hotmtlnovel Chapter 69, Zhang Guo goes to school?
Chapter 69, Zhang Guo goes to school?
Chapter 69, Back to School in China? (2.1 words update, please subscribe!)
Mr. Goodman is very disappointed!
[So angry, could it be that Ronnick was behind the report in the live stream before? Only this could warrant a report, otherwise, it really is a nightclub?]
[Livestream report? I'm new here and don't understand, what does this mean?]
[It's about Hao Ren using his mother's ID to stream on Douyu, which resulted in his stream being reported by someone and shut down. If this really happened with Ronnick, that's too far-fetched.]
There's a reason why Leipzig's fanbase is growing; their entertainment value is something even Bayern Munich can't match.
With the December matches over, the Leipzig players quickly began their Christmas break, as did the coaching staff.
"Ralph!"
"Mr. Ralph!"
At the entrance of the Leipzig training base, a group of reporters stopped a black Volkswagen.
"What made you report Goodman, and will this cause a rift between you?"
"Why did you report Goodman? What did he do wrong?"
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Rangnick, with one hand on the steering wheel, said, "The official statement has already clarified that this is not a big deal. My relationship with Goodman is not broken, and what the media is saying is all fabrication."
"As you know, I've been putting pressure on him during training, and he's been badmouthing me to reporters, which is nothing new."
Click!
Rangnick's meaning is quite clear: the conflict between him and Hao Ren has been going on for a long time.
Even if new events occur, they will not have a significant impact on their relationship.
"So, do you think you're right? Or are you wrong? If you're wrong, will you apologize to Goodman?"
"No! Of course I did nothing wrong. Players should focus on training, and I did what I should do as a coach."
Drip!
He honked his horn to disperse the reporters, then drove away quickly in his car.
At the same time, in a McDonald's in Leipzig, Hao Ren held fries dipped in ketchup in his left hand and kept swiping his phone screen with his right.
The winter break came earlier than planned, and Hao Ren was looking for a suitable date to reschedule his flight.
1 day in advance, 2 days in advance —
Okay, let's go back two days earlier!
Just as Hao Ren was about to pay the rescheduling fee on his phone, he heard a voice in his ear.
"Hao Ren?"
"Um?"
Hao Ren looked up and found a young man staring at him: "Hello?"
"Damn it, Hao Ren!"
The young man seemed a bit excited and immediately took out his phone to ask for a photo with Hao Ren: "Hao Ren, I go to university here, it's UL (Leipzig University)."
Wow, you're studying at a university in Germany? Your grades are really good!
The other party was a Chinese fan, and Hao Ren felt very close to him. He not only fulfilled the fan's request for a photo, but also wrote his autograph on the latter's phone case.
"By the way, Hao Qiuwang, do you accept gifts?"
"I don't accept gifts; I'm very honest and upright."
Hao Ren waved his hand.
"Haha! It's not an expensive gift, just a little doll."
The international student fan reached into his backpack and pulled out a boy doll: "My sister gave this to me before I came here. It's supposed to bring me good luck."
"Hao Qiuwang, I'm giving this to you now!"
Taking the plush toy from the fan, Hao Ren was a little at a loss: "No, is this very valuable?"
Can I really accept it?
Hao Ren carefully examined the doll in his hand. It was just an ordinary plush toy, but it held great significance for the fan in front of him.
"I've been going to watch your games live since September, Hao Qiuwang. I'm your most loyal fan, so I want to share my luck with you. After you got a starting position in the 9. Bundesliga, I even renamed this doll 'Gudson,' which means 'Goodman's son,' haha!"
"Gu, Goodson?"
Hao Ren's lips twitched; he hadn't expected this thing in his hand to have such an outrageous name.
However, since the fans want me to accept it, then I will accept it.
"Thanks, bro!"
Hao Renhe punches the fans in front of him.
"Haha, it's nothing. Hao Qiuwang, I hope my doll can take you to the Bundesliga."
A fan gave Hao Ren a small hug: "I have a feeling you'll become the only Chinese player currently playing in the Bundesliga. Then I'll be able to watch Bundesliga matches live every weekend, wow, that'll be awesome!"
"OK!"
Hao Ren pointed at the fans: "Since you've said that, then I'll make sure you have a blast!"
On December 26, the second day of the Leipzig players' Christmas break, Kimmich and Poulsen visited Hao Ren's apartment.
"Honestly, Goode, although Ralph is indeed unreasonable, you don't need to take it to heart. Just let it go."
"Yes, of course I know. I'm not angry with Ralph anymore."
Hao Ren tossed his hands aside, adopting an indifferent attitude, casually tossed his backpack onto the living room sofa, and then pushed open the door to the bedroom.
Kimmich and Poulsen followed behind Hao Ren.
The bedroom is a relatively private place, but we're all teammates who know each other well, so it doesn't matter.
Wow!
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boom!
Kimmich collapsed onto the bed, marveling at the abundance of electronic devices in Hao Ren's room: "By the way, Goode, are you staying here for Christmas this year? If you're staying in Germany, you can come to my house with me."
"You can come to my house too."
Paulsen echoed.
Hao Ren is not a local; according to my recollection, he left Germany last Christmas.
"No, I'll go back."
Hao Ren shook his head.
Although Kimmich and Poulsen are both very nice people, it's still too awkward to spend Christmas at someone else's house, and Hao Ren doesn't have that habit.
"That's a pity. If you come to my house, I can introduce you to my sister."
Paulsen leaned back on Hao Ren's computer desk: "20 years old, Heidelberg University! You'll like her!"
"Ha ha!"
Kimmich gave Hao Ren a push, seemingly encouraging the latter to stay.
Unfortunately, Hao Ren still didn't want to disturb other people's families on Christmas Eve.
"Good, what's this?"
During their casual conversation, Paulsen picked up a plush toy from Hao Ren's table and examined it closely: "Wow, when did you buy this? It's kind of cool!"
"Is this cool?"
Hao Ren was surprised.
The "cool" thing that Poulsen mentioned was naturally the doll that the fans gave him a few days ago.
However, to be honest, Hao Ren didn't think the doll was that cool, probably because he wasn't a fan of plush toys.
"Okay, Goode, so what did you buy this for? Is it... a figurine?"
"I didn't buy it; it was a gift from a fan."
Hao Ren took the plush toy, squeezed it in his hand, and said, "Figurines are meant to be displayed and not used, but this is different. Hmm—that fan told me this thing can bring me good luck. He seemed pretty sincere, so he probably wasn't lying, haha!"
Wow, that's amazing!
Kimmich's eyes widened instantly: "Wait, didn't you tell me there was such a good thing?"
"Fuck, can't you tell I'm joking? This is superstition!"
Hao Ren became serious: "Brother Chicken, do you think I'm the kind of person who relies on luck? I only rely on my skills!"
"Hahaha!"
Paulsen took the doll and carefully placed it back on the table: "I still think this looks a lot like an anime figure, but it's too low-class to ask this thing for good luck. You might as well pray to Jesus like my mother does, that might be more effective."
Hao Ren shrugged, confidently stating, "Jesus definitely isn't as effective as this. Mine was a gift from a fan. Did your fans give you anything? No, right?"
"Ha ha!"
Hao Ren pointed to the doll on the table. "The fan who gave me this gift told me that the doll is called Goodson, which means Goodman's son. Sigh, I'm speechless. Why would they name it that? How could my son just be a doll?"
Kimmich seemed very interested in the doll, and reached out to tap Hao Ren's arm: "So, does this thing actually work? Can it really bring you good luck?"
"If you think it's useful, then it's useful; otherwise, it's not. It's like us. Everyone says our KFC team is amazing, but it's really just ordinary teamwork between two players. It's just that some people are hyping it up."
"That's different!"
Kimmich waved his hand: "Our group is really amazing, it's completely different from superstition."
"Haha, I think you're absolutely right, Chicken Bro!"
Hao Ren and Kimmich bumped fists, and Hao apologized for his previous erroneous remarks.
"Well—see you next year, Good!"
Kimmich and Poulsen said goodbye to Hao Ren at the door.
Paulsen squeezed Hao Ren's shoulder hard: "Not bad, you're getting stronger. Remember to treat yourself well when you go back to China, you'll get a full business class cabin!"
"You don't need to remind me!"
"Ha ha!"
Paulsen and Kimmich took the elevator to the first floor to leave. On the way, Kimmich kept holding his phone and staring at it even while walking on the street.
[Google: Goodson, the little boy who brings good luck]
Kimmich clicked search, and a new interface quickly popped up.
Are you searching for "Kumanthong"? Or continue searching for "Goodson"?
Kimmich touched his nose, surprised that he had remembered the wrong name.
Fortunately, Google has a good error correction feature, which helped him find what he was actually searching for.
[Change the search term to: Kumanthong]
A: Kumanthong is a unique religious and cultural product of Southeast Asia (especially Thailand), and can be used to accumulate merit, attract wealth, and protect the home.
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Kimmich bit his finger, his eyes shining.
He turned to look at Poulsen beside him.
"Yusuf, Goode's doll isn't as simple as we thought!"
Dongqiudi (a Chinese sports betting platform) is buzzing with discussion: Hao Ren was spotted by fans transiting through Doha, with his destination being Chengdu, suggesting he might be returning to China for the Christmas holidays.
[Okay, it's time for me, Mr. Goodman, to be here in person!]
[Any brothers in Chengdu here? Let's team up offline, get Hao Hao on our team, and then run the German Second Division. Wouldn't that be awesome?]
[666, you want to arrest me, Hao Qiuwang? Watch out, I, Hao Qiuwang, will roast you online!]
Hao Ren probably won't stay long. Will he go to Evergrande Football School? I'm in Guangzhou now. If Hao Ren goes to Evergrande Football School, I can really catch him. There's nothing I can do if he stays in Chengdu.
"Okay, thank you!"
After getting out of the car, Hao Ren thanked the driver and soon arrived in front of an apartment building.
Hao Ren's trip home was short, so he didn't even bring a suitcase, just a backpack. But because he was wearing a down jacket, he looked a bit bulky.
"call----"
I walked home while looking for my keys.
"Damn, I can't find it!"
Having no other choice, Hao Ren simply knocked on the door.
"Aunt Zhang!"
"Are you there, Aunt Zhang? Hey!"
The door creaked open, and a woman in an apron greeted Hao Ren, but Hao Ren's attention was not on the woman in the apron at that moment.
Not far from the entrance, a woman sat in a wheelchair, watching Hao Ren as he stepped through the door.
"mom."
Hao Ren walked over, bent down, and gave Liu Huanning a hug: "Why didn't you turn on the air conditioning? It's so cold outside!"
"I didn't know you were coming back today. You said this week, I thought it was the weekend."
"This is the most convenient flight."
With a "beep," Hao Ren turned on the air conditioner, then pushed Liu Huanning's wheelchair, and the two sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"How's it going? Is winter in Germany colder than here?"
"It's a bit cold, but it'll be fine once the heating is on. So why don't you turn on the heating, Mom? With the heating on, it doesn't matter how much snow is falling outside."
Hao Ren sat on the sofa, taking off his down jacket while complaining, while Liu Huanning sat in the wheelchair in front of him.
"Isn't this what we were waiting for you to come back to?"
Hao Ren sighed, and had no choice but to tell Aunt Zhang to make sure to turn on the air conditioner when the weather got cold.
"Mom, there's really no need to be so frugal."
Although he was somewhat speechless, Hao Ren could understand his mother's behavior.
Affected by the Wenchuan earthquake a few years ago, Hao Ren's family once fell into difficulties. His father passed away at that time. All of this was the direct reason for Liu Huanning's frugal character.
"The main reason is that housing prices in China have been rising continuously; otherwise, I would definitely be able to buy a villa with my current salary."
Hao Ren rubbed his hands together and took another sip of hot tea, trying to warm himself up quickly: "Although I can't buy a house yet, turning on the air conditioner shouldn't be a problem."
Looking left and right to make sure Aunt Zhang wasn't nearby, Hao Ren told Liu Huanning that his salary, converted to RMB, was over 100 million.
"Hmm—strictly speaking, it's close to 200 million, because I get huge bonuses for assists and goals."
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's a house or not. Isn't our house new enough?"
Liu Huanning turned his head and looked around the apartment where he lived.
Although the family's financial situation was not good a few years ago, Hao Ren's house was really new because it was built with the help of the government and was less than a fraction of Hao Ren's age.
"That's definitely different, the difference is huge!"
Hao Ren and Liu Huanning chatted for about half an hour, after which Hao Ren took Liu Huanning out to eat.
There's no need to trouble them.
"It's okay, I'll give him (the taxi driver) a tip."
At Joy City Chengdu, Hao Ren chose a seat that was convenient for placing a wheelchair and sat down opposite.
While eating hot pot, Liu Huanning and Hao Ren talked a lot, including about him and Ronnick.
"No, don't worry about that, really, it's a small matter. The main problem is with the live streaming platform. I used your ID to stream and they still said I was a minor. I'm speechless."
"Okay, it's nothing serious. Don't get into conflicts with the coach."
"By the way, people from Evergrande Football School came to see me."
Hao Ren was stirring the seasonings haphazardly when he heard Liu Huanning's words and suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean?"
"Haha, it's nothing really. It's just that you've been playing so well this season that people from Evergrande Football School bring me gifts every holiday. They came for National Day and Double Ninth Festival, and even Thanksgiving. My house is always so lively."
"Oh, right. Hao Ren, I also asked them to help me with something."
Hao Ren pricked up his ears, signaling Liu Huanning to continue.
"Normally, you should have started high school this September, but you didn't take the high school entrance exam because you went to Europe to play in a match. So, I asked them to help me get you enrolled at Chengdu No. 9 High School."
"???"
Hao Ren's eyes widened instantly: "No, Mom, do I even need to study?"
"No, it's just registering your student status. You can just go there once during the final exams. There's nothing to lose anyway."
Seeing that Hao Ren seemed a little reluctant, Liu Huan patiently tried to persuade him, trying to explain how difficult it was to register at Chengdu No. 7 High School.
"You only need to register once per semester, okay?"
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Hao Ren squinted, deep in thought.
It would be impossible for him to give up studying abroad at this point.
But since it's just a simple report, and it was at the mother's request—
"That's no problem, provided you turn on the air conditioner in the summer and winter so I can go and report on it."
Upon hearing that Hao Ren was willing to attend high school, Liu Huaning's face lit up with a long-lost smile.
"Class 3, Grade 1, Class 3 — Class 3, Grade 1, OK, here."
Hao Ren glanced down at his phone, then at the classroom sign; this should be the place.
It was afternoon self-study time. Hao Ren went to the front door and saw that there was no teacher on the podium, so he went to the back door.
The students were all studying on their own. Hao Ren immediately spotted an empty table closest to the back door, with unopened textbooks on it. That must be his spot.
Cough!
With his phone in his pocket, Hao Rendong looked around cautiously before walking into the classroom. He sat down in his assigned seat and, without a word, stuffed the textbooks from the desk into his backpack.
"Wait, you're that new PE student?"
Two students in the front row turned around one after the other, and soon more and more students in the classroom turned their attention to them.
Studying alone is boring and tedious, so everyone will naturally be interested in the new students.
"I think so. I see there's only one spot, so I'm probably the only one here?"
"Are you the kind of person who's really amazing?"
The two male students in front of Hao Ren turned half their bodies around: "It seems you only have one student registration? I remember No. 7 Middle School doesn't accept students with only one registration, and you were only temporarily admitted—"
The students were quick-witted and soon realized that the new student was "not simple." After all, it's rare to find someone who can make Chengdu No. 7 High School break the rules.
"What sport do you practice? Are you very good at it?"
"football."
Hao Ren replied.
The classroom was quiet, and he didn't want to disturb the other students who were working on their exams, so he spoke as softly as possible.
"Football, level two?"
Hao Ren shook his head.
"Too."
The male student corrected his mistake: "If you're at level two, you probably won't get into our school. You're at level one, right?"
"this----"
Hao Ren didn't know what to say.
Therefore, the title of "first-class athlete" is not entirely accurate when applied to him, but Hao Ren does indeed have a first-class athlete certificate.
"It wouldn't be wrong to call it level one, would it?"
"That's great. Our school has a soccer tournament, but very few people in our class know how to play. With you here, it should be fine. It's next April, so I'll be counting on you to lead us!"
"----ah?"
Hao Ren's eyes widened, then he quickly shook his head: "To be honest, it's a bit inappropriate. I—I'm quite capable."
"No problem, one level at a time, we'll crush them! That's the kind of attack we want!"
"—I'm exceptionally capable."
"Why did you put it up like that? Damn it! But level one is really powerful, no doubt about it. Just keep up the good work."
Are you staying at school today? Will you go to the playground during activity period this afternoon?
During the conversation, Hao Ren learned the names of the two male classmates he was talking to from the cover of their math workbooks: Liu Yunhao and Zhao Junfeng.
"This won't do, bro. I need to go see the homeroom teacher first, and I can't stay here for long—"
As Hao Ren spoke, he waited in the classroom for a while but did not see the homeroom teacher. So he put on his backpack full of books and got up to go to the office.
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