atletico Madrid team.
That is of course Gao Zheng.
When Gao Zheng's car came out, he was blocked by a group of fans. Sitting in the co-pilot, he rolled down the window to meet the fans' request for a signed photo.
He was very skilled in handing signatures of various things to each fan. After signing a name, he raised his head and smiled at the camera or mobile phone in the hands of the fans, and took a photo with the selfie fans.
When Dong Jin squeezed in front of him, he neither sent anything for signature nor asked for a photo.
This made Gao Zheng, who was accustomed to this rhythm, still not very comfortable. After he saw who was coming, he smiled: "Yo, why are you here?"
Dong Jin frowned and said, "I have a problem..."
"What's the problem?"
So Dong Jin told Gao Zheng about his troubles, and Gao Zheng was happy when he heard it: "What am I doing...you think too much now, right?"
Dong Jin came to Gao Zheng to confuse him. He didn't expect Gao Zheng to hear his words but laughed. He was a little confused: "Where did I think too much..."
"You guys have just entered the echelon? Your career hasn't started yet. I'm thinking about the national team one by one. This is not what I want to think about. When you can play in the professional league first..." Gao Zheng waved his hand. , Very disappointed. "You guys, there are tens of thousands of miles away from the national team! Now it's enough to kick the ball. Everything else has nothing to do with you. It doesn't matter if the Chinese are playing well..."
He just finished talking, someone squeezed up from behind Dong Jin, handed Gao Zheng a postcard, asked Gao Zheng to sign it, and someone squeezed over with a camera to take a photo with Gao Zheng.
And Dong Jin was squeezed out.
Dong Jin, who stood outside the crowd, scratched his head and recalled what Gao Zheng said in his mind.
It seems that Gao Zheng is right... Isn't the most important thing now to stand firm in the echelon and stand out?
Whether you are Chinese or not, it doesn’t seem to matter if others accept your identity or not...
Having figured this out, Dong Jin realized that what he should do now is to defeat the kid named Lin Yuan. This is the top priority!
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