The players of Borussia Dortmund U19s were celebrating their championship to the fullest. This was the first national championship for this group of players, and it was of extraordinary significance.

At the beginning of the season, they probably hadn't even considered that they would win a national championship as the season drew to a close.

Mark wrapped the Borussia Dortmund scarf around his head like an old farmer from northern Shaanxi. He had taken off his jersey and tied it around his waist, and was bare-chested, jumping and waving his fists with his teammates, shouting loudly.

Gotze, who was being interviewed by a reporter, seemed a little absent-minded. He kept glancing at his teammates, obviously wanting to go and celebrate with them instead of standing in front of the camera being interviewed.

What about Zhou Yi?

While Gotze was being interviewed, Zhou Yi crouched down and quietly approached Gotze from behind, then suddenly stood up and poured a bottle of water over Gotze's head!

The female reporter interviewing Gotze screamed - because she was also splashed with water.

Gotze was caught off guard and shivered, drawing his neck back.

By the time he turned around, Zhou Yi had already run away laughing.

Gotze could only pretend to be calm, maintain his image, and continue the interview, but the water dripping from his head made it really difficult to maintain his image...

The female reporter, recovering from her shock and seeing Gotze looking like a drowned rat, couldn't help but smile: "It seems everyone is very happy to have won the championship."

Gotze could only helplessly say: "Yes, everyone is very excited."

"Then let's continue with the previous topic - will winning the championship in the youth team rekindle your hopes of going to the first team?"

"Of course, my goal is the first team. I'm eager to play in the professional league, and I'm working hard for it."

"So, will this championship be a good bargaining chip?"

"I don't know, I hope so." Gotze made no secret of his ambition. But his current expression, combined with the hair plastered to his forehead and the water dripping down his eyebrows, was really comical...

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While the Borussia Dortmund players were celebrating, the awards podium was being set up.

Soon, the stage was ready.

Both teams gathered by the podium, waiting to receive their medals – Freiburg U19 may have lost the game, but they could still get a silver medal.

But having reached the final, who cares about a silver medal?

The Freiburg U19 players were not in high spirits while waiting to receive their awards, which was in stark contrast to the Borussia Dortmund players, who were singing and dancing all the time.

Gotze, who had finished his interview, returned to the team. Zhou Yi saw him and said: "We Chinese have a saying, 'When will revenge stop?' It means don't repay hatred with hatred, be tolerant, and let go. This is the ancient wisdom of the long-standing Chinese people. Do you understand, Mario?"

How could Gotze not know what Zhou Yi meant by these words? He shook his head and said: "Don't worry, Zhou Yi. I'm not as bored as you."

Zhou Yi smiled reassuringly when he heard Gotze say this: "Of course, of course. Besides, you are the future of German football, you have to pay attention to maintaining your image, so many eyes and camera lenses are watching you..."

While the two were talking, the Freiburg U19 players had finished receiving their awards. Although they had silver medals around their necks, they walked off the stage with their heads drooping and watched from the sidelines.

It was the champion team's turn to go up to receive the award.

The more than two thousand Borussia Dortmund fans in the stands did not leave. At this time, they cheered and applauded, welcoming the Borussia Dortmund U19 players to the stage to receive the award.

Although it was a youth-level German Cup match, the award was still presented by the award presenter of the German Cup final - German Football Association President Zwanziger.

This was also to show the German Football Association's emphasis on youth football.

When Zhou Yi went on stage to receive the gold medal, Zwanziger specially looked him over, because he was the only Asian face in the two teams, so he couldn't help but be curious.

After looking him over, he hung the gold medal around Zhou Yi's neck, and then extended his hand to him.

Zhou Yi shook his hand.

"Congratulations, Chinese boy, your performance was excellent."

"Thank you, sir." Zhou Yi replied politely, behaving neither humbly nor arrogantly in front of the German Football Association president.

Zwanziger was also very satisfied with Zhou Yi's performance. He nodded and let go of Zhou Yi's hand.

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"The game is over, right?" Li Cuiyun yawned and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, "Stop messing around, let's go to sleep."

Her voice was full of weariness.

She, who never stayed up late, had persevered until two o'clock today, and couldn't hold on any longer.

But her husband, Zhou Jianliang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was still unwilling to give up. He looked at the rotating icon in the black window of the player on the screen, indicating that it was buffering, and said: "There's still the awards ceremony after the game."

"Are you so sure that our son can win the championship?"

"I'll take a look even if he gets second place. Besides, I believe he will definitely be the champion!" Zhou Jianliang was very stubborn on this issue.

Seeing that her husband's attitude was so firm, Li Cuiyun didn't say anything and sat quietly beside him.

Although Zhou Jianliang said it very resolutely, he was actually a little flustered in his heart. It had been two hours, but he hadn't even caught a glimpse of his son, and he didn't know if his efforts tonight would be worth it in the end.

What if it doesn't work out in the end?

But when he thought about how he had worked hard all night, searching the web, using English-Chinese dictionaries, and even dug out the electronic dictionary he had bought for his son, if it still didn't work, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Just when Zhou Jianliang was unwilling, suddenly a green screen flashed in the black player window - a live broadcast!

Zhou Jianliang was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "It's here!"

Li Cuiyun, who had already been dozing off next to him, was awakened by her husband's shout. She opened her eyes and saw the awards ceremony taking place on the screen.

Yes, it was the awards ceremony, because she saw a stage and people handing the trophy to players wearing jerseys.

"Is that Zhou Yi?" she asked.

"No, the one holding the trophy is the team captain, Zhou Yi is not the captain." Zhou Jianliang said, moving his face closer to the computer screen, trying to find Zhou Yi in the crowd.

But unfortunately, the resolution of this live broadcast was really not high. After the player window was enlarged to full screen, it was basically a full screen of mosaics.

It was almost impossible to recognize his son from a group of people.

But Zhou Jianliang was still very happy, because his efforts all night had paid off, and his son had really won the championship - look at the clothes worn by the team holding the trophy, they were the Borussia Dortmund jerseys!

"See, I told you, our son must be the champion!" Zhou Jianliang pointed to a screen full of mosaics and said to his wife, his tone like he was showing off his treasured baby.

"Yes, yes, you're right, look at how proud you are!" Li Cuiyun rolled her eyes at her husband.

Zhou Jianliang laughed, not hiding his pride.

At this time, the screen suddenly switched to a close-up, giving a close-up of the Borussia Dortmund player holding the trophy. Zhou Jianliang didn't recognize this person. But the camera quickly switched away and gave Gotze a close-up next to him.

Zhou Jianliang knew this person. Zhou Yi always mentioned him in chats and showed them photos, saying that this was the main force of German football in the next ten years, a very powerful person named Mario Gotze, who was just a little silly.

After Gotze's close-up, there was another close-up, and Zhou Yi appeared on the screen without warning!

"Son!" Zhou Jianliang shouted excitedly.

Li Cuiyun also perked up and stared at the computer screen.

Although the picture was a bit blurry and there were still a lot of mosaics, because it was a close-up, her son's face was still very clear.

It was indeed her son.

"He seems a little darker..." she murmured. "And a little fatter..."

"That's called 'strong'!" Zhou Jianliang corrected his wife. "Didn't you hear your son say he's been eating a lot of protein powder lately?"

Then he looked at his son jumping and cheering with his teammates on the stage and chuckled.

Li Cuiyun rolled her eyes at her silly-smiling husband, but she didn't argue with him. Instead, she looked at her son.

The smile was still so familiar, but there was something different between his eyebrows, something he didn't have at home.

Not maturity, not confidence, but a satisfaction and happiness from the bottom of his heart, after achieving his goal.

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After the trophy presentation, the excited Borussia Dortmund players returned to the locker room and continued to celebrate.

They opened the prepared champagne and sang and danced in the locker room, shirtless.

Another highlight was that everyone took turns taking photos with the trophy.

When it was Zhou Yi's turn, Mark picked up the camera, Zhou Yi held the trophy, and posed.

But just as Mark pressed the shutter, Gotze suddenly rushed out and sprayed a whole bottle of champagne on Zhou Yi!

The teammates watching the fun burst into laughter.

And Zhou Yi was caught off guard and was drenched, and Mark captured his embarrassing scene on the camera's memory card...

And so, Zhou Yi completed his first photo with a trophy in his professional career.