At the post-match press conference, Doer, who felt ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders, said a few words, and ignored the on-site reporter's questioning and left the venue. At this moment, he probably knew that his fate in the newspaper would be absolutely bad tomorrow.

At this time, Aunt Anders' house in Brondby in Denmark was full of joy. Old Harlem and Thomas were holding up pig legs and singing for Qin Tian's wonderful performance. Big bowls of beer were pouring into his stomach. Aunt Anders happily wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and went to the kitchen to add some food to the two old people, and kept muttering, "Qin Tian, ​​it's a bright future, it's a bright future. You must ask him home on Christmas."

On the field of WCG, Barry, who had just finished the final, rushed to the players' lounge and turned on the TV to search for a series of sports news about the Bundesliga. He believed that Qin Tian would definitely become famous in the Bundesliga.

CJ sat on the high-speed rail from Paris to Lausanne, looking at the results of the latest Bundesliga round sent by his assistant, the joy on his face was overwhelmed by the surface. Come on, Qin Tian.

At the Australian Open, Caroline was temporarily behind 0:2 and wiped off the sweat from her forehead with a towel. Caroline sat on the sidelines and searched for football news about the Bundesliga with her mobile phone. She suddenly laughed, while the opponent felt that Caroline on the opposite side had changed.

On the other side of the ocean, in the filming of "Gossip Girl", Michelle Tricheberger checked the latest information on the Bundesliga on his computer with a nervous look on his face, and completely forgot that the next scene of his own had started filming. The director was yelling at Tricheberger's assistant, "Where are people? Where are people?"

At London Airport, Jessica saw the football news from the airport and knew that Qin Tian would be celebrating with his teammates without interrupting him. She only sent a congratulations to Qin Tian before boarding the plane.

Qin Tian, ​​who had been in an excited period after the game, certainly didn't know that so many people were caring about his first Bundesliga game at this moment. He was accepting congratulations from his teammates in the locker room, and everyone would pat Qin Tian on the shoulders kindly.

Of course not everyone is so friendly. Lewen looked at Qin Tian with a sad face. It was not until Qin Tian promised to pass the ball to him in the next round that he turned around and left three times.

Oh my God, sweat, waterfall sweat, Qin Tian felt a black line passing through his forehead.

After cleaning, Qin Tian packed up his things and just walked to the parking lot, he was surrounded by reporters who came out of nowhere.

"Hello, Qin Tian, ​​I am Nuolin, the reporter of Photo News. What do you think of the victory tonight?" A female reporter with a delicate figure and a more delicate appearance glanced at Qin Tian with charming eyes.

Qin Tian subconsciously looked at the vigorous breasts. Tianke testified that Qin Tian really just wanted to see the one on her chest, yes, the breastplate.

Nolin thought that his body was fascinated by Qin Tian, ​​a popular hot chicken, and completely put his body on it. The pungent perfume smell made Qin Tian frown.

"Yeah, yeah," Qin Tian quickly cleared his throat, "This is a victory for Schalke 04. We use our actions to tell our opponents that Schalke is not afraid of any provocation." His tone was full of confidence.

Not far away, Salonka observed Qin Tian's words and deeds, "Mariska, our Qin Tian is becoming more and more star-like, haha."

Assistant coach Marisca nodded, "Yes, he is like a superstar on the court, with 80 minutes and 5 assists. His first performance was really amazing. Although he didn't score, who is more qualified to start a delicious champagne than him."

"Qin Tian, ​​can you tell me how you transferred to Schalke? I am Wang Xiao, a special correspondent of Football in Germany. I don't know much about you in China, can I give us an exclusive interview?" Suddenly, a familiar local accent floated into Qin Tian's ears.

Chinese reporter! Qin Tian turned his head to look at the tall middle-aged reporter with glasses, yellow skin, black hair, and tall. He was stunned. Qin Tian's thoughts floated to his hometown hidden deep in his heart and missed for a long time.

"Hello, reporter Wang Xiao. I joined Schalke from Brondby through a normal transfer. As for the exclusive interview, well, you can apply to the team's press officer, and I will be very happy." To his fellow villagers, of course, he has to give face. Qin Tian wrote down his own private practice number for Wang Xiao with a pen.

"Okay, OK", Wang Xiao was very happy. Unexpectedly, Qin Tianzhen agreed and even gave him a private phone call. This young man is good, not as arrogant as some so-called stars in China.

The other German reporters on the side looked at Wang Xiao with great gaze at this moment. The fool knew that it was Qin Tian’s private phone call. Wang Xiao was so scared that he hurriedly put away his glasses and widened his glasses. No one could steal me.

"Oh, Chinese boy, judging from your posture, you seem to be a big Bundesliga star?" A sarcastic voice came from the corner.

Qin Tian looked over and said that it was the "Laoqiz Review" again, and it seemed that he could not get along with Schalke 04.

"Star?no, this is just my first game in the first class league. I am just a Bundesliga rookie myself, haha."

The first game was generous and answered appropriately. The reporters on the side sighed at Qin Tian's youth and sophistication, and recorded his pen in his notebook crazily.

It is obvious that the next day, major German newspapers used this competition as the front page bid.

"The Golden Army was defeated and went to the stadium. Dore? A big talker." The title of "Kicker" pointed directly at the head coach of Dortmund. He was nonsense before the game, was ravaged during the game, and was missing after the game. The article wrote that Dore, who once made a fuss before the game, promised to beat Schalke down. As a result, a short period of time in the first half seemed to confirm his point of view, but he was beaten like a sandbag in the next few minutes. The Bundesliga rookie and the Chinese guy Qin Tian made a combination of five sets of punches. He couldn't find the North. I think it was a joke!

"Who dares to say that we are a popular relegation!" Schalke's local "Western News" swept away the bad luck before this round and began to shine. The book praised Qin Tian for his praise. The two assist hats were only one brim. The crazy Chinese guy used all kinds of exciting assist methods to slaughter the "Golden Legion". Well, let's forget Big Altentop and Lincoln. We now have Qin Tian.

"Crazy Schalke 04, Magical Chinese", Photo News reporter Nolin focused on Schalke's deal worth 8 million in the summer, which seems to be very cost-effective at present. This 19-year-old potential player, a super star, seems to have magical magic from the ancient East, and assists on the field are as easy as eating and drinking water.

The pictures attached to all the media's front pages are photos of Ozil holding Qin Tian high and clenching Qin Tian single fist.

The popularity of this game continues. In addition to the media's pursuit, Schalke's local sports goods store sold Qin Tian's No. 27 suit one morning after the game, which created a sales myth for several months. Even at the peak of Neuer, it had never been sold so awesome.

The popularity has been in China. When Wang Xiao, a reporter from Football News, sent the second round of the Bundesliga back to the domestic headquarters, the editor-in-chief still thought this matter was very unreliable. After several verifications, it was like a chicken blood injection, and it was printed and the front page was immediately!

Newsstands in major cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Nanjing, and Guangzhou were sold out. Chinese fans went from questioning at the beginning to checking online, and finally searched for various information about Qin Tian, ​​which once paralyzed Schalke's official website.

It’s popular, Qin Tian is really popular.

Compared to the lively outside, Qin Tian was wearing a black casual outfit and was waiting for someone in an ordinary cafe on the streets of the city.

Soon, Qin Tian saw Jessica walking in with Michelle Laudrupp and two old men.

Tea time has passed now, and there are no people in the cafe.

"Sorry, Qin, you've been waiting for a long time." Michelle came up with a warm hug, and the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"No, Uncle Michelle, I just arrived, are these?"

"Haha, I forgot to introduce you. This is Mr. Hansen, the current chairman of the Danish Football Association. Next to it is Mr. Beddingert, the head coach of Denmark U21." Michelle laughed and introduced the two people around him.

Qin Tian was a little surprised. Did he come to invite me to join Denmark? He looked at Jessica in confusion, and Jessica nodded. It seemed that this was what he meant.

The waiter brought a few cups of coffee, and Qin Tian stirred the coffee in front of him with a spoon, waiting for the other party to speak first.

"Young man, I think you should know what we are here. I have watched all your game videos. I have to say that you are a talented player. I am sure that our country needs you." Hansen looked smiling and full of sincerity. He said his thoughts as soon as he opened his mouth. This may be related to Denmark's poor record in recent years.

Qin Tian was silent for a while, "I don't want to tell lies. I really didn't think about whether to join the Danish nationality. I have too many concerns."

"Are you worried about the reaction of Danish fans or your motherland?" Michel interrupted.

"Yes, the Chinese Football Association's reaction is no longer my consideration. I don't want to mention this. What I care about is the feelings of those fans who really love football, and whether Danish fans can accept foreign players like me. I don't know what I can bring to Danish football. After all, I am not a god. You may trust me very much, but what about the others? Do they support or oppose it?"

"Qin, don't think so much, just simply think about it as a player. What do you want? What is your dream?" Michel sighed, "Do you know what I regret the most? It was the European Cup in 1992, which was a regret for my life. In the great glory of Denmark, I had no participation. This made me regret it. In recent years, you also know that the Danish national team has a poor record and is on a downhill road. As a hardcore Danish fan, this makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Hansen and Bedingert were also silent, they knew this was the truth.

"Qin, make a decision! What a real player needs is not money, status, but trophy and championship. No one can refuse the glory of standing at the top of the football world. As for the fan issue you mentioned, is this a problem? No matter who joins the national team, there will be some doubts, so you can conquer them with your own strength." Michelle, standing on the standpoint of a mentor and friend, told Qin Tian that this was his most important decision.
Chapter completed!