Deteriorating global financial conditions, construction of new stadiums halted due to funding shortfalls, players experiencing fitness problems, injuries showing signs of rising, and team results have been up and down. The combination of these things made Donn feel a lot of pressure, and it also made him realize that not only should he not expect the club to spend money on people during the winter break, but he also had to learn to use more local resources to expand the team's strength in the future.

The youth team is a place that must be looked at. And the focus is not on sitting in the office looking at the data and reports, as I used to be, but on going to the youth team in person. It's an act of attitude. Even if he wears sunglasses and stands on the sidelines and wanders. Anyway, let the youth team players see hope and be encouraged, and at the same time, it is also for Evan . Dogetty's signal - I understand that the club has no money to buy people, but the youth team is the foundation of the team's survival, and no matter what, there is no shortage of money invested here.

He almost didn't paint the slogan "No matter how poor you are, you can't be a poor child" on the wall of the youth team's training base.

So he decided to go to North Wilford with the assistant coaches Don and Chris Lak after first-team training to see how the kids were doing. See how far the young talents that scouts bring back from all over the world have grown.

※※※As winter begins, the UK almost enters the rainy season. London is known as the "City of Fog" because of the industrial fumes and smog that permeated the city during the Industrial Revolution, and now it has become rain and fog. The city of Nottingham is no exception.

It rained for four days, and there was still no sign of the weather going to clear or stop in the weather forecast.

Even if he was born in Sichuan, which is also cold and rainy in winter, Tang En still doesn't like this kind of weather. The continuous rain makes people feel as if they are moldy from their clothes to their bodies, and the bachelor is filled with an unpleasant musty smell all over his body, and his clothes are always wet, not to mention how uncomfortable it is to stick to his body.

"I hate this kind of weather." On the way to North Wilford with Don and Chrislak, Don muttered and grumbled with a black umbrella. "Such a sky is simply too depressing." He moved his umbrella a little and looked up at the sky, only to see the rain crackling down on his face, mouth, eyes, and neck and collar.

Chris Lak frowned, the team's results have been very inconsistent recently, and this kind of weather does give people a feeling of "adding to the chaos". In addition, he thinks that this winter break can dig up what suitable players in the youth team, for the post-80s Shaolin abbot Luo all kinds of talented teenagers to join, but there is still a period of time before they become talents...... Not at least in January next year.

Don was thinking about someone else. When Tang En suddenly said yesterday that he was going to go to the youth team today, he didn't think of the children who worked hard in the youth team, but thought of Chen Jian first. Every time I get the information from the youth team, I tell myself to worry a little about him. Will he be able to hold on? Will he still be able to achieve his dreams?

The three men arrived at North Wilford with their own agendas.

Although it was raining, the team's training was still outside. To make it easier for the coaches from the first team to look at the true quality of these young players. The training was arranged as a small training match.

The youth team's training grounds, shaded by the trees, look even better than the first-team training grounds in normal times. But in today's weather conditions, all they can see is a rotten vegetable field.

The overcast sky seemed to advance into the evening, and the woods on the north side of the training ground took on a black hazy form in the rain and fog, making the training ground even darker.

The youth team players were changing clothes in the dressing room, and then ran out one by one with their necks curled at the urging of their coaches.

Chen Jian is also among them. He had just learned a minute earlier that he was on the side of the yellow team in this intra-team game.

The training matches are divided into red and yellow teams, wearing red or yellow training vests. Unlike the yellow vest of the first team, which usually symbolizes the main team, the color of the vest in the youth team has no meaning, just to make it easier for everyone to distinguish teammates from opponents.

It's been more than seven months since he arrived at Nottingham Forest and he has never played for the forest in a youth team game. It's not that he doesn't have qualifications, it's that he's been doing basic training all this time. After I started training with my teammates two months ago, I didn't get along well enough. He will occasionally have the opportunity to play in the team game, but basically the role of accompanying the prince to study, and he was replaced after playing for a while. No matter how good his performance is, it will no longer be on the radar of the youth team coaches.

This kind of role is quite embarrassing. No one would really believe that this amateur kid who was selected on the talent show could actually make it past a year and stay at Nottingham Forest. So no matter how hard Chen Jian tries, no one will put too much effort into this person. Only Greenwood is an exception, as he knows that Assistant Coach Tang cares extra about the Chinese kids. As a colleague who has worked in the youth team together, he is willing to help Tang pay more attention to his Chinese compatriot.

Since this game is for first-team coaches to see which players in the youth team can be transferred to the development team, there is no need for them to occupy a spot. So he was a little surprised to hear Greenwood call out his name.

It's just a few, Chen Jian didn't have a great chance to make this move, he smiled and nodded to indicate that he knew, and then calmly changed his clothes, ran out of the second-story building where the locker room was located, and ran into the training ground shrouded in rain and fog.

As he passed by the sidelines, he saw Coach Greenwood chatting with three men with three black umbrellas. After running over, the faces of the three men peeked out from behind the umbrellas, and he recognized who the three of them were.

The first is the Chinese assistant coach Tang he is most familiar with, in his eyes. This man is always gentle and busy. To be an assistant coach in a team like Nottingham Forest before the age of 30 is remarkable. Seeing him made Chen Jian full of strength - although he was a coach and a player. But on the road to pursuing his dreams, Tang is his Chen Jian's first idol.

Standing beside Don, holding an umbrella, frowning and not talking much, the tall man in black who just listened was the king and leader of this team, Tony. Don is gone. Nottingham Forest's recent poor results have made it a problem to even qualify for the Champions League group. After three years of glory, he must be under a lot of pressure now...... Behind them was the team's other assistant coach, Chris Lack. I heard that after Donn left the youth team, he was the director of the youth team, and Coach Greenwood was once a coach under him. Now they're all promoted...... However, when the official is big, he naturally has the troubles of the official, the team's results are not good, and he will not be comfortable as an assistant coach, right?

After running through several coaches, Chen Jian and other teammates started warm-up exercises under the leadership of the coaches. The temperature is low in winter, and there is rain today, so it is important to do a good warm-up activity. Otherwise, it would be too bad to get injured in this kind of competition.

Don was chatting with Greenwood about his recent training in the youth team to get first-hand information. After they finished talking, the four of them turned to look at the young people who were warming up on the training ground.

All three wore umbrellas, but the youth team manager Greenwood only wore a woolen hat to cover his bald head, which had few hairs and was very cherished. The rain had already wet his whole body, but he didn't care about the little things. He's not a coach who comes down from the first team to "inspect", he's intuitive to the place, he can't just walk around here with an umbrella, sometimes he has to go down to the pitch to demonstrate the moves, or pounce on the player who made the mistake and put his face in front of the tip of the hapless man's nose and roar. You say, is it appropriate to take another umbrella because of this?

Squinting his eyes and trying not to let the rain slip into his sockets, he waved his hand into the arena and shouted, "Alright, let's go!" ”

The players on both sides stood obediently, and the coach who acted as the referee blew the whistle, and the team training match began.

Donn is also well aware that it is almost impossible to find players in the youth team who can be drawn to the first team. But he has to be here to give the young people the motivation to train hard and stay at Wilford. In fact, it is the two assistant coaches who are really looking at everything and watching carefully, and he just needs to look for people he is interested in.

The game is played in a rain that cannot be regarded as small, and the technical movements of the team players are very demanding, so the most common scene seen by people on the sidelines is people turning on their backs and falling on all fours.

Greenwood was a little embarrassed. The name Tang En picked was too casual, or the timing was too bad. It's not a game like this that doesn't show the players at their best and their best. If the coaches of the first team were to stand in the cold rain and watch "mud football" for dozens of minutes, they would definitely lose patience and give these young children bad reviews.

Because it is to show the first team coaches the quality of the young players. So although he is not yet 18 years old, and has been training in the U17 echelon, the two talented players John . Bostok and Niklas. Milan were all called up by Mason Greenwood from the Under-16s to the Under-18s for today's game.

Don focused on these two men. He wanted to see how the two talents had improved after a year of training with the Forest.

He was pleased with the results. Despite their young age, the two players have already shown themselves to stand out from the crowd of their team-mates who are one to two years older than them. They are on the yellow and red teams and are the core players of both teams. The teammates around them are very skillful and no stranger to them. It can be seen that Greenwood often moves these two to play in Under-18s.

While the poor pitch and weather have somewhat limited their performance, Donn is confident that if this continues, he may have to move the duo to the first team next season, giving them more opportunities and a wider stage to play.

After making sure that the performance of the two men was satisfactory to him, he began to search the field aimlessly. The way he looks around can easily give the illusion that he is absent-minded.

There was no other sound on the pitch except for the sound of players shouting at each other, the sound of water splashing from running, tackles, shots, etc., and the incessant whistle. Don made the best impression.

※※※Don't look at Chen Jian, he knows in his heart that he is still the role of "accompanying the prince to study" in today's game, but once he is on the court, as soon as the game starts, he will devote himself wholeheartedly. Running hard and scrambling, conscientiously fulfilling the task given to him by Coach Greenwood - right-back, solid defense.

He didn't expect to impress the first-team coaches with a good performance, he just felt that since it was a game, he had to do his best.

But his performance was terrible in Greenwood's view. The grass was slippery in the rain, some movements could not be forced, and the sneakers he wore had short spikes and poor grip, making his figure look clumsy. The right flank he held was always easily broken by the opponent, so much so that it almost became the direction of the red team's main attack later.

John. Bostok also found that this Chinese was very good to bully, so he frequently took the ball to press this side, and the yellow team just wanted to take advantage of the situation to fight back, and let the red team press back. A group of young men were pressed and couldn't get out, their hearts were holding back the fire, and their movements were a little bigger. In the end, Bostock was awarded a penalty and scored it himself. The red team leads the yellow team 1-0. Greenwood, who was outside the court, applauded loudly for John. Bostok applauded. This action irritates the Yellow team player who lost the ball.

The Yellow team players who had conceded the ball began to have a discord. Although the ball conceded did not break in from Chen Jian's side, the eyes of everyone looking at him were not very friendly - don't look at the usual happy, that is because Chen Jian does not pose a direct threat to them. But now, if Chen Jian's poor performance prevents them from showing their best side, then Chen Jian will definitely be resented by his teammates. Who would be polite to a kid who will only be in the team for a year at this time?

If you make a mistake, the better-tempered ones just squint at you, and the hot-tempered ones may directly come up and point their noses at you.

Chen Jian was standing on the right side, and he could feel several pairs of eyes looking at him. He's not a fool, he knows what's behind these gazes.

He tried not to think about the disdainful gazes of his teammates and continued to do his job on the right flank.

is still defending, or being hit by the opponent's key impact all the way, he feels that he is very stupid in the process of losing his balance and falling to the ground and getting up again and again, "dazed" is used to describe his predicament at this time. One person can't prevent a whole team from breaking through, and he lacks the support of his teammates. His previous poor performance made him lose the trust of his teammates. Raise your hand to arrange for your teammates to help defend it, right? I guess no one will listen to him if he does this.

can only continue to be aggrieved in the face of the red team's breakthroughs again and again, one-on-one, one-on-two, one-on-three...... The RED team's tireless efforts have finally paid off. Bostok broke through Chen Jian, who was already embarrassed, and crossed to assist his teammate to score the second goal.

The Yellow team was two goals behind.

Unlike the first time he conceded the ball, this time Chen Jian found that no one was glancing at him anymore - they completely treated themselves as air. A centre-back ran up and stood beside him, apparently unhappy with his previous poor defence and wanting to make a cameo at right wing-back himself.

Chen Jian looked at his teammates around him, and then turned his head to look at the coaches next to him, he wanted to see if this was what Coach Greenwood meant. He didn't see any special gestures from Coach Greenwood, but he did see that he looked around and looked absent-minded. Dawn.

This action suddenly stimulated Chen Jian.

No matter how well you perform, football has always been on your side during this time. Even if they are dissatisfied with their performance, they will stare at themselves and shake their heads, or look away when they find themselves looking past. What's that now? Looking up at the game, or at the grove in the distance?

It turns out that he is a ball of air in the eyes of other Brits!

Look at the way you look like this bastard is covered in mud, and if you fall on the ground, it will look like a rotten vegetable field, and you won't attract a trace of surprise if you step on it...... Chen Jian looked down at his embarrassment, feeling humiliated for the first time.

That's right, I'm from a backward country in football, I'm a show star from a commercial draft, I know how many pounds and taels I have, and I don't expect to get the same treatment as your stars. But what are you doing...... Look at me! A big living person of 1.83 meters and 70 kilograms is standing here. He was passed over and over again, one person facing several people on the other side, he was being played like a monkey, he was running, he was jumping, he was wrestling...... He's moving, he's a living person! You fucking eyes can't see?!

At this time, Chen Jian suddenly hoped that Greenwood would run in front of him angrily and scold him. Because that means he's still being watched, he's still on the pitch.

I don't expect to be praised by you anymore, I just hope you don't ignore me, don't pretend not to see me, and don't turn a blind eye to all the efforts I have put in!

What am I working so every day for trainers? What is the purpose of working alone in this unfamiliar environment? You're pursuing your ideals, and I'm not either! I didn't want to be promoted to the Nottingham Forest first team, I just wanted to be a real professional footballer!

It's been seven months, and except for being praised once, it's all criticism and reprimand. No effort is rewarded or recognized, no matter how bad I do, I'm always trying, aren't I? Why did you so easily deny my sweat and hard work every day of my seven months?

He saw Don standing next to Don, who also looked at himself, then sighed and lowered his eyes. Apparently he was disappointed with his performance. That's fine.

Chen Jian was suddenly ignited by a fire in his heart, and he walked towards the sidelines. As he walked up to Greenwood, he said in English to the youth manager: "Please replace me, Coach Greenwood." ”

Everyone was stunned by his play, Greenwood didn't understand what was going on, he never caused trouble, he didn't blush with anyone, and he always kept smiling why Chen suddenly pursed his lips and stood in front of him with angry eyes and said this.

Before he could answer, Chen Jian had already bypassed him and was about to walk towards the locker room.

"Stop." He was pulled along.

Chen Jian turned his head and glared at the person who grabbed him, it was Tony who was "absent-minded" just now. Dawn.

In such gloomy weather, he appeared on the sidelines of the training ground without the sunglasses with his logo. So Chen Jian was able to see the head coach's eyes at this moment.

It's a little cold.

"Who let you go?" He asked coldly.

"Tony......" Don exclaimed, a little surprised.

Chen Jian did not answer Done's question, he did not know why the first-team manager suddenly pulled him away and did not let him go.

"I ask again, who let you go?" Don repeated the question in a cold tone. His eyes were staring directly at Chen Jian, colder than his tone.

Greenwood was a little unbearable that Chen Jian was reprimanded by the Kings of the Forest team, and he knew that Tony. What kind of person is Donne? His vitriolism can make the strongest child cry. He planned to give Chen Jian a step down, so he waved his hand to call the substitute player next to him, but was stopped by Tang En's umbrella.

"Back on the pitch, it's not over yet, and the coach hasn't replaced you." Don said with a dark face.

Chen Jian still didn't understand why the first-team manager suddenly took care of his own affairs, as he was attached to the Forest youth team to train, and he glanced at Greenwood. In his mind, only youth team manager Mason Greenwood has the right to dictate to him.

Greenwood smiled wryly and waved his hand, "Back on the pitch, Chen." It's not over yet, I haven't replaced you yet. ”

Tang En let go of his hand, Chen Jian glanced at Tang En, and returned to the court with a stubborn expression.

The players looked at Chen Jian who returned to the court in confusion, and they didn't understand what happened just now.

The centre-back, who was going to play at right-back, was re-called back to centre-back by Mason Greenwood and the game resumed.

※※※Chen Jian's performance is as bad as ever, or worse than before. His emotions must have been affected by the incident just now, and he had become extremely unstable. How could he play well when he was restless?

Tang En finally stopped looking around, and he stared at Chen Jian under the black umbrella.

When Chen Jian was defending Bostoke, he was passed by the opponent with a two-by-one, and when he turned around, he lost his balance, slipped and fell to the ground on his knees, his hands were propped up in the mud, his head was lowered, and he didn't get up again.

He felt very aggrieved. To be looked down upon, to be reprimanded, to be humiliated and teased. Because he doesn't have the strength, because he performs badly. The reality is so cruel, he finds that the dream has left him, maybe there is no waiting for him in front of him at all, everything is his own fantasy of white dreams, just deceiving himself.

He suddenly wanted to cry out loud, for the dream that he had been buried deep in his heart for so many years and persevered in pursuing it to this day, for the ten years of his love for football, and for the stupidity of giving up his studies to pursue his dream in the UK.

If you don't have talent, what can you do no matter how hard you work? Amateur fans who are halfway home also want to become professional footballers? No kidding! If it was so easy to succeed, there wouldn't be so many ordinary people in the world who rely on illusory things to satisfy themselves! What about perseverance? What if you never give up? Attitude is everything? Bullshit! It's been seven months, and what did I get after seven months of hard work?!

Endless criticism and distrustful and disdainful glances from those around you!

Forget it, go back. Let go of all unrealistic thoughts, study hard, and make progress every day.

He clasped his hands together and grabbed two handfuls of mud tightly.

But...... But I'm so unwilling...... ※※※ When Tang was secretly shaking his head at Chen Jian's poor performance, he saw an extra dangling umbrella at his feet.

Then he heard Chrislac exclaim in surprise, "Tony! ”

When he looked up, he saw Tony. Donn strode into the back of the court, and he threw his umbrella on the ground, and the upside-down umbrella had already caught some rain.

The coach in charge of being the referee saw Tony. Don suddenly walked into the room, quickly blew the timeout whistle, and ran towards Don. And on the way forward for Donn, those players all avoided it, avoiding the black-faced leader.

Donn strode through the rain, puddles of muddy water splashing under his feet and staining his pants.

He walked straight to Chen Jian, who was still kneeling in the muddy water, Chen Jian didn't see him, just lay there with his head down.

A voice sounded over his head.

"Get up."

Chen Jian didn't react.

"Get up!"

Chen Jian raised his head this time and looked blankly at Tony standing in front of him. Dawn.

Don En saw this lost soul and lose his vitality and brilliance for a moment, and his brows were wrinkled together. Compared to this face, he liked the one that looked back at him from the sidelines.

He leaned down, stretched out his hands and suddenly grabbed Chen Jian's collar, and then pushed Chen Jian directly to the sky!

"I'm calling you up! What are you doing on your knees here? Who are you going to kowtow to? Me? I'm not uncommon for a loser to beg for mercy! After overthrowing Chen Jian to the ground, Tang En leaned down and opened his mouth, spitting at the dazed Chen Jian.

Chen Jian was stunned - Tony. Tang is fluent in Chinese.

When the two first met, Donn only spoke Chinese once, and then insisted on talking to him in English, even if it would be much easier for him to speak directly in Chinese than to have a translator relay it. Chen Jian knew Tony. Don did this to remind him that this is England, don't expect a coach who speaks Chinese to be much easier, learn English as soon as possible, and use English to converse in English to really adapt to life and football here.

But now, Tang En is angrily scolding him in fluent Chinese, which can no longer be fluent, and authentic can no longer be authentic.

"Look at your shit shit! You're lying on the ground like a sludge, real sludge! I can't even grow grass here! What are you doing? What are you looking at me for? Not convinced? If you're not convinced, jump up and hit me! Tang En noticed that there were two clean places on Chen Jian's muddy face, extending from his eyes to his nose. Yo, and cried? Tsk, look at you! It's just that I played a bad game, and I was about to cry. Do you think it's a Kindergarten soccer game? ”

Tang was also stunned when he heard Tang En's sarcasm and cursing Chen Jian in Chinese. In fact, everyone present saw Tony who suddenly went berserk. Don was stunned, even though they couldn't understand what he was saying.

"What's the matter, mud san. Playing a terrible game and going to go home crying? Go back to China, go back to study honestly and find a job after graduation? Then with a big belly, you can play amateur football once in a while, and you'll be satisfied, right? When you get old, you brag to your grandson that your grandfather used to train for a year in the youth team of the European champion Nottingham Forest! What if your grandson asks you a year later? What do you want to say? You say-ah, your grandfather gave up on himself because of a bad performance in an intra-team game, and went back to China crying...... Guess what your precious grandson would say? ”

Tang En pointed at Chen Jian, who was stunned and couldn't think, and scolded word by word: "You. . . This. Piece. Weak. Husband! Not. Seed. Target. Gall bladder. Small. Ghost! You won't be able to hold your head up until you die in front of your grandchildren, like an impotent man – it's not premature ejaculation, you guy who can't hold your head up doesn't even have the qualifications for premature ejaculation! ”

Tang felt that Tang En's scolding was so messy, where is this...... Why is Don so angry all of a sudden? Chen Jian just performed a little worse, where did he provoke him? Isn't he not very optimistic about Chen Jian's performance in the first place?

"How? I realized the cruelty of reality, and I know that you were dreaming in vain before, right? I'm telling you, it's not professional football yet! It's just a dog-called youth team game! It's still on the team! Do you think dreams are so easy to pursue? Do you think that as long as you get your blood boiling like an idiot protagonist, you dream of stripping naked and letting you casually?! Even if it's Scoop Kee, he still has to give money! There is no such thing as a free lunch! What is your effort? What is it?! Donn pointed to the completely stupid youth team players around him, "Which of them hasn't been practicing football for ten years, and how many of them do you think will eventually make it to the professional field and appear in the starting line-up at Nottingham Forest?!" Who do you think you are? You're not the protagonist of a comic, you're not a genius, you're just an ordinary person! A hundred people like you are dying every second on the planet! ”

"One year!" Donn raised his middle finger, "You want to be a professional player in a year?" How can there be such a cheap good thing! You only need to move your mouth to say your dreams, and you can actually do it! Remember what I asked you when you first came here? You say you can't give up...... Look at the way you look now, do you still have the face to say that sentence again? Do you dare to say 'I can't give up, sir'?! ”

The rain became heavier and heavier, drenching Tang En into a soup chicken, but he didn't feel it at all, just stared at Chen Jian, and his eyes seemed to be able to erupt flames.

"Very well, I want to congratulate you on finally coming out of that shallow silly boy who only knows how to pursue his dreams. You've matured, and you know the cruelty of reality! You're going to bow your head and kneel in front of this cruel reality and beg for mercy! Now that you're leaving, I'm not going to stop you. It's not over yet, but yours is over, boy! You've lost and you've been knocked out! When you're going to go back to China crying, remember to call me and I'll buy you a plane ticket and give you a free pack of tissues. ”

Speaking of which, Don finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep breath.

Then he leaned down, bent down, and looked at Chen Jian face to face.

"I have one last question for you before you go. Answer me, what's your name, loser. ”

Seeing that Chen Jian didn't react, he repeated again: "Answer me, what's your name?" Underdog! ”

I don't know if he was scared or frozen, Chen Jian replied with trembling lips: "Chen ...... Chen Jian ......"

"Excellent! Chen Jian, Chen Jian...... Your mom gave birth to you, and your dad gave you that name. Erdong Chen, what jian? It's not the annihilation of the strong, it's not the infernal room, it's not the cheap one, it's not the cheap one, it's not the sword of the sword...... It is a strong firm, a firm perseverance! You remember, this is your name, Chen Jian! ”

After saying this, Don straightened up, turned around and strode away. No longer paying attention to this youth team game, nor looking at the expression on Chen Jian's face who was still lying in the muddy water, he didn't pick up the black umbrella from the ground, just walked straight across the court and walked towards the gate.

Seeing Don walking straight out, Don quickly apologized to Greenwood, and then chased after him with an umbrella.

※※※ People inside and outside the stadium were stunned, including Chen Jian himself. He had been in that position since he was knocked to the ground by Don En, stunned, unable to believe the scene that had just happened in front of him.

He seemed to want to give up, and then he was suddenly scolded by the manager of the first team...... Scolding for several minutes?

What the hell is going on?

※※※ Don gave half of his umbrella to Don and helped him block the rain above his head. I was in a hurry just now, and I forgot to pick up the umbrella that Donn threw on the ground.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't want those cowards to show their cowardice in front of me. If you want to cry and hide from home, it will hinder the weathering here! Don spoke in a tough tone, and it looked like he was really angry.

"Just because of this?"

"By the way, let out the frustration of the recent period." Don turned his head to look at Don, "It's true." It's okay to scold people, it's good for physical and mental health. ”

Tang smiled: "What else?" ”

Don didn't rush to answer the question. He took out the cigarette box from his coat pocket and wanted to light one for himself, but was a little annoyed to find that the cigarette box had been soaked in rain, and the cigarettes inside were definitely not. Crumpled up the cigarette case and threw it into a roadside bin. He patted the other pockets and found that there was no smoke at all, so he gave up.

"Actually, it's nothing. He's got a dream, and he's run to that point. But the reality is also in front of him. I just told him that there were two paths in front of him, and let him choose. As for what he chooses, it has nothing to do with me. But if he does want to go, I'll pay out of my own pocket to buy him a plane ticket and tissues. I do what I say and never pay my bills. ”

"But there's only one way." Don disagrees with Don, "Dreams have reached a dead end. ”

Donn grinned, "No, it's actually two paths for me. A realistic path. He pointed to Wilford Lane, and he could see it at a straight glance. A dream ......," he pointed to the wall of the training base, "...... Dead end. ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"For some, maybe not. But for others, there is a difference. You're right, dreams have reached a dead end, and some people will choose to stop there, and then turn around and go back to the road of reality. What about others? I chose to push this wall! He made a push motion with both hands towards the wall. Although it is more tiring and more difficult than turning around and going back to the road of reality, there is also the danger of being hit by falling bricks. But how can dreams be so easy to achieve? It's easy to succumb to fate or reality, but to tear down a wall...... Sometimes it's a matter of desperate effort. ”

Donn stood on the side of the road, looking at the wall and muttered.

Don was next to him, holding an umbrella for him to cover the rain.

(To be continued)