.Martin, whose surname is William, his father is French, and his mother is Dutch. Martin grew up and liked food and gluttony, so he followed his father to learn cooking and achieved little success. He also heard that Chinese food was unparalleled in the world, so he entered the blue and white porcelain restaurant to study cooking skills. However, his fortune was fascinating and his ambitions were different. He finally joined Master Yang's Valleheim, and wanted to become a door god that everyone in the world heard of.

——"Vallheim Chronicle (Chinese version)·Biography of Martin"

When he was a child, Martin was a fat man whom he loved personally. He gave him and his sister Susan the love he had not mentioned. As the chef of a French restaurant, Martin's father was a fat man, an optimistic and romantic Frenchman.

When he was a child, his favorite thing was to follow his father's father's back and wander around the kitchen. The Chinese "gentleman farewell to the chef" was not established in this family. Old Williams was very willing to inherit his son's mantra, but later his son fell in love with Chinese food, which was helpless and helpless. But now, the goalkeeper... this cross-track is a bit outrageous.

The only thing that goalkeepers and cooks have in common is that they are both professions that mainly work with their hands. This is the only thought of Old Williams after hearing the news that his son was a goalkeeper in a French restaurant.

Martin prepared the meal for his sister and brought it out: "Come on, girl, it's time to eat."

Susan threw the magazine and jumped up from the sofa and cheered: "Oh, it's time to eat. The great goalkeeper brother of Valleheim is cooked!"

Three black lines appeared on Martin's head. Since his first appearance, Martin has added this prefix to his name at home. "The great Valleheim goalkeeper is washing clothes! The great Valleheim goalkeeper goes to throw away the garbage! Great..." God! Why do I have a sister like you? Is this the "debt of evil" that Master Yang calls me? Alas~ I will pay it back sooner or later when I come out.

Martin glanced at his slim sister. They were all born to one mother. Why are you lazy and not fat? I tried hard to lose weight but didn't show any loss.

"Brother, how do you think you're playing for the first time?"

Martin said expressionlessly: "This is the 48th time you have asked this question." Martin leaned on a fork and thought to return to that game, and it didn't seem to feel much. It was just that the goal was lost, and it was played back in front of his eyes like slow motion. What should I choose to do at this time? Go back or block it forward? Martin shook his head and sighed. It was such a debut that he couldn't bear to look back on.

"Brother, will you come on the court?" Susan asked.

"...I don't know this either." Martin was a little unappetizing.

"It's okay, brother. I believe you will definitely succeed. My classmates all say that you look so handsome when you guard the gate!" Susan encouraged.

"Really?" Martin's eyes shone.

Susan paused, nodded and said "Yeah". In fact, what her classmate said was, "Oh, it's a pity that Doberal is not on the court, so if it's impossible, he will save it."

Martin put down his fork, glanced at the clock on the wall, pushed open the plate and walked towards the door.

"Brother, you won't eat it?"

"I won't eat anymore, go for more practice! I won't believe it..." Before Martin finished speaking, he was already out of the house.

Ding Yi hadn't been to Blue and White porcelain for several days, so he called Lao Wu to ask for leave. He didn't know how to face Mr. Yang, and those who knew him. During this period, only Martin sent a few text messages for inquiries, but he didn't reply to him. Ding Yi used his finger to sort out his hair and found that there were many messy bifurcations at the ends of his hair, which were so messy. Cut his head? Ding Yi thought of a song called "Short Hair", so go and cut it!

After walking out of the house, I walked a few streets on the street and found a unique barber shop. The owner was an uncle who had a delicate swallowtail beard, like a character in a fairy tale. That's it. Ding Yi stepped into the store.

"Hello!" Uncle Beard greeted in stiff Chinese.

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment: "How do you know I am Chinese?" (Dutch)

"Only China has a beautiful girl like you." Uncle Beard unfolded a piece of cloth for haircuts.

The interesting uncle, Ding Yi sat on the chair and gestured to Uncle Beard: "Cut it shorter and be more energetic."

Uncle Bearded looked at Ding Yi in the mirror and touched his beard.

"Come on, let's make you a little magic first."

Ding Yi opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked around. Didn’t he come to a fairy tale? Do you have to do magic when you cut your hair?

Uncle Beard clasped his right hand into a fist, put a hair that fell off into his fist, then blew a light breath and took out a silk handkerchief from his fist's eyes.

So amazing! Incredible!

The bearded barber signaled Ding Yi to close his eyes, and covered Ding Yi's eyes with a silk handkerchief, saying, "Okay, close your eyes and I'll be able to cut it soon."

Is it really OK? Ding Yi thought, and the sound of a barber waving scissors came from his ears.

Mr. Yang has been busy these days, and he cannot refuse exclusive interviews, players who need to be inspected, press conferences of several Chinese players... and so on. When he woke up this morning, he suddenly realized that he had never seen Ding Yi since Liu Yunshang arrived in Valleheim that day. This girl would not be...? Mr. Yang could feel Ding Yi's hazy feelings. In fact, Mr. Yang wanted to have a good chat with Ding Yi, such as "there is no result between us", but he couldn't bear to hurt this stupid girl. This is a guy with a high ball quotient and a low emotional intelligence. Who told him to catch such a virtuous girl as Liu Yunshang in the first time he fell in love? If he lost a few loves, he should be able to experience all kinds of battles.

Mr. Yang called Ding Yi for a long time but no one answered it. Why don’t you go to her house to find her? Mr. Yang walked towards Ding’s family while planning the tactical arrangements for the away game on the weekend. He happened to pass by a barber shop, and Mr. Yang took a look inside the barber shop...

Ding Yi felt his hair fall down one after another, as if his chaotic emotions. Will the mood of loving someone decrease? Maybe. I really hope to open my eyes and see another self. The silk handkerchief was slowly opened. Ding Yi saw a strange girl with short hair looking at him in the mirror. There was also a barber with a delicate beard and a young man holding a silk handkerchief. The young man was smiling at the short-haired girl in the mirror. Ding Yi smiled, but he felt that his eyes were still hot. She was looking at the eyes of the young man in the mirror, as if she was saying something.

"Ding Ding, your hair is well cut," said Master Yang.

Ding Yi looked at himself in the mirror around. "Do you like it?"

The bearded barber raised his hand to Master Yang, snapped his fingers, and suddenly turned a rose out of his hand and handed it to Master Yang. Master Yang shook his head, waved the handkerchief in his hand, and turned it into a credit card and handed it to the magician.

Ding Yi didn't believe the scene in front of him. Is today a magic show day? The bearded barber shrugged and put away the rose and credit card to walk towards the cashier.

Ding Yi and Mr. Yang walked out of the barber shop together and waved goodbye to the bearded barber.

"Ding Ding, you..."

"Don't tell me, I know what you want to say. I made a decision just now."

"Oh? What decision?"

"I'm going to join Valheim."

"Hmm? We are not women's football team." Mr. Yang was a little confused.

"I think the club's logistics department should still be short of people."

"Don't you study business management?"

"Do you care about me!" Ding Yi raised his fist angrily.

"Listen to me..."

"Don't listen!"

“…”

In the evening, the blue and white porcelain Chinese restaurant was on the lanterns. Old Wu was absent-mindedly calculating the accounts while looking at the table beside the window. Seven people sat at the table, two middle-aged and five young people. Old Wu looked at the signature book at hand, and couldn't help but open it. The signature book contained several names: Lin Lefeng, Dong Fangzhuo, Zhao Xuri, Feng Xiaoting. Maybe one day, someone here would become a popular figure in Chinese football. I hope this day will come soon.

Lin Lefeng saw that he had almost eaten, so he raised his glass: "Xiao Yang, I'll give you the senior, and I'll leave these three children to you. I hope you can take good care of it, not for anything else, just for our Chinese football." Lin Lefeng didn't drink much today, but was a little drunk.

Master Yang also raised his glass and looked at Dong Fangzhu and the others who seemed a little restrained beside him: "Go up together. After today, you are professional players registered in Belgium. Whether you can take root and sprout here is not me. Remember that you are a Chinese and remember your purpose of coming here, I don't think you can disappoint Uncle Lin. There is no nation here, only good or bad, only the soldiers on the field are still cowards who cry and call their parents after practicing hard on the field." After that, Master Yang drank it all.

Dong Fangzhu and his friends' eyes were shining. I didn't know if it was a reflection of the light or something inside his eyes. They nodded vigorously and drank it all in one go.

Yue Liantian glanced at his strange and familiar nephew beside him, and smiled and drank the wine in the cup.

Ding Yi poured out the tea in the cup, filled himself with a glass of beer, and drank it all in one go.

Several people continued to talk about a common topic - football.
Chapter completed!