After finishing training, Mark Wagner couldn't wait to pull Zhou Yi toward the parking lot.

"My whole family is here today! To welcome you!"

"Wow, there's no need to be so formal…" Zhou Yi really did see Wagner's parents in the parking lot. He was very surprised. It was just a homestay, no need for the whole family to come out, right?

Kirst patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder. "This is basic etiquette. You are, after all, their guest."

"This is my dad. They all call him Old Wagner." Mark Wagner introduced.

A German man with graying hair but a strong build came up and hugged Zhou Yi, also giving him a cheek kiss.

Zhou Yi was a little unaccustomed to it, but he knew that he had to adapt to this kind of etiquette abroad.

"Welcome, young man," Old Wagner said.

"My dad doesn't talk much, but he's a super good person!" Mark explained from the side.

Zhou Yi replied in German with a thank you.

Next was Wagner's mother, a slightly chubby middle-aged woman, who came up with a smile and hugged Zhou Yi, giving him a cheek kiss.

"My mom's cooking is delicious, I believe you'll like it too!" Mark introduced proudly.

"Welcome to the Wagner home," Wagner's mother said to Zhou Yi with a kind smile.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Zhou Yi said quickly.

"No, no bother at all. My son is so happy that you could come," Mrs. Wagner said, looking at her son with adoring eyes.

"Mark is a very good person." Zhou Yi also praised their son. "Having him as my teammate has helped me a lot."

After Kirst translated, he also added, "Zhou Yi is right, Mrs. Wagner. Thanks to your son, Zhou Yi is integrating into the team much faster than others."

Mrs. Wagner smiled and said, "That's also Zhou Yi's own ability. After that game, Mark came home and said he had discovered a very amazing person, and told us about Zhou Yi for a whole meal."

While they were talking, Zhou Yi's luggage had already been moved by Old Wagner from Kirst's car to the trunk of their own car.

Zhou Yi wasn't even allowed to lift a finger. By the time Zhou Yi reacted, all the luggage had been moved.

Old Wagner even waved to Zhou Yi, signaling him not to come over, just stand there.

Zhou Yi had no choice but to smile at him.

Mark was right, his father didn't talk much, but he really was a super good person.

After all the luggage was loaded into Wagner's car, Kirst also bid farewell to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was going to stay at the Wagner's house, it wasn't possible to bring a translator along.

But Kirst still had to give a few more words of advice.

"German families are not quite the same as Chinese families. There are some things to pay attention to when living with Germans, but you don't have to be too restrained. Mark likes you so much, I believe you won't encounter any major troubles staying at his house. The only problem now is language. But this is also a kind of exercise for you, giving you an environment to practice the language. We'll meet here again tomorrow."

Zhou Yi nodded. "I understand, Mr. Kirst. You've already helped me a lot, I'll work hard on the language."

Kirst finally urged, "Remember, Zhou Yi. Learning to live independently is the first step for you to play football in Europe. If you take this step well, you can move forward smoothly. Many East Asian players come to Europe to play football, and those who can succeed are definitely those with strong self-reliance. Good luck."

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After seeing Kirst off, Zhou Yi got into Old Wagner's car and sat in the back seat with Mark, driving toward their home.

Mark's mouth didn't stop along the way, but considering that Zhou Yi was without a translator, Mark spoke relatively slowly, in order to allow Zhou Yi to understand as much as possible.

Zhou Yi tried hard to listen. If he really couldn't understand, Mark would add gestures, using body language to explain.

This made it relatively easier to understand.

Zhou Yi also communicated with Mark, using the simple German words he had learned, along with gestures.

They chatted all the way like this, and Zhou Yi and Mark actually had a great time chatting.

Mark said that his house had a PS3 and the latest version of *Pro Evolution Soccer*. After dinner, they could go to his room to compete.

Zhou Yi said that he was known as the invincible player in that Chinese team, no one was his opponent, and if Mark lost, he shouldn't cry.

Mark then said it was a coincidence, he was also the best *Pro Evolution Soccer* player in the Dortmund youth team.

Mark Wagner's home was not in the town of Brackel, but in Dortmund city center. Driving from the training base to his home, if everything went smoothly, it would only take twenty minutes, which wasn't far.

So soon Zhou Yi saw Mark Wagner's home—a two-story small building next to the road.

This building is called a villa in China, but it is common everywhere in Dortmund, Germany, and not rare.

Living here does not necessarily mean that the Wagner family is very rich, but it is certain that their economic situation is not bad.

When they got home, Mrs. Wagner went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Old Wagner moved Zhou Yi's luggage from the car to the house by himself. Watching Old Wagner carry a large box in each hand, walking as fast as if he was carrying two chicks, Zhou Yi lamented why Mark didn't inherit his father's excellent genes in his body?

If his body was as strong as his father's, he would probably have a place in the Dortmund youth team.

After the luggage was moved in, Mark took Zhou Yi to set up his room.

Zhou Yi's room was next to Mark's room, an empty guest room.

Pushing the door open, the room was obviously newly cleaned, and the bed was already covered with new sheets and quilts. The window was open, and when the door was opened, convection was formed, and the wind blew in from outside the window, lifting the window screen.

Clean, spacious, and bright.

Zhou Yi liked this environment very much.

He began to take things out of the suitcase himself.

Mark didn't come up to help at this time, it seemed that it was also out of respect for his privacy.

This small detail made Zhou Yi think of He Ying.

Looking at it this way, He Ying must be able to live like a fish in water in Europe, because his style is suitable for Europe…

I wonder if he has already gone to Barcelona, and how is he doing there?

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After spending some time tidying up his luggage, Zhou Yi went downstairs and found that there was one more person in the living room.

A brown-haired woman was sitting on the sofa with her back to him, talking to Mark, who was sitting on the sofa opposite her.

When Mark saw Zhou Yi coming down from upstairs, he stood up and waved to Zhou Yi, "Come on, Zhou Yi. Let me introduce you."

The brown-haired woman also stood up from the sofa and turned to face Zhou Yi.

When she turned around, Zhou Yi was stunned—this woman was really beautiful!

She had long brown hair that was neatly combed behind her head, revealing a smooth and clean forehead.

Her eyebrows were also brown, a little thick, not the "willow leaf eyebrows" in traditional Chinese aesthetics, but they added a bit of heroic spirit to this fair face.

Her eyes were big, with thick eyelashes, and they looked good even without contact lenses.

The bridge of her nose was high and straight, the lines as straight as if they had been cut with a knife.

The lines of her lips were also a bit sharp, not full, but in combination with the lines of her nose, they were a pleasing whole.

Below that was her slender, white neck and prominent collarbone, and… a full chest. Through her open collar, you could directly see the "career line" extending downward…

Seeing this, Zhou Yi quickly moved his gaze upward, focusing his sight back on the other person's face.

He noticed that the other person's big eyes were now narrowed, as if sizing him up.

This made Zhou Yi feel a little guilty and turn away his gaze. He looked at Mark, but at the same time, he was looking forward to giving this beauty a cheek kiss later.

"This is my sister, Cortana. She just came back from school." Mark said to Zhou Yi, then said to his sister, "Sis, this is…"

"You're Zhou Yi?" Unexpectedly, his sister took the lead in asking, not letting Mark introduce him at all.

Although he didn't understand why, Zhou Yi could still hear from the beauty's tone that she didn't seem to have a good impression of him.

He thought that he had been caught in the act of looking at her chest just now, so he pretended not to understand, "Sorry?"

Mark Wagner on the side was a little embarrassed. His sister really didn't hide her attitude at all… Ever since he became a fan of Zhou Yi and kept telling his family about Zhou Yi, his sister seemed to have focused all her prejudice against athletes on Zhou Yi alone. Zhou Yi seemed to have integrated all the shortcomings of athletes around the world, inexplicably getting shot while lying down.

Cortana turned her head and said to her younger brother, "Are you sure this frail little kid is the super genius you're talking about?"

"His body is indeed very thin…" Mark Wagner said. In terms of physical strength, Zhou Yi was not as good as him, and he was considered thin. Zhou Yi was even thinner than him. "But Zhou Yi doesn't rely on his body to play football, he relies on his brain! His brain is super smart! That's why I admire him! There are not many people at this age who can play football with their brains like Zhou Yi!"

Sister Cortana covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and made a surprised expression, "There are athletes with brains?"

Mark knew that he couldn't win against his highly educated sister when it came to arguing, so he rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking to you! You're biased!"

"I'm not biased, Mark. You can just open a newspaper or open a sports news website, and you can see the stupid things that athletes do without brains. I'm just stating a fact. It's like this other fact—"

Zhou Yi watched the brother and sister suddenly "arguing," feeling a little dazed. He didn't understand most of it, and he didn't quite understand why the siblings suddenly started arguing—he thought that the two children in the family should have a good relationship.

Then he saw that while she was talking, Cortana suddenly pointed at him.

"Athletes are people whose brains are full of muscles. If their bodies are not strong enough, it is almost impossible for them to achieve anything in their sports career. Look at this kid, what about him looks like he can stand out in football? I really can't understand why the Dortmund club would find such a guy, but now it seems that there is a reason why the team ranked thirteenth in the league last season."

"You are not allowed to say that about Dortmund! You are not allowed to say that about Zhou Yi!" Mark suddenly became angry and roared at his sister.

It even attracted the mother who was busy in the kitchen and the father who didn't know where he was going.

However, the two of them didn't seem surprised by the siblings' quarrel. They just persuaded the two and kept looking at Zhou Yi.

Although their German was mixed with intense emotions, causing the speed to be extremely fast, Zhou Yi hardly understood a word, but he could see that what the Wagner couple said was probably similar to what Chinese parents would say:

Don't wash your dirty linen in public, what are you two arguing about in front of guests?

Sure enough, after they finished speaking, Mark and his sister Cortana immediately stopped arguing. Cortana directly sat on the sofa and indifferently turned the remote control, flipping through the screens on the TV.

On the other hand, Mark stood there sulking.

And the mother patted him on the shoulder and went back to the kitchen to be busy again, and the father turned around and walked away when he saw that nothing was wrong.

On the contrary, Zhou Yi… was caught off guard by this sudden coldness, and anxiously guessed whether his arrival had affected the family's daily life.

He had previously thought that coming to stay at Mark's home would be a good thing for him.

But now, he was a little doubtful.

Because the situation of this family… seemed more complicated than he had imagined!

Can I go to the club tomorrow to apply for another place to live?