A flight from Madrid slowly landed at Capital Airport in Beijing.
Wei Zhen had been waiting at the arrivals area for some time. From a distance, he saw Yang Yang slowly making his way over.
He was dressed in sportswear for summer, wearing oversized black sunglasses and pulling a suitcase. Along the way, he chatted and laughed merrily with several foreign passengers from the same flight, talking animatedly. They only waved goodbye after leaving the arrivals gate.
The next moment, Yang Yang saw Wei Zhen suddenly appear beside him like a ghost.
"Who were those people?" Wei Zhen casually took Yang Yang's suitcase and pointed toward the backs of the departing foreign passengers.
"Executives from a multinational company in Spain. They're in Beijing on business. We were on the same flight and all sat in first class. They're all Real Madrid fans, so we chatted for a bit." Yang Yang replied with a casual smile.
Back in his homeland, he was in an especially good mood.
How should he put it?
It was a feeling that could only be understood, not described.
Although he had grown accustomed to playing football in Europe over the years, if he truly had to choose, he still preferred his own country. Especially after landing, when all he could hear was familiar Chinese—it felt wonderful.
"Let's go home." Yang Yang draped an arm over Wei Zhen's shoulder and urged him on.
A lot of what people saw in the media was fake.
For example, staged airport photos of some celebrity, or reports of fans going to the airport to receive someone.
Based on Yang Yang's own experience, those things were definitely arranged deliberately.
Generally speaking, if he returned to China and wanted to avoid the media and fans, it was incredibly easy. Unless he