From the Country Team To the Rich

The next day, Ivan woke up early.

Today, he didn't have to go out for morning exercises with the big team, but under the arrangement of the prison guard alone, he walked out of the big iron gate on the right.

There are a total of two doors in the prison, one on the left and one on the left.

The door on the left leads to areas such as the playground, canteen, bathroom, etc. This is also the door they have entered and exited most frequently in the past three years.

The door on the right will open on certain days of the month.

If it is not opened once, it means that a prisoner has been released after serving his sentence.

And today it was Ivan's turn.

Walking out of the big iron gate on the right, Ivan thought he would be excited and excited, but in fact, he was very calm.

He didn't know how to explain this feeling.

For three years, he wanted to regain his freedom all the time, and wanted to take a look at Hoffenheim, which made him worry about it.

But until this moment, he was a little dazed...

The prison guards returned his clothes and items before he was imprisoned. The clothes had been cleaned and there was still a smell of washing powder.

Ivan put on his clothes again, and walked out of the three gates under the leadership of the prison guards.

Finally, they stopped at the exit.

The prison guard opened the door for Ivan and said, "Congratulations, Ivan, you are free again."

Ivan took a deep breath.

What catches the eye is no longer a towering wall, but a flat plain.

The rolling hills and dense forests in the distance told him that he was free again.

"Turn right and walk 500 meters and there will be a platform. Every half an hour there is a bus leading to the city. You can take the bus back to the city." The prison guard reminded.

Ivan nodded slightly, and stepped out of the prison.

creak! !

With the movement of tooth acid, the big iron door was closed again.

Ivan looked around,

There was no one around, and the yellow sand was swept into the air by the wind. Not far away was the road, about ten meters away.

Ivan remembered what the prison guard said. He stepped on the road and walked to the right on the asphalt road.

After walking about 100 meters, he saw a yellow bus passing by, and Ivan knew it was a bus leading to the city.

If he misses this one, he will have to wait for half an hour.

Ivan started running all the way, and when he came to the platform, the bus had disappeared without a trace.

Fxxk!

Ivan cursed angrily, dragged his tired body, walked to the seat on the platform with heavy steps, and sat down with a plop.

The strong wind swept by, rolling up the yellow sand, and Ivan ate a mouthful of sand.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Ivan spat a few mouthfuls, and said helplessly; "This place is really a hell!"

This road is very remote, almost no traffic.

After finally waiting for a car, Ivan tried to intercept it, but the other party didn't like him at all.

Reluctantly, he returned to the platform and sat down again.

There are still more than 20 minutes before the next bus, and now he can only wait for that bus.

At this time, a black car slowly approached from a distance.

Ivan glanced at the black car. He didn't respond. He basically gave up intercepting the other party and asked the other party to carry his own ideas.

But the black car slowed down slowly as it passed the platform, and finally stopped in front of Ivan.

Ivan froze for a moment, then immediately got up and walked over.

The black glass made it difficult to see what was going on inside, so Ivan could only ask: "Sir, can you drive me to the city? I can pay your fare, as long as you drive me to Stuttgart, I can do it. ...."

Before he finished speaking, the window slowly lowered.

Ivan bent slightly and looked at the man in the driver's seat through the car window.

With just one glance, Ivan was stunned.

"I think you should want to go to Hoffenheim!"

The man turned his head slightly and smiled, "Long time no see, Ivan!"

 …

On the highway, the black car was heading towards the Rhine-Neckar region.

It was very quiet inside the car.

Zhang Xian drove in silence, while Iwan sat in the co-pilot and peeked at Zhang Xian from the corner of his eye.

He was full of questions at this moment, not knowing where to start.

Moreover, he never dreamed that the director of Hoffenheim would come to pick him up in person.

After holding back for a long time, Ivan said: "President...Mr. Director, where are we going?"

Zhang Xian said indifferently: "Hoffenheim!"

"By the way, did you follow the news about Hoffenheim in prison?"

Ivan shook his head and said, "In the prison, apart from some specific newspapers, there are no other channels to connect to the outside world, let alone sports news!"

After a pause, Ivan turned his head and said hopefully; "Hoffenheim...was...upgraded, right?"

Zhang Xian nodded.

Ivan clenched his fists fiercely and said excitedly, "We... oh no, Hoffenheim is now playing in the Promotion League, right?"

Zhang Xian shook his head.

Ivan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a disappointed face; "You've been downgraded."

Zhang Xian laughed; "No! We are not relegated!"

Ivan raised his head abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and said, "So...so..."

No relegation, no further promotion of the alliance, then...upgrade!

"We are in the high-level regional league?!" Ivan's voice was a little sharp, which was an expression of excessive excitement.

Zhang Xian shook his head again. He didn't try charades, but turned around and said, "We are in the Southern Regional League, the German fourth tier league!"

boom! ! ! ——

Ivan became in a daze.

Southern Regional League!

German fourth tier league!

When Ivan went to prison, Hoffenheim was still an amateur team in the seventh division of Germany.

But three years have passed.

In the past three years, Hoffenheim completed a triple jump.

They broke into the Southern Regional League.

The next step is Depping!

This...

Ivan didn't know how to digest the news.

"It's March now, and the end of the season is coming. What's our ranking?" Ivan asked, licking his dry lips.

Zhang Xian drove: "The points are ranked third, and there is a gap of 5 points from the first place!"

"Five o'clock?" Ivan said, his body trembling with excitement, "There is a chance! There is a chance! We have a chance to attack Germany!"

"Yes!" Zhang Xian nodded and said, "But we don't want to do that!"

Ivan's eyes widened, and he asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Zhang Xian said: "Because we still have the German Cup to play!"

"Germany Cup?" Ivan blinked, then his pupils shrank slightly, his whole body trembled, and he stuttered: "First... sir... German Cup... has it reached... that stage?"

"quarter final!"

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Another bombshell.

The explosion made Ivan's face flushed, he felt a little lack of oxygen, and his whole body was a little dizzy.

He barely pulled himself together, he could feel his heart beating violently.

German Cup quarter-finals!

Hoffenheim broke into the quarter-finals of the German Cup!

God!

What happened during his absence.

This is the quarterfinals of the German Cup!

This shows that Hoffenheim has at least won a Bundesliga team!

Is this still the Hoffenheim team he is familiar with?

A series of heavy news made Ivan unable to digest the information.

He asked in a daze, "Where are we going?"

Zhang Xian said: "You will know soon."

An hour later, the black car stopped at a stop on the side of the road.

Zhang Xian and Iwan got out of the car one after another,

Ivan looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Both sides of the road are occupied by dense crowds, and you can't see the side at a glance.

They all wore black and red jerseys, waved huge team flags, and looked into the distance.

"What are they doing?" Ivan turned his head and asked.

Zhang Xian leaned on the car, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "These are all our people, they are all fans of Hoffenheim!"

Ivan's heart seemed to be clenched violently.

"These are all our people?" Ivan turned his head in shock and said, "But...this is not Hoffenheim's jersey, we are in blue shirts and white trousers..."

"It has been changed." Zhang Xian said, "Two years ago, Hoffenheim acquired SC Villa and Newcastle Warriors, and redesigned the black and red home jersey!"

Ivan's heart trembled.

"So... so, now... how many registered fans of Hoffenheim are...?"

"Thirty thousand!"