.Master Yang is famous, at least in the blue and white porcelain Chinese restaurants in Valleheim.

Old Wu pinched the newspaper and flipped through it. He didn't know how many times he read the news. There was no description of how Mr. Yang became a coach in the news, but he told him in detail about the arrest of Mr. Yang. Eastwood also made some modifications based on Mr. Yang's narrative, which made people feel a bit of sympathy for Mr. Yang, the unlucky man after reading the news. There was a line of small words at the end of the article - to be continued - it seems that Mr. Yang's story will be turned into a TV series and reported for a long time in the Valleheim Evening Post.

"Oh, Master Yang, should I say you are well developed or are you in trouble?" Old Wu teased Master Yang with his chin.

"Angkor, Uncle Wu, my Uncle Wu. Just let me go. Didn't I just tell you? The young man is still going to ask for something for you." Master Yang knew that Old Wu and Ding Yi were a little picky about him, but aren't we a low-key silver?

"Are you going to do it here?" Old Wu flipped through the newspaper again.

"I'm just trying to use the coach now, and I'm not making that much money yet. So, I think I'm still working on you." Mr. Yang spread his hands and thought, I still have 1,000 euros in my body.

"Oh, that's it. OK, go and do it first." Old Wu said thoughtfully.

When we arrived at the kitchen, Martin was the first one to jump over.

"Good boy, you actually became the coach." Martin punched Master Yang.

"Why don't you say I'm still a suspect?"

"It's okay, believe in the law." Martin comforted.

After Martin finished speaking, everyone started to cheer: "Master Yang, you're so unprotective. You won't talk about such a big deal."

Master Yang hurriedly bowed one by one to the death: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everyone, I know I'm wrong."

Everyone clamored to congratulate Master Yang on his kung fu. Martin pretended to be inadvertently approached Ding Yi: "Master Yang is not a friend enough, so he won't tell us if he has something to do. If he has a girlfriend one day, I don't think he can't say it?"

Ding Yi glanced at Master Yang and said, "That's different, but I heard that Master Yang has a girlfriend."

Martin was happy when he heard Ding Yi catch his words, and then said, "Then I will tell you if I have a girlfriend, do you tell me if you have a boyfriend?"

Ding Yi was puzzled and replied: "What can I say about this, but I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Martin was happy and said, "Then what kind of thing do you want to find? I'll find one for you."

Ding Yi looked at Master Yang again, and Mr. Yang talked about his experience as a coach with several international students in the kitchen. Ding Yi said: "This person must be upright and caring." Ding Yi remembered the scene when Master Yang and her went to visit Balier.

Martin said in his heart, well, I am just kind and loving.

"This person must be brave enough to protect his beloved." Ding Yi remembered the scene of Master Yang chasing the robbers for her.

Martin said to himself, Well, I'm very brave, look at my broad chest to protect you.

"This person must also have talent, goals and ideals." Ding Yi's eyes were full of Master Yang.

Martin said in his heart, well, this, I will try my best to think about it. Is it an ideal to try all the delicious food in the world?

"Oh, why should I tell you this?" Ding Yi withdrew his thoughts and focused on doing the work in his hands.

"What kind of profession do you think is that person's best?" Martin struck while the iron was hot.

"It's related to football. But profession is not very important." Ding Yi turned around and went to wash vegetables.

Martin stayed in place and said to himself: "It's related to football. Is it a player? She likes Beckham? No wonder, girls these days like Beckham. I have to be Beckham, but this seems a bit difficult." Martin looked down at the three abdominal muscles on his belly, and Master Yang came over.

Martin grabbed Master Yang: "Yang, you said last time that you could let me play football and be a professional player."

Master Yang touched the back of his head: "Have I said it? Why don't I remember it?" (You said it, after Chapter 11, the author prompts.)

Martin said: "You said it."

"Okay, I said, what's wrong?" Mr. Yang spread his hands, "I don't have the right to let you score the team. This requires the head coach to make the decision. And..." Mr. Yang looked at Martin and said in his eyes that which coach do you think is rusted in your brain that will make you score?

"How can I score in the team? Tell me." Martin begged.

"Damn, aren't you telling it seriously?" Master Yang didn't know why Martin suddenly remembered this incident.

Martin raised three fingers of his right hand: "I swear, this is related to my happiness in the second half of my life. Ding Yi said she likes football players." Ding Yi's words were understood dialectically by Martin.

"Really?" Master Yang was surprised, and his heart was a little sad.

"Really, this is the power of love. I want to become a professional player. Let her fall in love with me. Tell me quickly, how to practice?" Martin looked serious. This kid must have watched "Seeking Away".

"How to practice?" Master Yang thought for a while, then looked at Martin again, "Really?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just say it!"

"Let's lose weight first, and then talk about other things. Make fat into muscles first." Mr. Yang looked at Martin who was nodding in despair. "I happened to have a friend working in the gym. I'll give you a call and ask him to give you a discount and tutor you by the way."

"Good brother." Martin patted Master Yang on the shoulder hard.

Good brother, I'm optimistic about you. Yang Shiyan gave blessings in his heart indifferently.

At this time, Lao Wu walked into the kitchen: "Today, my hands and feet are quicker, and I'll treat you to midnight snack after all." "Okay." Everyone cheered and started to work hard.

It was closed, and everyone quickly packed the shop and gathered at a big table. The master had prepared the meal and everyone started eating together.

After three rounds of food and five flavors, Lao Wu stood up and held up a glass of wine.

"Today, we mainly borrowed the light of Mr. Yang's food. Let's congratulate him. What are you congratulating? He became a team coach in Belgium and abroad. Let's not care what kind of coach he is, he became a master of his ability." Old Wu drank a lot today, his standing body shook slightly, and everyone listened quietly.

"I have been watching the Chinese team play football since I was a child. From Nian Weisi, I saw Qi Wusheng, and the worse I played, the worse I became, the sadder I became. Later, a few foreigners came. The German Yugoslavia all treated the symptoms but not the root cause, and it was still embarrassing to go abroad. Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang! Now it is our pride, our hope." Yang Shi didn't expect that Lao Wu was still a loyal Chinese team.

"So, I want to announce something today." Everyone's eyes focused on Lao Wu.

"Master Yang, you were fired." The people below said the words were in an uproar, and Master Yang was also stunned. Old Wu waved his hand to calm everyone down.

"Why? I hope Xiao Yang can do this with all his heart and be his coach. I don't expect you to take the Chinese team to get that divine cup one day. I think of that joke, I can't see that divine cup." Old Wu smiled excitedly and wiped away the tears from his face. "Xiao Yang, just become a world-famous coach. If you can take the Chinese team, take the Chinese team..." Old Wu couldn't continue talking as he said.

Master Yang stood up and picked up the cup: "Angkor, I understand. I have done this glass of wine. The man will do what he said. Even if I try my best, I will work hard for what you said today!" After that, Master Yang drank it all.

There are too many such cute fans in China who hoarsely but can’t do anything about football in this country. Their only wish is to see this great country with the largest population in the world in their lifetime and stand up completely in the football event. But now we can’t even expect such a first-class Asian requirement.

Old Wu also drank it all in one go. He took out a thick envelope from his pocket: "Xiao Yang, Angkor asked you to shout, "Brother, I have nothing to give you. This is 5,000 euros. It's my brother's wish, don't think it's too little."

"I can't ask for this money, Angkor."

"If you refuse again, you will look down on you Angkor." Old Wu usually looks very stingy, but he always sends a red envelope to everyone during the New Year and the holidays. This time everyone was even more moved. At everyone's unanimous request, Master Yang accepted the money, and a group of people toasted each other and said heartfelt words. The meal was full of joy and enjoyed it.

Before leaving, Lao Wu was already drunk and was supported by someone to wave to Master Yang. The scene was like the revolutionary martyr in the red movie "You go first and I will cover it". Others came over and shook hands with Master Yang one by one, patting Master Yang on the shoulder, as if the "small rice raised him" and the villagers.

Master Yang and Ding Yi slowly walked back. Master Yang thought of an old song inappropriately: "The moon is gone, I will leave too, I will send my brother to the village head."

"I won't see you tomorrow, right?"

"I feel like I'm going to sacrifice what you did." Although Master Yang was joking, his nose was a little sore. "I will go back to see everyone often."

"I feel that the recent period has passed very quickly." Ding Yi said. (The author doesn't think so)

"Yes, a lot of things happened in a blink of an eye."

"You guys have a game on Sunday."

"Well, Sunday, do you want tickets? I might have two free tickets."

"Is that so? Then give me one."

"Okay, the other one is for Lao Wu."

The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the cool autumn night.
Chapter completed!