[Dream Green Field] Malicious

Angry about his privacy, he would tell him the truth without hesitation.

Because unwilling.

Because of worship.

because of love.

Before meeting Zhu Xu, "father" was just a simple symbol to Zhu Xi.

Then he met the man he should call "father" in the most sudden situation—before that, he even thought that his father was no longer in this world.

But he couldn't resent Zhu Xu.

Even if the adults want to hide it from their children, Zhu Xi, who is precocious and good at using various modern tools, can piece together the truth from the exaggerated reports of the media.

After all, even though his father has retired for nearly ten years, his popularity remains undiminished.

So Zhu Xi understood why he had a Chinese name, and why his uncle and grandmother didn't want him to play football.

——Because his mother was infatuated with a certain football star and planned to have sex with the other party and even conceived without marriage, but the other party knew nothing about it.

That was not Zhu Xu's fault.

Zhu Xi didn't think about hating anyone in the past - his grandmother had always told him to love his relatives and friends.

So a few years later, when his uncle confided the truth to Zhu Xi very seriously while lamenting that he was indeed a father and son even though he had never met before, he was so close, he was taken aback by Zhu Xi's calmness.

"You already knew?"

"I knew that my mother must have been very obsessed with my father at the beginning, but I didn't know that her pregnancy was an accident, and she chose to give birth to me."

"Network, uncle."

He looked at his unbelievable uncle, and gave his explanation lightly.

"Kids nowadays..."

Zhu Xi thought that his uncle might be wondering why they worked together to cut off the messy media and reports but it still proved to be a failure in the end.

But what's the point?

If it wasn't for the advanced information society, how could he know how outstanding his father was in the past?

The genius who completely eclipsed the "golden boy" and "demon boy" of his age, amazed the men of the entire era.

Let yourself look at the images from more than ten years ago, and you can't help but feel excited and long for your opponents in the same field.

A player who makes people look forward to, feels extremely far away and wants to catch up and even surpass.

Such a person is one's own father.

Support yourself, encourage yourself, and help your dad.

So Zhu Xi cherishes every minute and every second, and trains himself with the maximum amount of exercise his body can accept.

In his eyes, he was far inferior to his father when he was young.

He wanted to catch up with that figure, he wanted to get past that person.

He wanted it, and his father was proud of himself.

two

"Pig?"

The people around him suddenly fell silent while they were talking, and even stopped in their footsteps, which made Ozil a little worried.

"what happened?"

Seeing Zhu Xu who didn't respond, Ozil asked.

"daughter in law?"

Zhu Xu was ignorant as if in a dream. Although his dazed appearance was eye-catching, it made Ozil even more worried.

"No... nothing."

Zhu Xu showed a big smile: "It's really nothing, I just thought I saw an acquaintance."

"acquaintance?"

He repeated Zhu Xu's words like a parrot, but Ozil didn't ask any more questions.

Doesn't seem like a big deal, he thought.

He and Zhu Xu continued laughing and laughing as they walked towards the shopping mall not far away. Zhu Xuruo turned his head with a sense of feeling. Among the people in twos and threes on the street, the face he saw before was indeed nowhere to be found.

Even if the dream shopkeeper really appears in Spain, it won't change from the previous black long straight hair to the current blonde short hair.

Even the color of the eyes is different.

Sure enough, it's just a bit similar, or maybe it's my own illusion.

Zhu Xu smirked to himself, could this be an illusion caused by seeing his face too much?

Seeing Zhu Xu and Ozil drift away, Zhu Xi, who pretended to be curious about the clothes on the models in the window, turned around.

It's so dangerous... He patted his chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait, what's the matter with those people around you who keep glancing over even though they're hiding?

Zhu Xi subconsciously turned around and took a look.

Damn, this is a store that specializes in women's underwear!

Zhu Xi coughed, and nonchalantly walked in the opposite direction to Zhu Xu, turning around into a dark alley.

If someone passed by the alley at this moment and even glanced at it inadvertently, they would probably be frightened and scream.

——The back of the short blond hair changed from real to virtual in place, and gradually faded, and the landscape behind it became visible through the silhouette of the human figure.

In the future more than 20 years later, in the dusty basement, Zhu Xi opened his eyes.

This villa in Spain is Zhu Xu's property.And everyone who follows Zhu Xu knows that Zhu Xu has lived here since he was a player.

From renting to becoming the owner of the house, even though Zhu Xu did not live in it for a long time, it is undeniable that this villa did record a part of Zhu Xu's past.

Some of the owner's old things have been piled up in the basement, and there are also many things that are temporarily unused.

Zhu Xi tightly held the book in his hand.

He slept until midnight and suddenly heard an indistinct voice calling himself, his consciousness was still not clear, but his body was already walking forward following the guidance of that voice.

As soon as he left, he walked into the basement that he rarely went to.

In the box in the corner, he rummaged through and picked out the "System Log" that was pressed at the bottom.

Zhu Xi vaguely remembered that he hadn't turned on the light when he walked in, and there was no other light in the basement in the middle of the night, but he clearly knew that this book had a black cover and the words "system log" in golden block letters on the front.

Obviously.......It is a small boxy book that can only be felt by touch.

He remembered the previous experience again.

He just opened it unconsciously, and was engulfed by the sudden white light.

When other colors appeared in front of his eyes, he was already standing on the street with people coming and going, and even changed his clothes—the comfortable and soft nightgown became a serious and dignified suit.

Before he had time to tell what the situation was and where he was, Zhu Xi saw a person he was very familiar with.

His father.

In other words, it was a father who was much younger than he had seen during the day.

Zhu Xu is full of energy, with a relaxed expression and youthful uninhibited spirit in his eyebrows and eyes.

It is exactly the same as in the time when the photo was frozen... No, the father who is more wanton and lively.

The person walking with my father was Uncle Mesut, who was also much younger.

Zhu Xi stood in place and watched the two walking and laughing people getting closer and closer to him, his heart beat faster, his palms were sweating, and he panicked for no reason.

He seems to have touched a hidden time.

That should not be known by anyone else, but should only be kept in the memory box by the person concerned.

Their relationship is so good that even Zhu Xi, who knows that they are still friends after many years, is surprised.

But Zhu Xi didn't want to leave.

He looked greedily, one glance after another.

After all...... Opportunities are rare.

Until Zhu Xu drifted around so that his eyes fell on him, and then he witnessed the scene where the expression on the other's face froze.

Surprise and bewilderment emerged at the same time, mixed with some complexities that Zhu Xi couldn't understand.

At that time, Zhu Xi didn't even think about it, so he turned around and left. After hiding in the crowd, he stopped in front of a store facing the window, and used the reflection of the window to quietly look at Zhu Xu.

He didn't know whether all this was real or illusory, but he just instinctively felt that he couldn't let Zhu Xu see him.

And he did.

Zhu Xi left after seeing Zhu Xu leave.

Then, he returned to the basement in the dark.

"Why does it feel a bit like magic?"

Zhu Xi was thinking of a famous novel with a total of seven novels,

"Could it be that this is also the Horcrux of the Great Demon King, and I saw his memory?"

Zhu Xi's voice echoed in the dark basement, extremely abrupt.

Is there any big demon king who will have the private affairs of his father and uncle in his memory?

And which demon king would only show the intruder the past he wanted to see, but he would not show up at all?

I really think too much.

Zhu Xi shook his head, clutching the diary and walking towards his room.

Take a shower and sleep.

Zhu Xi threw it on the bedside.

But I can keep it, maybe I can see more......

That was Zhu Xi's last thought before going to bed, who adored, depended on and loved his father deeply.

three

"Don't pay too much attention to the sounds from the outside world."

The day Zhu Xi entered the first team of Real Madrid, Zhu Xu said this to his precious son.

"Don't worry, Dad."

After high-fiving Zhu Xi and his father, he got out of the car and walked towards the locker room with the first-team coach Guti who was already waiting outside the car.

This year, Zhu Xi, the high-profile star of tomorrow, was promoted from Real Madrid's second tier to the first team.

As Zhu Xu's son, since Zhu Xi joined Castile, he has been noticed by all parties.

People believe that "a tiger father has no dogs", and expect this young man to be as dazzling as his father.

Zhu Xi didn't disappoint anyone at first.

He has an innate talent in football, which amazes everyone who has watched him train and play.

Just like his father.

"This is the inheritance of blood."

The youth training coach sighed with his friends in private: "The birth of Zhu Xu turned out to amaze the world. Zhu Xi, who began to receive football training at the age of ten, is no worse than his father."

So they are full of expectations and blessings, and send the best works cultivated by Real Madrid's youth training in the past 20 years to the Real Madrid first team.

This is at the heart of Real Madrid's future, captain for at least a decade.

But Zhu Xi's performance was not so outstanding.

This is not to say that Zhu Xi can't stand high-level competition or that his talent can only make him stand out among teenagers. Once he stands among a group of geniuses, he loses all of them. With two assists and one goal, Zhu Xi, who also has a good relationship with the seniors in the team, handed in the answer sheet that can be described as "good".

——If compared with players of the same age.

If you compare such results with his father Zhu Xu, who reversed the situation in the Real Madrid-Barça Derby as soon as he played, became a "locker room relationship lubricant" in just a few months, and his performance was almost impeccable as long as he played. A good answer sheet becomes mediocre in an instant.

You must know that Zhu Xu came to Real Madrid alone back then, and had never played even a low-level league before that.

In contrast, Zhu Xi, who has been receiving professional training and playing steadily, and who is already very familiar with everyone in the Real Madrid first team because of his father's relationship, is simply weak.

There have been signs of reports that "Zhu Xu has no successors" in the media.

"We still support Zhu Xi. After all, he is Zhu Xu's son and a child of Real Madrid; we believe he can do better."

"Sure enough, Zhu Xu is irreplaceable, even his son is not as good as him."

Among the fans of Real Madrid, among the fans of Zhu Xu and Zhu Xi, such voices appeared at the same time.

Zhu Xu thought about the future when Zhu Xi decided to take the path of a professional player.

Zhu Xi is his child, and he has a face that looks exactly like his own.

Zhu Xi is a genius in football. He loves Real Madrid and was born in Real Madrid's youth training.

This is enough to make many media never get tired of comparing themselves with Zhu Xi again and again.

Zhu Xu can fully see the future - before Zhu Xi has achieved enough weight or even enough to surpass himself, no matter what Zhu Xi does, no matter whether he has some exquisite goals/assists or walks on the court and is beaten by the opponent Shhh, the media reporting on this will definitely mention themselves.

I did well because Zhu Xi is my child, Zhu Xi should do better, better than myself.

Doing poorly is "one generation is not as good as one generation", and sure enough "even Zhu Xu's children can't have too much expectations."

unfair treatment.

On the day Zhu Xi told Zhu Xu that he wanted to become a professional player in the future, Zhu Xu and Zhu Xi analyzed all this.

Zhu Xi thought about it and told his father that he didn't care.

"That's just because you're too strong, Dad."

So strong that your shadow is so long and so wide.

"I just want to be stronger than you."

If I can't get out of your influence in my whole life, it's because I'm not capable enough.

At that time, Zhu Xu marveled at his child's sobriety, and also looked forward to his child's future achievements.

Get rid of those not-so-good situations, and it is always wonderful for a father to "inherit the father's legacy".

What's more, for Zhu Xu, being able to watch the child he raised—even though the child didn't come back to him until several years after his birth—serving in Real Madrid and chasing honors on the green field is not just "inheritance" That's all.

It was a continuation of his dream.

He sent 16-year-old Zhu Xi into the first team with a smile on his face.

It's just that when the fact that the child's efforts were questioned and ignored really appeared, the emotion of "anger" appeared out of Zhu Xu's control.

He himself knows how good his children are.

Compared with himself who cheated before, his child is really outstanding.

"You are stronger than me."

His child is stubborn and forbearing. Even if he is wronged, as long as he feels that there is no harm, he will not take the initiative to mention it to him.

Zhu Xu picked up the children after training and went home, feeling a mountain of pride in his heart.

"do not think too much."

He met the child's surprised eyes.

"Dad, you don't have to comfort me."

Zhu Xi's tone was a little depressed: "Your performance back then surpassed me by a few blocks, I didn't see enough of it."

What Zhu Xi said was true and sincere.

Ever since he found the "System Log", from time to time he could always go back to the past to watch his father back then.

I have watched games up close, watched training and so on.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that he was still too weak.

me?

Zhu Xu recalled it for a while.

I had cheats back then, son, you didn’t!

Apart from my determination to do it all over again, what else can I do?

A high quality and growing physical condition and BUG-like technology are the capital to join Real Madrid, but that was arranged for me by the dream system.

The rapid growth of psychology and physiology is exercised under the tasks issued by the dream system.

I still have the "affinity" given by the system, as well as various potions and skills that you can't imagine in your dreams.

I have many friends, and I do treat them sincerely, and receive gifts from them and help them.But if there is no dream system, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to become friends with so many people.

"You're my idol, Dad."

"However, I will surpass you one day!"

Zhu Xu found that his son was really not affected by sex at all.

He was both proud and sad.

Such a vigorous, cheerful, flexible, rational, tolerant and generous young man is Zhu Xu's son, a child he educated.

But such a good kid, a player with strong skills and a good mentality who just needs a little time to grow, is not taken seriously because of his own reasons.

Zhu Xu suddenly remembered a report that Ozil read to himself in the early morning many years ago.

"... In front of him, all the 'geniuses', 'demon boys' and 'golden boys' are eclipsed."

"He is unstoppable, but he has not yet reached his peak. If his peak can last longer, we have reason to believe that he is the best player of this era."

"... For young players, the best thing is to be at the same age as Zhu, but the saddest thing is this-under the legend, the sun and the moon have no light."

"... Even if the king retires, the peak he built will not disappear easily - until then, the shadow brought by 'Zhu Xu' will hang over every 'talented' players."

Ozil read out this somewhat exaggerated report in a flat tone, which made Zhu Xu roll on the floor.But Ozil said with deep empathy that most of what was written above was true.

Zhu Xu actually didn't care much about these things.

At that time, Zhu Xu was in his best years.

The people around him are all people with outstanding strength, they can talk to him on an equal footing in one or more aspects, and there are many people who are willing to be friends with him, most of them have good intentions.

He knows he's a bit of a "big guy" to players his age -- especially opponents -- and he's always been the easy spot to be.

But what does that matter?

It is impossible for Zhu Xu to give up his efforts because of this, let alone his dream.

Some gain and some lose, as is always the case when there is competition.

But now, many years later, Zhu Xu understood what Ozil meant.

In fact, more than ten years later, the discussion about "Zhu Xu" will no longer have any negative impact on the new generation of players. After all, even if there are so many fans who love him for a long time, he still remembers him, and many stars have never forgotten. He, but the appearance of newcomers year after year and game after game will eventually dilute his influence.

The last group of stars who had the experience of competing with Zhu Xu on the same stage, and experienced Zhu Xu's terrifying strength directly, are already on the verge of retirement.

For the players who have only entered the profession in these years, except for those who regard "Zhu Xu" as an idol or have made friends with Zhu Xu through various channels, "Zhu Xu" is mostly just a symbol.

Only Zhu Xi was different.

He is similar to Zhu Xu's contemporary players and must face the nightmare named Zhu Xu.

Because of his relationship with Zhu Xu, he has even more to bear.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Zhu Xu didn't know what to say.

"Dad, don't forget that you promised to take me to Podin's for dinner this week!"

Zhu Xi's cheerful tone interrupted Zhu Xu's thoughts.

Zhu Xu: "Yes, I remember."

What to say?

Does he really deserve to be my son?

Zhu Xu flicked the steering wheel with a constant smile on his face.

four

"Is this what you promised me?"

Zhu Xi was holding the originally weird "System Log", his usually calm and strong hands trembled a little in disobedience to the master's orders.

"Yes."

During this period of time, the emotionless mechanical sound was heard countless times, and it was as cold as before.

"I regret......."

Zhu Xi murmured.

He really regretted it.

That thin booklet doesn't have a single word, but it can take me back to the so-called "past".

For Zhu Xi, who adores his father a little crazy, the role of this wordless book is really in line with his own wishes - he can rely on this to watch the most real father!

It is not from the images that are not clear in quality now, nor from the memories of uncles and uncles, nor from the "nostalgia" of those media who have long been unaware of their integrity, but the real The real "Zhu Xu"!

He can even communicate with each other.

Zhu Xi still still remembers his return to Brazil in 2014.

Brazil World Cup.

That year, Arsenal won the league title and the UEFA Champions League. His Royal Highness the Prince of the Emirates led the Chinese team to qualify for the group stage in Brazil alone, but shed tears in the round of [-] because of his teammates' inability.

Zhu Xu, who has been questioned and maliciously slandered since waking up, did not cry when Arsenal was called a "parallel importer" by the fans and media. He did not shed tears when announcing his return with the dance of life. His eyes were just red; in the World Cup, His Royal Highness, who had regained his best form and was even more dazzling than before, knelt in the middle of the stadium and burst into tears after the journey was declared over.

Zhu Xi stood in the last corner of the stands, and Ozil pulled Zhu Xu to comfort him on the big screen, but his eyes were calm.

He wanted to comfort his father.

But he neither has that position, nor does he have a strong enough mentality.

He knew what Uncle Mesut would say.

It's nothing more than "don't be sad, there is still a chance that the Chinese team will be better in the future. With your strength, you will lead the Chinese team to go further next time" or something like that.

Uncle Mesut doesn't know the future.

Zhu Xi knew.

He couldn't lie to his father.

There is no next time.

There will be none.

No more chance.

There were tiny droplets of water dripping and hitting Zhu Xi's face, which was extremely painful.

It seems that the heavens are sorry for the journey that the prince was forced to end.

Zhu Xi closed her eyes.

When it opened again, he was still in Brazil, but not at the moment just now.

Zhu Xu, who had packed up his mood, stayed in Brazil to watch the game. On days without games, he would wander around the streets, and Zhu Xi happened to bump into him.

At that time, Zhu Xi had just caught a football that was flying towards him. Joining a group of little guys, he kicked and kicked his heart that had been broken before. It was a surprise.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere, buddy."

"What's your name?"

After playing street football with them for a while, Zhu Xu asked Zhu Xi's name in the same way that playboys used to strike up a conversation.

No matter how old-fashioned and vulgar way, coupled with Zhu Xu's undeniable smile and eyes so bright that the stars paled in color, it became more efficient.

"Hope."

Before his consciousness returned, Zhu Xi had already given his answer in a dry voice.

"Nice name."

Zhu Xu, who didn't seem to think it was a fake name at all, sighed in a particularly sincere tone: "I used to have a friend who was very similar to you, and he also had a good name."

"His name is 'Dream.'"

Zhu Xu, who has been communicating with Zhu Xi in English, uttered the word "dream" in pure Chinese. It was rare that he didn't mean to explain to Zhu Xi. If you have an appointment, you probably have to leave first.

Zhu Xi didn't know who Zhu Xu was missing.

The young man who has always been extremely sensitive to other people's emotions certainly sensed that Zhu Xu was not talking to himself, or he was not talking to himself at all.

He seemed to be missing someone through himself, recalling a decision that was particularly important to him, a secret buried in the dark forever.

That is very important to Zhu Xu, so important that it can even be compared with his life.

For some reason, Zhu Xi felt this way.

But now, when he got acquainted with the heavenly book that seemed to have its own consciousness, gradually able to communicate with the other party and even set keywords to choose to go back to the past time period, Zhu Xi was ecstatic.

"I wanted to go and see the most important experience for my father."

The "System Log" floating in the air was glowing with a faint white light. Zhu Xi thought about it and added some additional conditions.

"The event that changed his life and he was most grateful for."

Zhu Xi didn't want to go through the incident that made everyone who had a crush on Zhu Xu sigh, so he increased the restrictions; but in the end, it was still self-defeating.

The ignorant little loli, the truck rushing through the red light, the panicked crowd...

The Bernabéu king who pushed away the little girl was knocked to the ground, and his personnel are unknown.

Zhu Xi was helpless.

Unable to change any past limitations made him physically imprisoned and unable to move, no matter how much he wanted to throw the girl away before his father at that moment, and bear everything that followed on his father's behalf.

When he can control his body, all he can do is take out his mobile phone and dial the emergency number that he didn't know if he could dial more than ten years ago.

"Do not........."

"why......"

Powerless, sad, guilty, hated... Zhu Xi cried loudly while clutching her mobile phone, not even noticing that she was back on the bedroom floor.

"How could this be the happiest thing for him!"

"That ruined everything for him!"

Zhu Xi, who didn't care about his appearance at all, attacked the "System Log" for the first time. It was torn into pieces and scattered on the floor, and Zhu Xi even stepped forward several times without grace: "Everyone knows, who all know!!!"

He was hysterical.

Yes, everyone knows.

After the start of the new season in 14, Zhu Xu returned to Real Madrid.

On that day, the airport was overcrowded, and the fans followed from the airport to the club tirelessly.

In the next few years, Zhu Xu was in a hot state.

Zhu Xu, who was far avoided by injuries, has maintained almost full attendance every season.

Playing time record, La Liga scoring record, Champions League scoring record, fastest scoring record... He has become a real "record smasher".

He is tireless and makes fans love him to the bottom of his heart.

What makes the opponent helpless and even fearful is that Zhu Xu's progress seems to have no end.

When you think that's his limit, he can always do better.

He is almost every goalkeeper's nightmare - except Casillas of Real Madrid.

Following Cristiano, he became the new king of the Bernabeu.

He is also the new captain of Real Madrid.

——The captain of Real Madrid with the highest support rate, the least opinion, and almost no one dares to hack.

He is a man with unrivaled strength who was born to become a new benchmark for football stars—the name Zhu Xu has surpassed "phenomenal level" and has become another adjective.

People at that time divided the superstars in the football world and would say: "Zhu Xu, XXX other than Zhu Xu...".

A few years of circumstances are enough for the Chinese team to change.

New coach, young players, vibrant team.

In 2018, Chinese fans had full confidence in the reborn national team.

"The strongest person is already in the formation!"

"We have the best players!"

"The best Zhu Xu, the best Chinese team!"

They said so, waving the bright national flag in their hands, wearing the national team's No. [-] jersey, and booked the hotel in Russia early from early June to July [-].

The fiery summer in the northern hemisphere has melted the ice and snow in Russia. At the moment when the football feast is about to start, Zhu Xu lost his invitation card.

Abrasions, internal bleeding, multiple fractures throughout the body, incomplete spinal cord injury, and the possibility of paraplegia.

Those feet blessed by God may no longer be able to support the owner to walk, run, and jump.

"Zhu Xu's car accident" became the most popular vocabulary, which once completely overshadowed the limelight of the World Cup.

After the opening match of the World Cup, the players of the two teams took off their jerseys and lined up. The white T-shirts worn by the 22 players had the same Chinese characters on the back - "Zhu Xu, get well soon!".

That is the most special scenery of this World Cup.

After every game—no matter how fierce or hostile they are on the field, when the whistle blows, no matter whether they win or lose, the two teams will consciously come together and send blessings to Zhu Xu.

Later, even the substitute players would stand on the field after the end and act together with their teammates.

Almost all the media expressed their concern for the Bernabéu king, and the very few who expressed the opposite intention were approached by enthusiastic fans on the day the report was published, and some bad things happened.

His fans maxed out his Twitter, Facebook, and Weibo, and voluntary blessing activities were organized one after another.

If heaven can receive letters from the world, I am afraid that the mailbox concerning "Zhu Xu" has been full during this period, and the processing speed will never be as fast as the delivery speed.

A long time later, someone recalled the scene at that time and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness perfectly demonstrated how many people he has conquered and how charming he is - there has never been a player who can touch the hearts of everyone like him. In terms of influence alone Even the head of a certain big country or a world superstar in Hollywood can't match him."

"Fortunately, he survived."

Even many years later, when the interviewee recalls this past event, he will be moved to tears.

Yes, Zhu Xu was not overwhelmed by the unexpected disaster.

He recovered very well, and through rehabilitation he can act like a normal person.

But another thing that was destroyed has no possibility of recovery.

—He can no longer play football.

Zhu Xu, the "illegitimate son of God", "the greatest player of the century" and "invincible on the field", was forced to bid farewell to his flourishing career.

I don't know how many fans cried and begged for it, and how many people cared about Zhu Xu, their hearts were pierced like a knife.

On the day Zhu Xu bid farewell to his national team, the reporter who was his fan lost his temper in public, and the interview was terminated several times.

When Real Madrid held a farewell party for their king, Madrid was empty.

#谢谢，朱旭# Not only has been on the headlines of major media for several weeks in a row, but it has also become a topic on the lips of fans and fans for a while.

But no matter how grand the farewell, no matter how much nostalgia, no matter how crazy infatuation, no matter how heavy the regret, the fact that has already been done cannot be undone.

——It seems that Zhu Xu, who was born for football, will leave this green field and his kingdom from now on.

That can totally destroy a person.

Even though Zhu Xu still had a good life later on, he was no worse than when he was a star player. Those who followed him still agreed that the car accident ruined everything about him.

Zhu Xu built a new kingdom on the ruins, which makes people even more admirable and emotional.

"How dare you!"

Zhu Xi couldn't control his emotions at all.

Even if it was me, I didn't want to ask my father too much.

As a son of man, how could it be possible for his father to uncover his deepest scars and recall the most painful things?

And it did this to him! ! !

The fragments approached little by little under Zhu Xi's devouring gaze and pieced together. After 2 minutes, the "System Log" was suspended in mid-air as if it had not suffered any damage.

"No, that's what he thought."

Inorganic voice spoke faster than before: "He is more sober than anyone else."

"That's why I admire him."

"Do you, an emotionless person who can get the most basic facts wrong, know what 'admiration' is?"

Zhu Xi sneered: "You don't even know how to write these two characters?"

"It's you who don't understand."

"I'll show you more. But...not now."

The lowered voice made Zhu Xi feel annoyed: "Get out, I don't want to see you now!"

It literally disappears.

Zhu Xi struggled to get up from the floor and buried herself in the fluffy and soft quilt.

That was really scary.

He dared not close his eyes.

if it was me……………….

He didn't know what would happen to him.

How on earth did you get here?

His father's face, which seemed to never know what difficulties were, appeared in front of his eyes, making Zhu Xi's throat choked up and his eyes sore.

五

Zhu Xu never regretted his choice.

It is his happiest thing to save a life in front of the wheel more than ten years ago.

He never thought it was a tragic memory, and he didn't avoid being asked about it.

It’s just that the people around him are too considerate and take him too seriously. They all seem to think that it is Zhu Xu’s injury—even if a life is saved, it is the dividing point for him to quit the court after all—so no one ever Will take the initiative to mention.

And those malicious spies and inquiries looking forward to seeing him collapse were also blocked by those who cared about Zhu Xu.

So when Zhu Xi nervously and cautiously mentioned this matter in circles in front of him, Zhu Xu smiled frankly and expressed his thoughts clearly.

"Dad, have you never regretted it?"

"You obviously saved people but had to quit football in the end. Haven't you hated the injustice of the world?"

Zhu Xi, who has always been a little mature, even shed tears at this moment.

Zhu Xu looked at the child who was even more excited than him, with gentle eyes.

There is a warm current flowing from the heart to the limbs and bones in the chest, and the whole body is indescribably comfortable.

As a result, even the voice became more low and gentle.

"What do I hate?"

"The world has treated me very well."

Zhu Xu blinked at his stunned son: "Look at the man in front of you, he is handsome, rich, and an Internet entrepreneur. Except for being a little older, everything else is perfect!"

He also stood up specially, and turned around under the warm light, fully showing himself.

"dad………"

Zhu Xi couldn't help but feel helpless for his father's full-point skills that broke the atmosphere in a second.

He almost put the word "don't make trouble" on his face.

"What I'm saying is true."

The mature and majestic man in front of Zhu Xi—at least most of the time—is a chic and rational man with a light smile on his lips.

Even though his cheeks were no longer as smooth as a boy's as the years passed, and the corners of his brows and eyes had scratches of time, when he smiled, he was still as warm as if he could calm all the sorrows and anguish in the world.

Zhu Xi calmed down miraculously.

"I can still stand up and live a healthy life."

Zhu Xu said unhurriedly: "I can find another career and work hard in other fields to reach the peak, instead of just sinking into nothingness—"

"—This is already the greatest luck."

Zhu Xu finally hugged his child: "And I found you, son."

"You know, when I was your age, I couldn't compare to you at all."

Zhu Xu thought of himself before he got the dream system. He was still a miserable teenager in his teens, with no direction and extremely confused; he was indeed incomparable with his own children.

Zhu Xi was shocked.

He wanted to say no, Dad, you are so much better than me; you just couldn't find a suitable stage for you back then.

He wanted to say Dad, we all knew you, you conquered the Bernabeu, and then almost conquered the fans of the world, how can I compare to you?

But these words all disappeared in his father's eyes.

Even though he didn't say it clearly, his father was really proud of him.

——Proud of his son who is actually far behind.

"dad…….."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

You are the best dad in the world.

Zhu Xi thought.

Zhu Xu, who watched his shy son flee upstairs, sat on the sofa and smirked.

My son is the best boy ever.

Zhu Xu sat downstairs for a long time by himself.

He couldn't help but think back to his experience many years ago.

That was the most important event for him and changed his life once again.

That car accident.

He survived and stood up again, which has nothing to do with the so-called "luck".

No, it's related too - he's lucky enough to have the dream system.

Since the upgrade in a year or two, the system that has gradually reduced his sense of presence saved him, making the fatal head injury disappear before he was sent to the hospital.

And his later "complete recovery" was not without reason.

The system that gave him a second life will completely leave after he recovers, and the physique he gained by relying on the system will also fall.

This is the truth of "Genius Zhu Xu" being knocked down - the superhuman physique, ball sense, and talent that were originally given by the dream system will disappear; only the "affinity" that has something to do with the soul Stuff survives.

So he can no longer play football.

Because from the day he regained his health, he was no longer the Zhu Xu who had everything the players envied in Real Madrid.

He doesn't have the capital to participate in professional competition.

But that's not a bad thing for Zhu Xu.

given by the dream system