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The sun was dazzling, and the young man stood in front of him with the light behind him, smiling brightly and brightly, with clean brows and high spirits.The young man put his hands on his hips and could not hide his confidence and ambition in his tone:

"I signed up for this year's draft! Jiang Zhiyu, let's make a bet! I will definitely debut, and you will definitely win the championship. Let's stand at the top together and become the stars at the top of the pyramid!"

Those words are still echoing in my ears.

The picture suddenly shattered.

The painkillers gradually took effect, and Jiang Zhiyu's hands were shaking uncontrollably. He clenched his forearm tightly, feeling the slight rise and fall of scar growth on his forearm, and then took a deep breath.

"Zhiyu? Zhiyu? Are you listening?" Lin Shi's voice brought him back to reality, "In this case, I will go over to you now and we will talk face to face."

"Brother Lin," Jiang Zhiyu interrupted him, and his cold voice was transmitted to Lin Shi through the mobile phone, slightly distorted, "You know my illness. I have been stopping medication in order not to affect the game, but now... it is getting worse and I can't control it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Shi's heavy breathing came through the receiver. He opened his mouth, but not a word came out.

He knew better than anyone what Jiang Zhiyu was carrying.

It's not a championship halo or a sky-high contract, but a crack that may collapse at any time and that even he himself can't control.

"Have you gone for a review?" After a long time, Lin Shi asked awkwardly.

"Checked." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was very calm. "The doctor suggested that you stop high-intensity training immediately, change the environment, and take a complete rest for a period of time."

"...I understand."

Both ends fell into silence at the same time, leaving only the hum of the computer host running.

"Then... what are your plans next?" Lin Shi's voice became much lower, no longer persuading, but a question that was almost resigned to his fate.

Jiang Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked out the window blocked by the curtains.Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to be able to see the scattered stars twinkling in the dark night.

He exhaled softly: "I'm going to the draft."

Not retirement, not rest.

It is to complete a unique dream again, with another identity.

Although Lin Shi was still in the shock of "the only prominent player in his club suddenly wanting to cross over", his body was already like a worried mother, silently arranging everything for Jiang Zhiyu.

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