Chapter 620 The morning after becoming the champion
"The newspaper is here!"
A man riding a scooter, whose age could not be identified by wearing a helmet, picked up a stack of newspapers on the pedals of the scooter and placed it at the entrance of the supermarket chain.
Then he drove the battery car again into the early morning night. Behind him, a uniformed supermarket employee came out, picked up the newspaper and walked into the store. He began to unpack the newspapers and distribute them to the newspaper racks.
Nowadays, newsstands have completely disappeared from the streets and alleys of Jincheng, and with electronic reading taking an absolute dominance, traditional paper media are almost in a desperate situation, especially newspapers.
Nowadays, only traces of newspapers can be seen near the checkout counters of these supermarket chains.
Many people have no habit of buying a newspaper home.
There are too many apps on the Internet to replace the newspapers. Their content is richer and more comprehensive.
Those traditional newspapers have also transformed into new media business.
But there are always some things that cannot be replaced by the data on the Internet.
Before dawn, there were office workers who got up early to catch the bus to work and walked into this chain supermarket next to the bus station with a damp and cold feeling.
"Here comes a box of milk and two pork buns." The office worker pointed to the box of milk scalding in the rice cooker next to the cashier and the buns next to it.
While waiting for the cashier to bag the bags and take out the milk cartons to wipe away the water, the office worker casually turned around and looked around the cashier to pass the time.
His eyes finally fell on the row of newspaper racks.
Or rather, newspapers on the rack.
The front page cover is turned outside to reveal the name and main content of the newspaper, making it easier for readers to choose and decide whether to buy it or not.
The first thing office workers see is a copy of Jincheng Business News. Under the registration are two photos, one on the left and one on the left.
The picture on the left shows Qin Lin wearing a red Flashing Star jersey. He is raising his arms to wave.
The photo on the right is a photo of the entire Shining Star team surrounded by the Chinese Super League championship trophy "Dragon Cup" and the sky filled with ribbons and confetti.
Underneath these two photos is a title, the first half of which is under the photo on the left, which reads: "Farewell to the old days,"
Below the photo on the right is the second half of the title: "Welcome to the new era!"
The office worker reached out and took the newspaper off the newspaper rack and put it together on the cashier: "Another newspaper."
After paying with his mobile phone, he held the box of milk in his hand and hooked the plastic bag with the buns with his little finger. As he walked out of the small supermarket, he opened the newspaper and looked so focused that he even forgot to eat the breakfast in his hand.
When the bus came, he put away the newspaper, swiped his card and got on the bus. There were no seats left, so he could only hold on to a hanging ring and barely stand.
The newspaper was tucked under his arm and he couldn't take it out, and he couldn't eat breakfast in the swaying car.
He saw a young boy sitting next to him, looking intently at the newspaper in his hand.
Not Jincheng Business News, but Jincheng Evening News.
The photo is slightly different from the one in the business newspaper, but the story is the same.
Title: ""Miracle of Shining Stars" - China's version of "Miracle of Roses"! 》
So the office worker turned slightly sideways and tilted his head to look at the newspaper in the boy's hand. The letters were a little small and the car was still shaking a little, but the office worker still frowned slightly and looked at it intently.
They weren't the only ones on the bus reading newspapers.
After the bus left the station, some people quickly came to the station and continued to wait for the next bus.
In the small supermarket diagonally behind the station, another person walked in.
He didn't search the shelves at the back or buy breakfast. Instead, he walked to the newspaper rack and took down every newspaper with the news that Flash Star won the Chinese Super League championship on the front page.
After folding a thick pile, he put it on the cashier: "Buy a newspaper."
The elderly cashier was shocked: "Buy so much? Does anyone still read so many newspapers now?"
The customer smiled and said: "Don't look at it, just collect it."
"Collection?" The cashier aunt was even more surprised.
The customer pointed to the photo and headline on the front page of the top newspaper.
"We are the champions!" 》
The Star players holding the trophy collectively ran toward the camera. The background was the stands and ceiling of the Provincial Sports Center that were stretched and deformed by the ultra-wide-angle lens, as well as the fireworks rising in the night sky.
"I'm going to buy all the newspapers on the market about Flash Star being the champion, and then put them up." The customer smiled and looked at the newspapers as if he were looking at his treasure, and at the same time, he said: Explaining, "Now that all the newsstands are gone, it's not easy to buy all those newspapers..."
No matter how much the cashier doesn’t watch or pay attention to football, she still can’t understand when she sees this scene. She asked: “Is it because our city’s team became the champion?”
"Yes, our city. Jincheng, Anton, the first Chinese Super League champion in history." The customer said happily. "So I want to collect all today's newspapers that reported on this matter. Many years later, I think these are witnesses of history."
"Then let me get you a plastic bag..." The cashier looked outside. It hadn't rained yet, but the weather forecast said there would be light rain today.
"No, I brought a bag." The customer shrank his shoulders and slid a backpack out from behind. "Waterproof."
He opened the zipper to reveal some newspapers inside.
The aunt smiled: "You are well prepared..."
The customer didn't say anything this time. He paid, put all the newspapers into his backpack one by one, zipped it up, and turned around and walked out the door.
The cashier lady went to get the breakfast she had already heated from the microwave in the store, preparing to take some time to eat.
This is a chain supermarket that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of Jincheng. The story that happened here this morning is also constantly being played out in the streets and alleys of this city.
There is not only one person who can think of buying today's newspapers and collecting them.
In addition to newspapers, the entertainment screens on the subway buses are also full of news reports related to yesterday's game.
Some people did not look at the screen on noisy public transportation that could not even hear the sound. Instead, they looked down at their mobile phones, which still showed news about the crowning of the new king of the Chinese Super League.
Players such as Hu Lai, Qin Lin, Chen Xingyi and others appear repeatedly in every corner of the city.
Chen Xingyi’s goal, Hu Lai’s buzzer beater, Qin Lin waving goodbye, the whole team cheered as they lifted the trophy...
This big city with a population of more than 10 million once again shares the same fate because of football.
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Wang Yuan, who was making breakfast for Qin Qi in the kitchen, saw her husband walking downstairs and her eyes widened in surprise: "Why did you get up so early?"
"Morning exercise..." Qin Lin, who was wearing sportswear, said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Morning exercise, what morning exercise? My brother Lin, you have retired!"
Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and smiled himself.
Yes, I retired.
No more training day after day to maintain physical condition.
But his body has memorized this rhythm...
"Why don't you go back and sleep for a while? I'll make breakfast for you after I send Qiqi back." Wang Yuan said and turned around and entered the kitchen.
Qin Lin did not go back, but continued to walk to the dining table, sat down and watched his wife working in the kitchen.
"I can't sleep anyway."
"Then you watch TV." The wife said without looking back.
"No, turn on the TV. It's probably all news about us winning the championship. I'm tired of watching it."
Wang Yuan looked back at Qin Lin and found that the latter was supporting his chin with one hand, leaning on the dining table and looking at her.
So she asked: "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you." Qin Lin did not look away.
"Hey, aren't you tired of watching me?" Wang Yuan smiled slightly.
"No." Qin Lin shook his head gently.
"I hate it." Wang Yuan rolled her eyes at her husband, then turned back and continued her work.
At this time, footsteps were heard upstairs, and their child Qin Qi jumped down from upstairs: "Mom, is breakfast ready... Uh, Dad? You didn't go for morning exercise?"
He looked at Qin Lin in surprise.
"What about morning exercises? I'm retired." Qin Lin said.
"You can still practice in the morning after you retire, Dad. You can't just gain weight like blowing up a balloon as soon as you retire, right? I won't let you watch my games then..."
Qin Lin heard his wife's chuckle in the kitchen. He glared hard at his son and decided to go out for morning exercise.
After persisting for so many years, my body is like a machine that keeps running. It feels a little uncomfortable when it suddenly stops...
He tightened the smart watch on his wrist, changed into his sneakers at the door, opened the door and ran out.
Then the courtyard door opened and closed, and rhythmic footsteps extended toward the forest park.
That was his old morning jog route.
He had to first pass by the huge single-family villa with a football field in the back garden not far next door.
As he ran by, he heard no movement from the room or from the court behind the house.
None of those young people should have gotten up.
Thinking of the carnival celebration last night and into the middle of the night, a gentle smile appeared on the boss's face.
For the first time in their lives, let them have a good sleep...
He withdrew his gaze and ran past the villa with rhythmic footsteps.
In the room of that villa, the young people were sleeping soundly on their own beds, snoring everywhere, and occasionally talking in their sleep.
The morning after becoming the Chinese Super League champion was noisy and exciting, but also quiet.
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PS, this is the first update today.
Last night, I moved the update that was supposed to be at this time today, so that everyone can enjoy it in one go.
It just so happens that this chapter is originally about something that happened one morning, so it’s particularly appropriate to read it in the morning...
Next comes the time of the sage, today’s update.
Will resume two more updates tomorrow.
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