What had happened to Mitisy had shocked the masses of online viewers. It was as if they had always thought that the other party was a pitiful child, only to find out that the other party's family had a mine.
The other party's family really had a mine. Not only did they have a mine, but they also had a throne. Although there was no longer an emperor, the Mars family's status in Mazhou was transcendent, and their nature was more or less the same.
Fans who had been shedding tears because of Mitisy's regretful retirement forcefully held back their tears.
Meanwhile, those haters who had publicly flamed Mitisy were racking their brains to think of ways to take back their words.
A certain editor, who had been writing "The undeniable facts behind the failure of the eternal number two," nimbly deleted the almost finished draft with one click, leaving no trace behind. Then he started writing "The years the tennis prince struggled while hiding his surname."
Many people were complaining that Mitisy had cheated others, but a portion of people who understood the Mars family could empathize with Mitisy's actions.
Not everyone with the Mars family's bloodline could have this surname. Mitisy had not written his surname on his identity card in the past. Perhaps it had not been intentional, but he had not been able to have this surname at the time.
That was indeed the case. Mitisy had only obtained the surname "Mars" later on, but he had not updated his identity information. However, the family had already acknowledged that after his retirement, he would start a new life with a new identity. His identity card would also carry the glorious family surname "Mars."
The press conference was still ongoing. Mitisy did not become complacent because of this surname. He expressed that this surname was both an honor and an even greater responsibility. In the past, it had been Mitisy as a tennis player. After today, it would be Mitisy as a member of the Mars family. Together with the other members of the Mars family, he would make Mazhou a better place.
At the same time, elsewhere in Mazhou, at the scene of a certain commercial product launch, an elderly member of the Mars family was asked about Mitisy by a reporter. He laughed and said, "What we examine is ability, temperament, character, and other overall qualities..." They had rather strict requirements for their descendants. Even though Mitisy had not been able to obtain the Spartacus Cup trophy, he had already proven himself and passed the family's test.
While others did not know what the Mars family elder was thinking, Zaro's father, who was far away in Leizhou, felt that this bunch of people were stabbing at his heart with every word. They were really poking where it hurt!
He looked at other people's children and then at his own idiot who did not have any self-awareness. He was panicking!
If he didn't work hard, he would be a burden to the family!
Recently, Zaro was eager to fry walnuts. Because of the sudden walnut craze, Zaro was tempted again. He sent two walnuts to the old man. The old man, who was biased to begin with, was happy and did not stop Zaro from frying walnuts. He only told Zaro to pay a certain amount of tax.
In this aspect, the old master was very strict. Zaro also knew the old master's bottom line. After probing the old master's attitude, Zaro rubbed his fists and prepared to go all out.
However, just as Zaro was plotting with his agent, the incident with Mitisy in Mazhou had aroused the vigilance of Zaro's father. He could not allow this idiot to continue acting so impudently!
Zaro's father couldn't really keep an eye on him all the time, and he didn't have the time either. The last time he had brought Zaro back to give him a beating, the old master had called him over for a chat. How infuriating!
What was he supposed to do with that idiot?
Unable to excel in literature or martial arts, lacking in IQ or talent, Zaro's father decided to kick this idiot out to help the poor.
Mitisy's retirement press conference had not only caused a storm in the Mazhou region, but it had also affected other continents. Mitisy himself had no idea. After the press conference, he had disappeared. Some people said that he had participated in the family business, while others joked that Mitisy was undergoing training to "inherit the throne." However, everyone's various guesses were merely joking. Because everyone knew that there were many people in the Ma 'ersi clan and that there wasn't just one Mitisy. "Inheriting the throne" was just a joke.
Of course, it was also because of the "Ma 'ersi" surname that no matter how people joked, they wouldn't have any ill intentions.
And this actually didn't have much of an impact on people from other continents. At the time, they might be a little interested, but they would just treat it as news and throw it to the back of their minds. For example, Fang Zhao's team had missions on them. They didn't have that much time to join the Mazhou natives in watching the commotion.
In the following days, they roamed all over the place … collecting materials, composing, and holding team meetings every two or three days. The team had at least half a year to compose an album with the theme of the Spartacus Cup. Now, the most important thing was to take advantage of the Spartacus Cup to experience the atmosphere and the charm and inner spirit of sports.
Today, Fang Zhao followed a few seniors out to collect materials. After dinner, the others either returned to the hotel or had other activities. Fang Zhao didn't follow them out. He went to a small park not far from the hotel for a run. The hotel gym was crowded and noisy. Fang Zhao preferred to run in places like the park. However, the park was only quieter at night, so Fang Zhao chose this time to run.
There were many hotels nearby, and there were more foreigners. Few people came to the park to run at night. Everyone was used to the gym and didn't like running outside. Furthermore, it was already late, so non-locals were even less willing to run in the park.
Fang Zhao ran two laps in the park and bumped into someone.
The other party looked very young, like a student who hadn't graduated yet. He was wearing a retro punk-style hoodie and ran over to strike up a conversation.
"Hey, bro, running? How many laps have you done? "the person asked.
"Two laps," Fang Zhao replied.
"I just started running. There are so few people out to run at this time. Are you a professional athlete? "
"No."
"I'm not either, but I will be soon. Right now, I'm just a nobody, not worth mentioning. Just passerby A. What about you? "
"Passerby B."
"Hahaha, bro, you are so funny!" the other party guffawed.
Fang Zhao: "..."
"It's so boring to be alone. Let me run with you," the other party said.
"No need."
"You're welcome!"
"Really."
"All right then, you run first."
After Fang Zhao had run for a while, the other party stretched his limbs and started running.
He followed behind Fang Zhao, keeping a certain distance from him. He planned to maintain this distance. Because he was in a good mood, he even hummed a little tune. If his coach heard him, he would surely start scolding him, but the coach wasn't around.
Today was his first time in Mazhou. He had been headhunted by a certain club manager. In the past, he hadn't understood competitive sports. Other than his family's business, he hadn't paid much attention to anything else. This time, in order to start a new life in Mazhou and become a professional athlete, he had done some research on some of Mazhou's famous athletes. The person in front of him seemed a little familiar. Perhaps it was because the lighting was dim and he couldn't see clearly, but he was sure he wasn't on the list of names he had seen in the documents.
If he couldn't remember, then he wouldn't think about it. In any case, he was definitely not an important person.
He had just said to Fang Zhao that he was "a nobody, not worth mentioning," but that was just verbal modesty. In fact, he had high aspirations. His hometown had many mountains, so the tourism industry was more developed. Every day, he would go up and down the mountains to fetch tourists and help run errands. Practically every day was spent running. The locals were all good runners, and he was the best runner in his town. Today, he had met a few of his colleagues at the club and felt that their abilities were only so-so. No wonder the manager had gone all the way to other continents to headhunt people. The legends of the Marzu Sports Continent were indeed exaggerated.
At this moment, he just couldn't sleep. He hadn't adjusted to the time difference, so he simply didn't feel sleepy. He also wasn't used to the gym, so he had searched for a map and left his apartment to run here. In any case, there wasn't anyone else running in the park. There was only one person in front of him, so he would accompany him and run for a while as a warm-up. After the other party left, he would continue running for another hour and return to the club … Then he would run for another two hours. One hour was too short. It was no different from a warm-up … Or perhaps, three hours? Anyway, he had nothing to do. He might as well expend some energy. Perhaps he could fall asleep when he was tired.
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