Chapter 1 When Zhang Jun Was Still Worried About Meeting Galliani, He Met Hua Fang, Who Was Hurrying Back From Germany, at Home the Next Day at Noon

Zhang Jun was surprised and delighted by Hua Fang's appearance. He was surprised that Hua Fang could return so quickly, and delighted that someone else would take on the difficult task of negotiation.

Of course, first he had to talk to Hua Fang and tell her his plans.

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Today, Yang Pan didn't get back until two in the morning, and when he opened his eyes, he realized it was already one in the afternoon. He remembered Zhang Jun and was glad he didn't have to eat instant noodles anymore. This wasn't Bologna, and he couldn't even get Yilan's Yangzhou fried rice made in the microwave. But with Zhang Jun back, everything was different. Someone was cooking!

After washing up, Yang Pan went straight to the kitchen. But he searched the entire kitchen, even the trash can, and couldn't find any lunch that Zhang Jun had left for him. Could Zhang Jun have gone out? He decided to check the living room.

There was a corridor about six meters long from the kitchen to the living room. Yang Pan hadn't even reached the living room yet; he could already hear a very heated argument coming from that direction.

He recognized one voice as Zhang Jun's and the other as Sister Hua's. He couldn't understand why the two of them were arguing so loudly. Before he understood the situation, he didn't want to appear in front of them rashly, so he lightened his footsteps and listened in the corridor to hear what they were arguing about.

"I don't understand why you insist on giving up a good AC Milan to choose the down-and-out Fiorentina?" This was Sister Hua's voice, and she sounded angry and incomprehensible.

"Down-and-out? I don't think Fiorentina is down-and-out. Is AC Milan so good? But I can't even get into the starting lineup there. I know you're considering it from a commercial value perspective, thinking that my value will plummet if I leave Milan, but I don't care. I'm a player first and foremost. If I can't even play on a team, what's the point of talking about commercial value?" Zhang Jun's mood was slightly better than Sister Hua's, but in Yang Pan's imagination, he must have been gesticulating wildly.

"Since Ancelotti promised to make you the first substitute, that's an opportunity. Don't you believe you can work hard to become a starter?"

Ancelotti actually made such a promise? Yang Pan hadn't expected that. It seemed that Zhang Jun and Ancelotti had talked a lot yesterday.

"How can I know how long it will take to become a starter? Now Shevchenko and Inzaghi are in good form. If I go to Fiorentina, I can at least guarantee a starting position."

"Then you don't necessarily have to go to Fiorentina! There are many big teams interested in you, and they also promise you a starting position."

"Sister Hua, don't you understand? I understand myself. I want to be a core player. Maybe I sound arrogant when I say that. But that's the way it is. In Volendam, I was the core player, so I succeeded. In Fiorentina, I was also the core player for half a season, so I scored twenty-one goals in half a season and helped the team get promoted. I need the absolute trust of the coach and my teammates, but can Milan give me that? No, but Fiorentina can. I don't want to force anyone. I don't expect or demand that the entire Milan team revolve around me, so I choose to leave."

Yang Pan couldn't help but nod at these words, because that's the Zhang Jun he knew and recognized. People often say that it's hardest to see oneself clearly. Now it seems that Zhang Jun at least knows his own position, even though this position will make many people think he's arrogant and selfish.

"Play as a starter, be a core player, are those your only ideals? Are you satisfied with just that? Don't you want to win championships? League championships, Champions League championships, World Player of the Year, top scorer... don't you want to win any of those?"

"Of course I do. But it's not like I can only win championships and be a top scorer at Milan. Mr. Della Valle is very ambitious. He has already decided to make big acquisitions this summer. I think that in just two or three years, Fiorentina can become a strong contender for the championship."

"Two or three years?" Hua Fang sneered. "Do you believe him? His money is nothing compared to the major Italian powerhouses. It's not enough to build a championship team at all. Look at Chelsea. Abramovich spent more than three hundred million euros in two years to win a league title. There are too many variables in the future. Why are you so sure that Fiorentina can win the championship? What if you waste a few years there and get nothing? Besides, even if Fiorentina can win the championship, that's still a few years away. Why don't you stay at Milan, where you can easily win the championship and become a superstar? A good bird chooses a tree to roost on. Do you understand what that means?"

Zhang Jun flared up. "I'm sorry, I invested my emotions in Fiorentina's promotion process, but I can't invest my emotions in Milan. I'd rather fight alongside Fiorentina, even if I get nothing, I won't regret it. I'd rather not have the championship, or any Player of the Year or Golden Boot honors. Just like Batistuta, dedicating the best years of his career to Fiorentina, I'm willing! Who dares to point fingers at me? And why should they point fingers at me? This is my own choice. I only play for myself, not to satisfy some people's national pride, nor to satisfy some people's vanity or selfishness. It's my own future, why can't I choose? Besides, since you said that the future is full of variables, then why do you think that Fiorentina definitely can't win the championship?!"

Yang Pan knew that if he didn't go out now, the situation would be difficult to handle, so he deliberately stomped hard on the wooden floor a few times to remind the two that he was coming. Then he pretended to have just gotten up and slowly walked out of the living room.

He saw Zhang Jun sitting angrily on the sofa, looking out the window, not looking at him or Sister Hua. Sister Hua was standing opposite him, shaking her head helplessly. Seeing Yang Pan come out, she quickly waved to him. "Yang Pan, you're up? Come and help me persuade Zhang Jun. He insists on leaving Milan. I think he's just being stubborn."

"I'm not!" Zhang Jun turned his head and retorted.

"It makes sense to stay at Milan rather than go to Fiorentina. What else can you call it if not stubbornness?"

"Then what am I being stubborn about? Who am I being stubborn with?" Zhang Jun turned his head back and looked at Hua Fang, asking.

"Because Ancelotti won't let you be a starter, because of your misunderstanding with Inzaghi, because you feel you haven't been given enough importance at Milan..."

"What a joke! I've already talked to Ancelotti. I understand him, and he understands me. Why would I be angry with him? My misunderstanding with Inzaghi was just a small thing. Half a year has passed, I'd have forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it..."

They were arguing again. Yang Pan coughed to divert their attention to him temporarily. Then he found a place to sit down and said to Hua Fang, "Sister Hua, I can't persuade him about this. You know how stubborn Zhang Jun is."

Hua Fang was stunned for a moment. Yang Pan was right. She had experienced Zhang Jun's stubbornness several times.

"Before today, Kaka and I don't know how many times we tried to persuade him. Did it work? I opposed him going to Fiorentina on loan, but he still went, and it worked out very well. So later, I stopped saying anything about the choices he made himself. Since he chose this way, there must be a reason for it. We may think it's incomprehensible now, but maybe that's because we haven't understood his intentions yet."

Hua Fang didn't expect that the reinforcements she had pulled in would defect and start speaking up for Zhang Jun. "If that's what you think, have you considered Zhang Jun's future?"

Yang Pan shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know what the future will be like either, but I know that Zhang Jun is doing very well and is very happy at Fiorentina right now. If that's what he's pursuing, we can't say anything."

It was hard to tell whether Yang Pan was praising Zhang Jun or scolding him, but one thing was clear: Yang Pan didn't oppose Zhang Jun leaving Milan.

"Aren't you friends? Are you just going to watch him ruin his career?" Hua Fang was very disappointed. Now it was 2-1, and she was at a disadvantage.

"We're the best of friends, and because of that, I respect his choices. As for whether he's ruining his career..." Yang Pan smiled at Zhang Jun, "Who can say for sure what the future holds?"

Zhang Jun knew that Yang Pan was still supporting him, and he smiled gratefully at Yang Pan.

Hua Fang sighed heavily, knowing that the situation was hopeless. She was powerless to persuade Zhang Jun to change his mind, so she could only help Zhang Jun submit a request to Milan to be put on the transfer list, and then wait for Fiorentina to buy him.

She had gone to great lengths to bring him to Milan, but after one season, he chose to go to a newly promoted team that was far less powerful than Milan. How many people would laugh at him, and how many people would be waiting to see him make a fool of himself a year later?

This transfer to Milan was a complete farce!

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After seeing Sister Hua off, Yang Pan turned around and went back inside, seeing Zhang Jun still sitting on the sofa.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry," he said, rubbing his stomach.

Zhang Jun shook his head. "I haven't eaten either. I was just about to make something when Sister Hua came. Let's go out to eat later."

"When did Sister Hua come?"

"Around eleven o'clock."

Yang Pan looked at his watch. It was 1:50 PM. "You guys argued for two hours?"

"No way. Only half an hour, maybe... Thank you," Zhang Jun said, looking at Yang Pan.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for your support and understanding!"

Yang Pan laughed. "I'll say the same thing again. Even if I helped Sister Hua persuade you, would you change your mind?"

Zhang Jun shook his head. "Definitely not."

Yang Pan clapped his hands. "Then that settles it, doesn't it? Anything I say would just be a waste of words. Why would I say so much? Plus, it would use up my energy. Look at me, I'm so hungry that my front is sticking to my back," Yang Pan said, rubbing his stomach.

Zhang Jun laughed heartily and stood up from the sofa. "Let's go. I'll treat you to a meal for helping me out today."

Yang Pan cheered. "That's what I've been waiting for!"

"Wait for me downstairs. I'll go upstairs and get my wallet." Zhang Jun turned and walked towards the corridor.

"Oh, right, Zhang Jun. Do you know why I didn't suggest that Sister Hua recommend you to other teams?"

"Why?"

"Because we'd be opponents in the future. Of course I wouldn't dare send you to Milan's competitors."

"Oh? So you don't think Fiorentina is an opponent?" Zhang Jun stopped and turned around to look at Yang Pan.

"No way. Fiorentina is far behind Milan. They can't threaten us yet. But if you went to Inter Milan, Juventus, or Roma, that would be a different story."

"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Jun asked, smiling at Yang Pan.

Yang Pan also smiled and replied, "Maybe."

Zhang Jun ignored him and turned around and walked straight in.

Yang Pan looked at Zhang Jun's back in the corridor, and then suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Bring more money! I'm going to eat a big meal!"

Zhang Jun waved his hand without turning his head. "I'll take my card. Eat as much as you want."

Yang Pan smiled contentedly.

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Zhang Jun had made his decision, and the rest was up to Hua Fang. He only needed to stick to his bottom line: he had to leave Milan, and he could only go to Fiorentina. He had told Sister Hua that in order to go to Fiorentina smoothly, he could drastically reduce his salary, and he could also take less bonus money. He didn't care how much money he could earn in a year, he just wanted to play football where he wanted to play.

Right now, he didn't care about what kind of bad reputation he might get, nor did he care about what Milan fans, especially Chinese Milan fans, would think of him, because he wasn't thinking about any of that. All he was thinking about was how to start his new life in Fiorentina.

While he was already looking forward to the future, An Ke was still struggling with the same problem.

It's just that his situation was slightly different from Zhang Jun's. Currently, he didn't have a clear preference for either "going" or "staying."

He had feelings for Borussia Dortmund, but he also yearned for Bayern Munich.

A dilemma!

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An Ke sat on the bed, looking at the calendar on the wall. There weren't many days left until the time he and Sister Hua had agreed on.

He still had to go to training today, but for the first time, An Ke had the idea of not wanting to go. He was really afraid of seeing those fans outside the training ground. He had always been grateful for the support the fans gave him, so he always had the best attitude towards the fans in the team, never refusing requests for autographs or photos. He always had a good relationship with the fans.

Therefore, An Ke knew very well how the fans would see him when he said he was going to Munich and not staying in Dortmund.

He was different from Zhang Jun. When that kid's stubbornness came up, he could ignore everything, and naturally he wouldn't care about what others thought of him. An Ke couldn't do that. Because he had come from being a foreign student who worked every day to becoming a professional player halfway through, he always had more or less of a sense of inferiority. He knew that everything he had now was hard-won, so he cared even more about what others thought of him.

He still had to go to training. He couldn't possibly avoid training for such a ridiculous reason. That would only allow some people with ulterior motives to seize the opportunity to make a big fuss, saying that he was in Cao Ying's camp but his heart was with Han.

He just hoped he wouldn't run into those fans.

An Ke turned over and got out of bed to prepare to go out.

The fans he was afraid of weren't the ones who would arbitrarily insult him outside the training ground. He wouldn't be afraid of that. He was afraid of another group of fans.

The weather in Dortmund hadn't been good these days. It was always raining, sometimes heavily and sometimes lightly. An Ke drove his used Volkswagen to the training ground. The windshield wipers hadn't stopped much along the way. It seemed that this year's Bundesliga would end in the rain.

After parking his car in the parking lot, he went to the locker room to change his clothes, and then appeared on the training ground with his gloves in hand. As he expected, he saw that group of fans again.

There were thirty or so of them, holding up a banner in a fixed place, which was a place that the goalkeeper would definitely see during training. The banner read: "Please don't go, An."

It was raining, and only a few of them were wearing raincoats. The others didn't have any rain gear. The team members were already used to seeing them outside the training ground for the past two days and wouldn't pay much attention to them. Other fans would still look at them from time to time.

They didn't shout slogans or whisper to each other. They just stood there silently, holding up the banner. The oldest of these people had gray hair, and the youngest didn't look like they were in school yet. When An Ke saw this scene, he felt a little heartache.

These were the fans who really supported him. Many times, he couldn't bear to look at them. Why? He was afraid that he would really reject Bayern just because of these thirty or so fans.

As a result, An Ke was distracted during today's training and made several mistakes, and was severely scolded by coach Van Marwijk.

He was also a little listless when he returned to the locker room. Captain Worns noticed it, so he took the initiative to talk to him while showering.

"Are you worried about the problem of going or staying?" Worns sat down next to An Ke.

An Ke nodded. He also sat on the floor, letting the hot water pour down from the top of his head.

Worns laughed. "You've finally become a truly excellent professional player."

An Ke was puzzled as to why the captain would say that.

"Because you've also started to worry about transfer issues! It's impossible for a good player not to encounter such problems in their career. No matter what you choose in the end, you always have to consider it, don't you?"

An Ke felt that what the captain said made sense, and he nodded again. "Has the captain had such an experience?" He never called Worns "Christian," but called him captain, because he respected the old defender who worked hard on the field.

Worns also nodded. "Definitely. I've played for many teams. Would you like to hear how I did it?"

An Ke became energetic. "Of course! I've told the captain my story, but the captain hasn't told me yours yet."

"Well..." Worns raised his head slightly, reminiscing. "I was born in Mannheim, so the first team I joined was a local team in Mannheim called Phoenix. There wasn't even the current Bundesliga at that time. Phoenix wasn't a famous team either. You probably haven't even heard of it, have you?"

An Ke nodded honestly. He had indeed heard that awkward name for the first time.

"That was just a small team in the Mannheim area, playing in the regional league. I had a great time there, and then I went to another team in Mannheim called Waldhof. You haven't heard of that either, have you?"

An Ke nodded honestly again. Who knew what level those teams were at?

"Waldhof was able to participate in the national league. That should have been after the Berlin Wall was pushed down, right? I performed very well at Waldhof, and after one season, I received an invitation from Bayer Leverkusen... You should have heard of that name, right?" Worns was deliberately joking, trying to make An Ke feel better.

An Ke laughed as expected. He nodded. "I've definitely heard of that."

"So what do you think I should have done at the time?"

"Agreed!" An Ke blurted out, without thinking. What was there to think about? Compared to that Wald-whatever team, Bayer Leverkusen could be considered a super team. Why wouldn't he go?

"You really think so too. At the time, my friends and family were all persuading me to choose Bayer Leverkusen, but I hesitated."

"Hesitated? Why?" An Ke was a little surprised. No matter what, Bayer Leverkusen was better than a team whose name he hadn't even heard of.

"For no reason." Worns shrugged. "Just because Mannheim was my home. I lived there for nineteen years, and I had many good friends and many memories. I was a little reluctant to leave all of a sudden. I was even younger than you are now at that time..."

"What happened later?" An Ke asked.

"Later? Later, I still chose to go to Bayer Leverkusen, because I had to go to a better place to improve, and I wasn't satisfied with always playing in a low-level league team. Although I was reluctant, I still said goodbye to Mannheim and went to Bayer Leverkusen, and stayed there for seven seasons. During that time, I gradually became a starter from a substitute, and was selected for the German national team for the first time." After telling the story, Worns turned to look at An Ke. "This is the first major choice in my life, which you are now facing. What I want to say is, whether you go or stay, this decision has to be made by you. Once you make it, don't regret it, and follow it all the way."

Worns stood up. "Don't let anyone influence your judgment. You're a goalkeeper, you should know this." He turned and walked outside.

An Ke was still sitting on the ground, recalling every word of the captain, still letting the hot water pour down from his head.

This shower was really long.

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After changing his clothes, An Ke, who was planning to drive back to the city for dinner, suddenly wanted to find someone to chat with, to talk about his worries and plans for this choice. To put it bluntly, he wanted to find someone to confide in.

But who should he look for? He had friends in the team, but they all had their own families and lives, and An Ke didn't want to bother people with his ridiculous matter. The captain would be a great listener, but they had just talked, and he was too embarrassed to look for him again.

Who should he look for?

An Ke sat in the car, gently tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, without a clue. He thought about it again and again, and decided to go to the bar where he used to work, drink a few beers, and maybe all his troubles would disappear.

Having made up his mind, An Ke started the car, slowly turned out of the parking lot, got on the road, and drove towards the city.

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Because of his previous work, An Ke was very familiar with the city of Dortmund, let alone a bar that he had been to countless times?

After parking his car on the side of the road, An Ke pushed open the door that he had pushed open countless times.

The bar was still the same, at least it looked like it. It's just that the people had changed, and some old customers raised their glasses to greet An Ke who came in. Those customers who didn't know An Ke were obviously a little surprised by his appearance.

An Ke greeted the people he knew and went straight to the bar. He was still smiling at the people next to him when he sat down.

A female voice asked him, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

He tilted his head, "A chilled beer."

"Okay."

When he turned his head, he was startled. The waiter who was serving him and pouring his wine was none other than Lin Jia, whom he hadn't seen for a long time!

An Ke really didn't expect to meet Lin Jia here. In his memory, the last time they met was before he was transferred to the first team. That was a long, long time ago...

"What? Have we only not seen each other for more than a year, and you don't recognize me anymore?" Lin Jia was very natural. Because she was surprised when An Ke pushed the door open, but at that time An Ke was busy greeting others and didn't see her. Then she greeted a guy who was facing An Ke and exchanged with him, letting her entertain An Ke.

An Ke stammered, "No, no... Why do I remember it's been a long time since we met?"

"That's because you don't have anyone in your heart." Lin Jia frowned and pouted, making a "resentful" expression.

An Ke was startled, "Okay, okay, don't say such nonsense. Where's my beer?" He tapped the table lightly.

Lin Jia didn't mind what he said, and put the wine in front of An Ke with a smile.

An Ke felt that Lin Jia hadn't changed much in appearance. He had last seen her with long hair, and she still had shoulder-length hair now. Logically speaking, she should look gentler than when she had short hair, but why was her skin thicker than before?

He was completely helpless with this girl. It was really like they were enemies, he could run into her anywhere, when he was drunk at the school gate, and when he wanted to drink he could meet her in the bar.

He ignored Lin Jia and drank his wine.

Lin Jia didn't greet other customers either, just stood opposite An Ke, doing nothing but wiping the bar in front of her no less than ten times, without leaving.

An Ke felt very strange, "Has this bar changed owners? I remember the old boss used to hate his subordinates being lazy the most."

Lin Jia picked up a glass and wiped it, "Who said I was being lazy? I'm working very hard, and I'm ready to serve you at any time." She used honorifics, but her face was smiling and there wasn't even a hint of respect in her expression.

Tsk! Her skin is getting thicker and thicker. An Ke sighed in his heart.

An Ke didn't want to continue this meaningless conversation, so he decided to change the subject. "Why did you think of working here? I remember your family's conditions don't require you to come out to earn a living, do they?"

"Because I'm about to graduate."

"You can still ask your family to send you living expenses." An Ke remembered that girls like Lin Jia would go back to their country once and bring enough living expenses and tuition fees for a semester. If they ran out and weren't enough, they would ask their family to send them money. But Lin Jia wasn't the kind of girl who spent money indiscriminately, and she had never had a shortage of funds before the end of the semester.

An Ke still hadn't noticed how much he cared about Lin Jia, to the point that he even knew her situation.

"That's not the case. It's just that I don't want to go back to my country yet, so I want to work and earn money, to prove to my parents that I can be independent too."

"Do they really want you to go back?"

"I'm their only daughter, and I've been away from home for five years. Of course they want me to go back! But I still want to stay in Germany, so I have to prove that I can live in Germany alone."

It turned out that Lin Jia was also facing the problem of going or staying. But why did she want to stay? As far as An Ke knew, if Lin Jia went back to her country, with her family's ability, she would definitely live better than working in Germany.

"You have worries too?" Lin Jia asked knowingly, because she knew that An Ke had been very worried about whether to stay in Dortmund or go to Bayern Munich these days.

"Yes, the problem of going or staying." An Ke pointed to the empty wine glass, "Another one."

Lin Jia took the glass away and replaced it with a new one for An Ke. "Dortmund and Munich?"

An Ke nodded.

"What's there to hesitate about? Of course you should go to Munich. People always go to higher places!"

Perhaps because they were "in the same boat" - facing the same problem of going or staying - An Ke didn't mind talking to Lin Jia so much about his worries. "If everyone always went to higher places, this world would be simple. I've been in Dortmund for five years. I studied here, started my career here, and the fans here have been very good to me. How can I just leave?"

Lin Jia said again, "Then since there are so many things that you can't let go of, then stay!"

An Ke shook his head again, "But Bayern is really good. From a career perspective, going to Bayern has more prospects than staying in Dortmund."

Lin Jia tsked, "Are you a big man, or are you a woman? Isn't going or staying just a matter of one sentence?"

An Ke looked up at Lin Jia. Her hair had grown longer, but her carefree temperament hadn't diminished much. He smiled, "Sometimes I wonder if you're a man or a woman."

"Anyway, I won't be a transvestite."

An Ke laughed and趴 on the bar, a little drunk and his emotions becoming a little excited. After laughing, he drank the remaining beer in his glass in one gulp, and then jumped down from the stool, "Okay, I won't banter with you anymore. I have to go back and rest. Thank you, you've made me feel a lot better."

"Are you driving after drinking?" Lin Jia was a little worried.

"Ha! I don't care about two glasses of beer." An Ke put the money for the wine and the tip next to the wine glass, turned around and left.

Lin Jia looked down at the money. Except for the money for the wine, the tip was really generous. Lin Jia had been working for a few months and it was the first time she had seen such a generous customer. She looked up again at the tall figure. He waved goodbye to people, then pushed open the door and disappeared into the night outside.

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After returning home, An Ke didn't rest as he had said, but was seriously considering his choice.

He felt that his situation now was a bit like the captain's when he went to Bayer Leverkusen. The people he knew were all persuading him to go to the better Bayern Munich, but he was hesitating because of his feelings for Dortmund.

The captain finally chose Bayer Leverkusen, which was more conducive to his development, so should he choose Bayern Munich for the same reason?

Lin Jia also said that men shouldn't be like women, and should make a decision early.

Hua Fang always insisted that staying in Dortmund had no future.

Those thirty or so fans were holding banners in the rain, silently hoping that he could stay.

Prospects, money, fame, reputation, value, price...

"Don't let anyone influence your judgment." An Ke remembered what the captain had said to him. He decided to calm down, put aside what he had seen and heard these days, and only start from his own thoughts.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he looked up, having thought clearly. He didn't want to waste time and planned to call Hua Fang right away.

After dialing Hua Fang's number, he said to Hua Fang in a very calm and ordinary tone and speed, "I've thought it over, Sister Hua, I've decided to stay in Dortmund."

Having had the precedent of Zhang Jun, Hua Fang wasn't surprised. She just asked, "Why?"

"Because someone wants me to stay, I owe Dortmund too much, and I want to make up for this team."

"You've made up for enough, haven't you? And as far as I know, not everyone wants you to stay. After the transfer news was made public, there were a lot of people scolding you. Why do you still want to stay? Don't soften your heart because of the persuasion of a small number of fans." Hua Fang was already making a final effort.

An Ke thought of those thirty or so fans, "Sister Hua, for me, those few fans are all the fans."

He thought that the captain had told him that story in order to prevent him from being constrained by personal feelings and to focus on his career, just like the captain's choice of Bayer Leverkusen. "Don't let anyone influence your judgment." In the end, this sentence was used on the captain's own suggestion.

"You're just giving up Bayern Munich like this? Do you know how rare such an opportunity is?" Hua Fang could be considered to be "struggling to death."

"Sister Hua, people often say, 'Strong goalkeepers come from weak teams.' I think maybe I can succeed in Dortmund too? You don't need to persuade me anymore. I've thought it over carefully, and I won't regret it. No matter where I go in the future, I only want to play for Dortmund now."

An Ke said this as firmly as he had said "For me, those few fans are all the fans" just now, brooking no argument.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. Hua Fang's sigh in the phone was inaudible under the cover of the rain, but An Ke felt relieved. He had made a choice and put down a stone. He could finally face the last battle of the Bundesliga the day after tomorrow without any burdens.