"Look, when it comes to this, you are just a layman!"

A tall and thin figure crossed Jiang Wenjin's position and walked straight into the medicinal materials store, still shouting loudly in a frightening manner.

In fact, he did not collide with Jiang Wenjin, but Jiang Wenjin, who was eavesdropping, was startled and turned around and left in panic.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped again, stood there and struggled for a while, walked back again, and even boldly walked into the medicinal store, pretending that he was going to buy some angelica and astragalus. While looking at it absent-mindedly, he stretched his ears and eavesdropped.

"...This is the number one sport in the United States, more popular than baseball! This is the first time in history that Chinese people have entered the league, creating history, and even mainstream media such as the Times and NBC reported it at the first time. It is hard to imagine that this time he was really proud."

There are countless media named after the Times in the entire North American region, but only one can be called the Times - the New York Times. Even the Los Angeles Times must stand aside, which shows the unparalleled supreme status of the New York Times.

"Really? This is so amazing! Oh, his parents must be very happy, this is the glorious ancestor."

"I guess people had expected that before entering the professional team, the kid coached the team at university, just like our New York University Columbia University, and then he won the league and the All-American championship with a season-wide victory, and no team could beat him all season."

"Wow! Their family must have expected it. It's not a sure thing to join a professional team if they perform so well."

"That's not necessarily the case. After all, professional leagues are still different. If you don't look at money in college, everything is looking at money in the professional arena. It also takes courage to promote a Chinese coach."

"Hey, you guys say, how much can that kid get in the coach position of a professional team?"

"It's just newcomers, there can't be too many."

"But there are probably several million. I mean American dollars."

"Who knows? Maybe you can make a lot of money when you endorse it in the future."

Together, burst into laughter.

"By the way, I said, after saying so much, which team is here? Although I don't watch football, I have to support me at least. Watch the game and buy jerseys, which can be regarded as expressing our feelings. Isn't it? Look at ourselves, you will know how difficult it is. If we don't support him, I don't know how those Americans exclude him."

"That's it. Even if you don't watch the game, you must support the game and you cannot lose the momentum."

"Green Bay Packers. An old team with a very long history and is probably older than the professional league."

However, Jiang Wenjin could no longer continue listening and fled from the medicinal store in a mess. Her mouth was full of bitterness and misunderstanding, but it was hard to describe it in words.

On the one hand, it was joy. Lu Yiqi did it, but he did it in the end, becoming the first Chinese head coach in the NFL with a historical attitude.

On the other hand, there was guilt and sadness. They knew better than anyone else how hard this road was, but they did not accompany Lu Yiqi forward.

A mixed emotions erupted in bitterness on the tip of his tongue. Jiang Wenjin could no longer continue to eavesdrop and could only escape in panic.

After walking half a street, I couldn't help but stop in front of the newspaper booth:

"The New York Times", "The Washington Post", "The Wall Street Journal", "The New York Daily News", "The Boston Post", "The World Journal".

Looking around, the front page positions of major news media - although not headlines, you can see the keywords "Noah Lu" and "Coach Archie".

Among them, the New York Times published a photo of Lu Yiqi: wearing a coaching uniform from Kansas State University, holding up the National Championship trophy with both hands, and a bright smile shining on his energetic face. Although he still looks young, he is already at an unimaginable peak.

This is even more so for the title:

"The second generation of blue-collar immigrants who were born in Flushing, New York, created miracles with their own hands!"

Jiang Wenjin stood quietly in place, staring at the photo, so familiar but so strange.

Slowly, the vision quietly blurred, and tears slowly condensed in the eyes, but never fell. I just focused on looking at the face on the photo through the colorful halo, standing in place with satisfaction, immersed in the surging craze of my thoughts and emotions.

Time and space lose their meaning, and the traffic on the streets is getting farther and farther away.

I don’t know how long it has been, Jiang Wenjin took out his straight-board mobile phone and dialed the number that he remembered in his heart without having to check the phone number directory.

The clean and neat movements were full of determination and persistence, without hesitation.

Dou.Dou.Dou.Dou.

The phone rang for a moment before it was answered. The voice was a little distracted, as if he was focusing on other things. He picked it up without checking the caller ID, "Hello, this is Noah."

"Cough." Jiang Wenjin cleared his throat and called out, "Aqi." As soon as the sound came out, hot tears fell down, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also rose.

"...Mom?" Lu Yiqi at the other end of the phone, his voice was slightly hesitant and a little awkward.

"Why have you lost so much weight recently? Is it because you are too devoted to your work and you don't eat on time? Didn't you tell you that you must be on time for three meals, otherwise your stomach will get hungry, which is not good for your health. You are an athlete, how can you be so careless?" Jiang Wenjin raised his hand to wipe off the tears from his cheeks and began to remind him in a nagging manner.

"...Well, I know." Lu Yiqi was stunned for a moment, but did not argue, but just responded obediently to express his understanding.

"After the move, I'll send me an address and I'll send you something. Even if you're busy with work, you can't be careless after three meals a day. How about it, will the old knee injury still hurt now? Do I need me to send the bottle of medicinal wine at home together? Some illnesses are not possible for Western doctors, but traditional Chinese medicine is still reliable." Jiang Wenjin's nagging wave after wave, and she couldn't stop at all.

"Mom...I...I know...I can take care of myself. I am no longer a child." Lu Yiqi was helpless. He was already in his third year - and he was a two-year-old man. There was no problem with these basic common sense, but every time he called, he treated himself as a child.

"What's wrong? In my eyes, you are a child, a child who never grows up." Jiang Wenjin said naturally.

Lu Yiqi on the other end of the phone did not answer and protested with silence.

Then, Jiang Wenjin began to mutter again. If the phone had not issued a low-battery warning, I would have been unable to end the call in another thirty minutes.

Before hanging up the phone, Jiang Wenjin wanted to speak but stopped. She wanted to tell her son: She did a pretty job.

But when the words came to his mouth, they still couldn't say them, and then they turned into "Don't be proud and complacent". After saying a few more words, they hurriedly hung up the phone.

Jiang Wenjin felt a little upset as his eyes fell on the phone.

Taking a deep breath to calm down his emotions, Jiang Wenjin sang to the newspaper booth owner, "I will give me three copies of these newspapers, no, ten copies."

"Ha, what are you doing for buying so many? Do you put on a table?" The owner of the newspaper booth was a honest joke.
Chapter completed!