atypical center forward

Chapter 7 Draw a Circle
In the early morning of the next day, Chu Yang, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone. He glanced at it in a daze, and picked up his mobile phone to answer it.

"Sister." Chu Yang said vaguely.

"Just woke up?" Chu Yu's pleasant voice came through the receiver, "Didn't you train?"

"If you practice again, you will be stupid." Chu Yang rubbed his eyes, got up and leaned against the head of the bed, "And the team had a game yesterday."

"What does it matter to you if the team has a match?" Chu Yu asked with a chuckle.

Chu Yang could imagine his sister's teasing smile through the microphone, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm on the stage."

"Yo?"

"And I scored a goal." Chu Yang showed off a little proudly, as if he was rich and honored and never returned to his hometown, like a night walk in brocade clothes.

"A penalty kick?" Chu Yu asked suspiciously, "It's been so hard, and there's no winner in overtime?"

"There's an extra time in the league..." Chu Yang just wanted to explain the rules to her, when he suddenly remembered that Chu Yu is not blind, and these words were completely hurting him on purpose.

"It doesn't make sense. You can score without a penalty. What team is so weak?" Chu Yu's voice was full of distrust towards Chu Yang.

"Is it your own, please?"

"It's hard to say, who knows that you were given by my mother when she bought something."

"Wow! Did you hear that? The boat of family affection has capsized."

"How can you turn it over as soon as you say it? After so many years of raising it for nothing, white-eyed wolf, white-eyed wolf."

"White-eyed wolf is about to catch up on sleep. If there is something to do, he will play, and if there is nothing to do, he will retreat."

"Farewell, Your Majesty, my concubine has something to ask for."

"Hey! Ma'am, wait a minute. I'll go and see from which direction the sun is rising today." Chu Yang really got out of bed, went to the window, opened the curtains, and stretched himself refreshed.

"Of course the sun rises from the east, and of course my sister is also my own. In a word, can you help me?"

"Help! Of course I will! Tell me, whether it's killing and setting fire or catching traitors and thieves, it's a matter of one word from my lord sister!"

"You don't need to do such trivial things as murder and arson," Chu Yu said, "The thing is like this, our school is going to hold a New Year's Eve party, and your elder sister, who is as beautiful as a flower and beautiful as a jade, is forcibly assigned a task by the academy. You will understand next."

"Writing a song?" Chu Yang understood immediately, "It's the 21st today, is it too late?"

Before Chu Yu could speak, another female voice faintly came through the receiver: "Chu Yu, do you really want your brother to help write a new song? Will there be time?"

"Don't worry, it's just a song, it's a matter of minutes for my brother," Chu Yu said to the people over there first, speaking into the microphone, "Isn't it, Yang Yang?"

Chu Yang got goosebumps all over his body directly from her address, and said, "I'll fuck it, if you call me like that again, believe it or not, I will turn my face against you?"

"Yo, who are you?"

"If you can write songs, you can be whoever you want."

"Okay, my lord, tell me, when can I finish writing?"

"This... is not in a good state. After all, I just played yesterday and scored three more goals. My back is sore..."

"Okay, don't be so fake, we are with whom, I knew you before you were weaned," Chu Yu interrupted him, "Time is tight and the task is heavy, this little comrade will work hard. I will pass the song sample over at this time tomorrow, and when I return to my country, my sister will take you to school to eat, drink, and pick up beautiful girls."

This girl behaved like a gentle and virtuous woman outside, but she turned into a female hooligan when she came to Chu Yang. As expected, you can't judge people by their appearance.

Chu Yang sighed, "Oh, will my parents beat you to death knowing you look so crooked?"

"No, I will beat you to shit, because I learned it all from you."

"You won," Chu Yang said, "Brush your teeth first, and I'll pass it to you in an hour."

"Okay...an hour?"

"Of course, I have to find something to cushion my stomach first, right?"

"I knew you still had songs!" Chu Yu said angrily, "It's hidden deep enough, Chu Xiaoyang."

"You don't care whether I wrote it before or now, anyway, I'll give it to you," Chu Yang said, "I'll hang up first."

"Yeah, it's up to you whether my sister can make a big splash and shock the audience."

Chu Yang hung up the phone, washed up and had breakfast, then picked up the guitar in the corner and recorded a song, then wrote the lyrics and passed it on to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu can handle things like writing scores and arranging music by herself. After all, she has a mother who is a music professor, and she was forced to learn solfeggio and ear training since she was a child.

Copying songs is a familiar thing at first and second time, at first I would blush pretendingly, but now writing my name on the lyrics and composition is like looking for food when I am hungry, it is very natural.

The time difference between Spain and China is about six hours. It should be afternoon over there now. Chu Yang picked up his mobile phone and dialed it shortly after the transmission.

"Sister, I sent your email address, please accept it."

"Understood, I've been listening," Chu Yu said, "Congratulations, you have captured three more wild fans. The three in our dormitory have now announced that you will not marry, what a crime."

"Well, as expected of a woman who can live with my elder sister, her aesthetic ability is worthy of recognition, but please tell them that I only accept fans, not fans," Chu Yang said in a low voice, "How do you look?"

"Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, please put away your dirty little thoughts," Chu Yu said, "You should be on vacation, are you really not coming back?"

"No, I practiced too crazy a while ago, so I just took a break and tried to perform better in the second half of the season, otherwise it would be a shame to be driven back."

Chu Yu's voice softened, and said: "It's up to you, don't push yourself so hard, at worst, you won't kick, and you won't die of hunger."

"Yeah. I know."

"Is the money enough? Not enough, sister will send some to you."

"I'm planning to buy an airplane, but I still need 5601 RMB, please help my sister."

"Okay, I'll give you 73 yuan at once, don't think too little of my sister's kindness."

"..." Chu Yang said, "I thought about it, it seems that my driver's license can't fly in Spain, so forget it."

"Hehe, I'm too lazy to be poor with you, I went to practice singing," Chu Yu said, "Take care of yourself."

"Well, you too, bring your parents over to play during the holidays."

"Necessary, I haven't been to Spain yet."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yang checked the news online, and soon found his name in several sports pages.

The content was nothing more than "Accidental Explosion or the Birth of a New Star", "China's Substitutes Shine at the Riazor Stadium", "The Second Star of Tomorrow in the Football Desert", etc. Chu Yang was not in the mood to read them carefully.

Now he is just an insignificant passer-by in the eyes of the Spaniards. Occasional outbursts cannot change the reality that he is still a small player. People still pay more attention to the half-truth and half-fake transfer rumors of superstars.

On the other side of the ocean, He Qingyuan, the head coach of the Chinese national team, was watching the video of that match intently, especially the three goals of Chu Yang, which he had replayed countless times.

After watching a game all afternoon, it was not until his son came to ask him to have dinner that he came back to his senses.

"This is yesterday's game, right?" He Feng said, "Dad, are you planning to recruit Chu Yang into the team?"

Next year will be the year of the World Cup. With the outstanding performance of midfielder Yang Shaotian, the Chinese team entered the finals in a thrilling manner and achieved a zero breakthrough. He Qingyuan has been seriously deified by the outside world. As a son and fan, He Feng naturally knows how much pressure he is carrying on his shoulders.

"I have this idea," He Qingyuan said, "This kid has made great progress."

He Feng said: "It's not just a big improvement, it's a complete transformation. If it's not an accidental outbreak or good luck, it will be no problem to play the main force in the middle and lower reaches of La Liga."

"It shouldn't be luck. That sense of smell is innate, and luck can't explain it." The father and son have common hobbies, and they can usually chat together. He Qingyuan will not hide his thoughts in front of He Feng, "I was wrong."

He Feng knew that He Qingyuan looked down on Chu Yang before, but why didn't he himself?
That young man was first praised by the Chinese media, and then he was degraded to nothing. In the eyes of the He family and his son, all this was just a farce, but now it seems that a real dragon may really emerge.

He Qingyuan found Chu Yang's name on a densely packed list, picked up a pen and circled it.

Whether it's a dragon or a snake, let time tell.

(End of this chapter)