Today is July 3, 2007.

Long Shute, who had no sense of crisis, was pulled to the cinema by the little landlord George Jonathan.

This was the first time he entered a cinema in his life, especially the cinema in the British Empire.

"The premiere of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!" George little shook the movie tickets in his hand in a daze, "There are only a few hundred copies in London!"

Long Shute rolled his eyes helplessly: "I know you bought it after waiting in line for one day during the pre-sale one month in advance. You have been boasting in front of me for a whole month. I envy you very much and thank you very much for taking me to see this grand premiere, George! This will definitely become the most shocking premiere in my memory!"

Please forgive the protagonist for using these words to satisfy the vanity of the young English gentleman. Anyway, this is probably the only experience of Long Shute watching the premiere.

But God didn't seem to be very proud of his face. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the cinema where there were crowds of people, the sky became gloomy.

The name of Fog City is by no means a false reputation. The weather in London is much more unpredictable than that of a baby.

Fortunately, the two teenagers were prepared for this, and two transparent umbrellas immediately supported them, blocking the raindrops falling from the sky.

With the light rain, the crowd sent cheers one after another. The starring Harry Potter and the creators appeared on the red carpet, then took photos and signed with the fans who were most enthusiastic, and accepted brief interviews from various media in the interview area.

Harry Potter, who is not wearing glasses, pretty Hermione in a blue and purple long dress, and Ron with a smirk...

Seeing these once familiar characters, Long Shute was a little dazed.

No one can ignore the powerful influence of this series of works around the world. The magical world written by JK Rowling has influenced hundreds of millions of viewers over 20 years. The total box office of eight works is close to 8 billion US dollars, creating extremely brilliant results.

Unlike Long Shute who lamented her childhood, Mr. George was drooling at Hermione's actor: "Oh my god, why is she getting more and more beautiful?"

"Pay attention to quality." Long Shute couldn't help but remind him, "Don't shout!"

"What quality? My goddess is Emma..." George rolled his eyes, then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes almost popped up, but his goddess walked past them without any sense of consciousness.

Judging from Longshute's actual life experience for more than 20 years, 17-year-old Emma Watson is not yet at the level of being charming. Although her facial features are quite good, especially with the help of a stylist, she covered up the slightly wide forehead and freckles on both sides of her nose. Her whole breath looks fresh and charming, and her elegant and beautiful reveals a cute and attractive charm, but some things cannot be covered.

Ah, what we are talking about here must be the figure. The pretty little witch is completely unable to reach the level of being strong and proud in this regard, with turbulent waves and about to emerge...

"It's such a pity that my breasts are so small."

Long Shute smacked his lips and sighed.

Then Emma Watson suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him.

This is probably the first time that a male fan has made such a statement in her ears openly and shamelessly. The pretty little witch suddenly turned red with her ears and her smooth and delicate neck dyed a pink blush.

"Well……"

Long Shute felt very embarrassed, but he was very thick-skinned. He untied the Chelsea Club scarf from his neck and handed it over with a smile: "Emma, ​​please sign me, I am your fan! Really! You are really my dream lover!"

The little witch gently bit her moist and tender red lips, with an extremely attractive expression. She was probably wondering why this dark-haired and dark-eyed Asian man became sincere in the blink of an eye after despising her figure...

However, due to the professional quality of an actor, Emma still kept smiling and signed her name on the blue and white scarf.

"My name is Long Shute, Chinese, now a Chelsea player, hehe..."

Even though his mental age is far older than the other party, he is still a civilian silk silk after all. No matter how he hides it, he is still a little silly.

Emma has seen many fans who are silly like this. She smiled and felt better: "I am also a Chelsea fan. Maybe I will go to Stamford Bridge to watch the game next season. I hope you can perform well."

Then Long Shute was stunned.

He blew too hard...

I am a young player, and I have never seen Mourinho's face before, so I can't show it...

Then the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Long Shute, who suddenly woke up, quickly connected: "Hi, Mr. Coach, I am Long..."

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," Rogers hesitated a little on the phone, "but the club wants to talk to you about the contract. I hope you can come to my office early tomorrow morning..."

Long Shute just wanted to ask for details, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

He knew that most players sign apprenticeship contracts before the age of 17, and they can sign formal contracts for professional players at the age of 17. Is their good days coming?

He chuckled and nodded to Emma, ​​who had not yet walked away: "Welcome to Stamford Bridge, my performance will surely make you remember it."

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Then he was dizzy by the cruel reality.

In Rogers' office, he didn't react for a long time.

Rodgers looked at the young player whom he had dug from Everton with some pity and couldn't help but explain: "I'm sorry, but this is what the club manager means, and I can't disobey him..."

He suddenly saw a unwilling light in Long Shute's eyes.

"Can I meet Mr. Mourinho?" Long Shute asked quietly.

"Jose is very busy lately, and he is not able to see it so easily now..." Rogers shook his head, "and... he is a very stubborn guy."

Long Shute subconsciously lowered his eyes, but quickly raised them up again. He didn't want outsiders to see his surrender.

"I accept the termination..." He stood up, took his own termination fee from his desk, and then bowed deeply to Rogers, "Although I'm sorry,... I still thank you very much for bringing me here."

Rogers gently put his shoulders on his back: "What are your plans? Do you still have to keep playing football?"

Long Shute seemed a little confused at this moment.

If he doesn't play football...what else can he do?

In this world, he had never even attended high school, so it was obviously difficult to find a white-collar job like his previous life; if he wanted to do business, stock trading, and investment like the protagonists in urban novels... he asked himself that he did not have this ability...

He finally replied: "I want to continue playing football, sir."

"I have a suggestion, which may be a bit cruel, but I hope you listen." Rogers signaled him to sit back on the sofa, but he leaned on the countertop of the boss's desk.

Long Shu raised his gaze.

"First of all, I hope you understand," Rodgers organized the language a little. "Although you are very fast and super fast, overall, your sense of ball is very poor. You are not a football genius like Ronaldo or Kaka today. With your current strength, even if you stay at Chelsea, it will be difficult to get the chance to upgrade the first team."

Long Shu nodded without objecting.

In fact, in these two seasons, none of his teammates around him fell into the first team by Mourinho. Chelsea's first team is full of talents, and even a super luxurious lineup that is envied by all Europe. These young players will not enter Mourinho's eyes at all.

"And...even if you want to play in the Premier League, there is a big obstacle," Rodgers looked at him, "Labor Certificate."

Long Shute was a little stunned. He didn't know this thing very well, but he also knew that this labor certificate has something to do with the national team ranking and his appearances...

The ranking of the Chinese team is almost 100, so it will definitely not meet this standard, and I have never even entered the national team of any age.

"The only way is the special genius clause, but the club will definitely not spend only one place a year for you, because the senior management has already set a goal, so you don't even have the chance to register and play in the league..." Rogers said sincerely.

This time, Long Shute's nodding was particularly heavy, so heavy that he could not even feel it.

Rogers handed him another envelope.

Long Shute didn't even reach out to pick him up at the first time.

"This is a letter of recommendation I wrote to you," the Chelsea youth training coach explained. "I have visited and studied in various European countries for a long time and met many friends. This is one of them. Now he works in a club in the Netherlands. Like me, he is the head coach of the youth training team."

Rogers shrugged: "This is not a guarantee, but he sees the friendship between us and may give you a chance to try out. Will you... go?"

"Why not?!"

Long Shute's eyes shone in an instant. He grabbed the thin envelope and then thought about it:

"Please take me to the airport."
Chapter completed!