Hu Lai was woken up by the movement in the kitchen outside, or it couldn't be said that he was woken up, but he had woken up himself.

 He turned over and touched the cell phone on the bedside table, picked it up and looked at the time.

 Eight forty.

 The alarm clock didn’t go off?

Hu Lai, with his eyes wide open, got up from the bed, jumped down and opened the bedroom door with his bare feet, and saw Uncle Yong making breakfast in the open kitchen.

“Uncle Yong, my alarm clock didn’t go off…”

“I turned it off for you.” Yong Jun said without raising his head.

 “Ah?” Hu Lai, who was leaning on the door frame, had not yet come back to his senses.

“We don’t have to train this morning. I’ll give you half a day off so you don’t have to get up so early. Look, I haven’t even made breakfast yet.”

There was a sizzling sound from the kitchen countertop, and the aroma of fried eggs wafted into Hu Lai's nose, and he inhaled hard.

 Then he turned around and went back to the bedroom to get dressed and wash up.

When Hu Lai was fully dressed and sitting at the dining table, Yong Jun also placed their breakfasts in front of each other, took off his apron, hung it on the back of the chair, and sat down to have breakfast with Hu Lai.

 “How did you sleep?” he asked.

 “Very good, no dreaming.”

"I thought you would worry that it was just a dream after you opened your eyes..." Uncle Yong joked.

"That's not possible." Hu Lai shook his head. From the moment he traveled to this world, he had already determined that this was not a dream.

　Everything here is so real, the people are real, the emotions are real, and there is no spinning top that keeps spinning forever. How could it be a dream?

“Congratulations, Hu Lai. You scored a goal in your debut. Do you know what the domestic Internet says about you?” Yong Jun raised his juice cup.

 Hu Lai clinked glasses with Uncle Yong using the same juice and asked, "How did you say that?"

“Say that you have successfully continued the curse of ‘must score in your first show’.” Yong Jun couldn’t hold back and laughed at the end.

Hu Lai rolled his eyes: "What the hell is the 'curse'?"

But he thought about it and felt that the netizens’ conclusion was quite right. He was indeed bound to score in his debut.

Starting from the football team of Dongchuan Middle School, as long as it is his first appearance in the competition, whether it is the Anton Cup or the national competition, whether it is the Chinese League One or the Chinese Super League, even the Football Association Cup, the East Asian Semi-finals, the U23 Asian Cup and the Olympic Games,

He always scored on his first appearance.

 Only the top twelve games are an exception.

 Seeing that Uncle Yong mentioned the domestic network, he also took out his mobile phone and while eating breakfast, he browsed Weibo and the "Goal" online forum to see what everyone said about his performance in the first show.

Seeing his move, Yong Jun couldn't help but remind him: "Don't cut the wrong account."

“Don’t worry, Uncle Yong. I haven’t logged in to the large number on this phone.”

The two of them were talking about the operation of Hu Lai’s social network account.

 As the biggest hope for Chinese football today, it is impossible for Hu Lai not to even have a Weibo account.

But with his current status, the real-name authenticated account cannot be used as a personal account, and he can say whatever he wants.

 So after Song Jiajia registered a company and incorporated Hu Lai, he registered and opened his own Weibo account and overseas social media account, and handed them over directly to Song Jiajia's Champion Legend Agency for operation.

If there is any content to be released, the operation team of the brokerage company will discuss it with the agent Yong Jun. At most, they will ask his opinion after confirming the content, but most of the time he has no opinion, whether it is Uncle Yong or Song Jiajia.

They understand him very well and will not give him content that is completely inconsistent with his character...

Oh no, I won’t give him content that completely fits his character.

  After all, if it completely matched his personality, the image of this account would completely collapse.

Therefore, the Weibo real-name account with the authentication information of "Chinese National Team Player, Forward" named "Hu Lai 14" only has various official information. Occasionally, Yong Jun is asked to take photos of Hu Lai during training and rest, pretending that he posted them himself.

of.

 It seems that the years are peaceful, a promotional account with a perfect image but no connotation.

His fans can learn about some of his recent activities on this account, such as photos of training with the team, and see advertisements for his sponsors...

 Just can’t see a real Hu Lai.

 There is no way for them to see the real Hu Lai. Once they see it, it’s over...

Although there are some rumors on the Internet about Hu Lai being a bitch, they are just rumors after all. The majority of fans still have some simple emotions towards their idol.

 The certified account was handed over to the brokerage company. Hu Lai usually registered a trumpet account for his own use. The registration information of this trumpet account had nothing to do with him. Only Yong Jun, Song Jiajia and Li Qingqing knew the existence of this trumpet account.

Yong Jun sometimes still worries that Hu Lai said something he shouldn't have said, liked Weibo that he shouldn't have liked, and accidentally shared something he shouldn't have shared, so he often reminds Hu Lai not to do it.

Wrong account number.

 Getting the wrong account number can cost lives...

 Fortunately, Hu Lai doesn’t visit Weibo very often. After all, he doesn’t have that much time to check Weibo every day.

 The most common ways to surf the Internet are to go to the "Goal" website and chat with friends on WeChat.

Other than that, there are no other online entertainment activities - there is almost no time to even play games.

Every day is full of training arrangements. After coming back, I have to go to bed early and get up early. There are only a handful of truly free hours in a day.

 Hu Lai browsed Weibo for a while, then switched to the "Goal" community to continue to appreciate everyone's praise for him.

 Nowadays, he no longer needs to use his trumpet to post on the forum to ask for praise as he did before.

 Open the Premier League special edition of Goal.com, and the home page is full of posts about him.

  Discussing the pros and cons between Hulay and well-known forwards in the Premier League, fantasizing about what he can achieve in the Premier League, talking about yesterday's game matter-of-factly, guessing whether Hulay will play in the next game...

 Most of the posts are quite popular.

Hu Lai clicked in one by one and laughed out loud when he saw the words that praised him.

Yong Jun saw him like this from the side and didn't think Hu Lai was naive.

Yong Jun thinks it is really commendable that a famous football star can still be so happy because of the praises he received on the Internet...

 He looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face.

 He watched yesterday's game live. When Hulay scored, he jumped up and cheered in the box.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but Hu Lai made a good start.

 Keep this original intention and keep going, Hu Lai.

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“Very good, Chen Xingyi! Before catching the ball, think about what you are going to do next, and then make a change in rhythm - when your opponent thinks you are going to break through in a straight line, you suddenly change direction..."

 Translator Yu Jintao loudly translated Jorge Dillon's reminder to Chen Xingyi, and shouted it in a tone similar to that of the head coach.

 After completing the translation work, he continued to follow Dillon.

Dillon turned to him and said: "Yu, do you think the stars are very positive today? The way he broke through just now is like driving a super sports car with the accelerator pedal as low as possible. If someone blocks him, I will

Bet he won't hit the brakes, but just run over..."

 “Yes, Jorge, I can see that he is in high spirits today.”

 “Why is this?” Dillon frowned.

“I think he may have been stimulated by yesterday’s Premier League game... Just yesterday, his good friend Hu Lai scored in his Premier League debut.”

  Yu Jintao kept suppressing his smile when he said these words and looked at Dillon.

 Sure enough, the old man’s expression became very exciting.

“Jorge, I remember it was three or four months ago, and you said he wouldn’t want to play in the Premier League until he was twenty-five years old...” Yu Jintao added salt to his wounds.

Dilong raised his hands, shook his head and smiled: "Okay, I admit defeat, I surrender. I didn't expect Hu to be such a genius... I have seen many geniuses, but Hu is still the most incomprehensible to me.

That one. No matter from which aspect, my experience tells me that it is impossible for him to perform like that in the Premier League... But the reality is right in front of me, and I can't help but not believe it."

Yu Jintao saw that the old man was so cute and said, "Jorge, you are now a big celebrity on the Chinese Internet. You are very popular."

Dilong blinked, and then asked: "Is it because the words I originally said about Hu have been translated again?"

 He is fairly self-aware.

Yu Jintao smiled and said: "That's right. They are all saying that the world's most famous coaches sometimes make mistakes."

Jorge glanced at him: "Isn't it normal to make mistakes? As the football director of the Kings of Madrid, Sanchez made mistakes. If he hadn't hesitated to raise the offer, how could that Premier League relegation team be possible?

Any chance of gaining your 'hope of the whole village'?"

 Xavi Sanchez has been working at the Madrid Kings for ten years, and has experienced a change of club president in the middle, but this has not allowed him to step down from the position of the club's football director, which shows his status and ability.

 During his ten-year reign, he brought many talented players and superstars to the Madrid Kings.

 Among the players he introduced, the most talked about is Mellie Banega.

At that time, he had just become the director of football for the Kings of Madrid and discovered a talented child in Argentina. That child was Melly Banega.

He was impressed by Melli's talent, and finally snatched the young Argentine boy who was less than twelve years old from the Catalan United who also had a crush on Melli, took him to Madrid, Spain, and placed him in the Madrid King's Youth League.
To be continued...