Spain, Madrid
This is a high-end hotel, where well-dressed men occasionally stop to gaze at Chen Zhong and then smile. At first, Chen Zhong didn't know who these people were.
It wasn't until one man revealed a handkerchief with the Real Madrid crest that Chen Zhong suddenly realized they were fans of Real Madrid; well, perhaps other teams' fans might be observing him too.
He walked into the restaurant and sat at the pre-booked table. Chen Zhong felt slightly absent-minded; everything felt somewhat unreal. Whenever he went in and out, fans or reporters would be waiting for him, and no matter whether he was at the club, the Sports City, or outside, there were always people able to recognize him.
European World's football culture seemed to have seeped into their very bones, something his homeland lacked.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and Chen Zhong looked up to see the man.
