Chapter 694: Heroes Have No Return

【Winners】

A banner with English text hung at the very front of the bus.

According to statistics from Bild, approximately 700,000 fans participated in this Dortmund treble parade.

700,000 fans attending the celebration—what concept does that represent?

Borussia Dortmund had broken the historical record for the number of fans at a Bundesliga team's championship parade!

Boom! Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

The scene was filled with incessant drumming and fans' screams, while yellow smoke set off by supporters billowed on both sides of the bus.

As the driver for Borussia Dortmund's bus, you had to be extremely careful while driving.

Due to the yellow smoke and the fans on the road, your visibility was less than 10 meters.

"I can't see! Hey! I can't see!"

The driver's voice came from below.

"Damn, haha!"

Escriva laughed loudly, clearly not yet realizing the severity of the situation.

As the yellow smoke grew thicker, the players on the top deck of the bus finally heard the driver's shouts.

"I'll do it!"

With the team in trouble, Tang Ye felt it was his duty and stepped forward immediately.

Going down the stairs to the first level of the bus, Tang Ye and Pogba walked toward the driver's seat.

"Wait, are you sure you can handle this?"

Pogba looked at Tang Ye beside him.

"Absolutely!"

Tang Ye shouted, displaying the three championship medals around his neck: "Champion midfielder! Do you know what a champion midfielder is, Paul? I need to step up when you need me; that's what a champion midfielder is!"

"..."

"Tom, are you sure?"

The driver hadn't expected Dortmund's solution to be having Tang Ye come down to help.

A top-tier midfielder's vision, driving a bus through the smoke!

Hmm, that actually sounded quite reasonable!

But...

"Are you sure you know how to drive this vehicle?"

The driver looked Tang Ye up and down with a skeptical expression.

"Just watch me!"

As soon as Tang Ye took the seat, a collective "Wow!" immediately rose from the street.

"Run!"

"Tom is driving!"

"Hurry, run!"

"Ahhh!!!!"

For some reason, the fans in front of the bus suddenly panicked and scrambled to both sides of the road.

"Murder!"

"Tom is driving!"

"Fuck! No!"

Dortmund's fans were visibly panicking; minor stampedes had already occurred on both sides of the road, and fans in the middle kept trying to squeeze their way out.

"Hey!"

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Tang Ye spread his right hand: "Why are you running? Hey!"

"No!"

"Come on, believe me! I can drive!"

"Hey!"

He shouted repeatedly, but the fans around the bus seemed not to hear Tang Ye's words and ran off on their own.

"..."

The driver beside him widened his eyes.

The club's decision-makers must have included a genius; otherwise, they never would have thought of sending Tang Ye down to clear the fans from the road.

"Hey! No!"

The bus was safe now, but Tang Ye, sitting in the driver's seat, was extremely displeased.

What was supposed to be a challenging drive through smoke now had no obstacles left, only two police cars with flashing lights ahead.

The German police were truly outrageous; they only started working after the fans had scattered to both sides of the street.

"They should write me a letter of thanks!"

Tang Ye said: "Because I did their job for them."

"..."

After circling halfway through the city center, the bus stopped at a pre-arranged performance stage.

Amidst the cheers and songs of the fans, the players on the bus disembarked one by one.

"Dortmund!"

"Dortmund!"

Escriba cradled the Bundesliga champion shield, while Haaland hoisted the DFB-Pokal trophy.

The Champions League's Big Ears trophy was shared between Tang Ye and Reus; the team's star player and captain each gripped one ear of the trophy, walking slowly toward the center of the stage.

Click-click!

Click-click!!!

"Wow! Dortmund! Dortmund! Dortmund!"

Turning to face the fans, Tang Ye and Reus exchanged a glance, then suddenly hoisted the trophy high.

"Wow!!!!"

"Haha!"

Click-click!

According to the schedule, the victory parade included arranged song and dance performances.

But the densely packed crowd below the stage kept shouting "TY! TY!" There was no choice but to move the schedule forward.

The host walked up to Tang Ye with a microphone.

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

"Tang Ye!"

Tang Ye took the microphone.

"Wow!! Tang Ye!"

"Um... thank you, thank you all."

Tang Ye nodded in acknowledgment in every direction.

Just moments ago overflowing with joy, now faced with an interview, Tang Ye's expression instantly turned serious, even carrying a hint of melancholy in the frame.

As he prepared to answer the host's question, the venue suddenly fell silent. Even the fans playing with smoke bombs on the periphery stopped what they were doing.

"Um... since it's an official announcement, it must be true. After my contract for this season fully ends, I will return to Manchester..."

"Oh!"

"No, Tom! Tom!"

"Don't go back to the Premier League unless you run me over with your car!"

"Tang Ye!"

"..."

"Ahem, I won't run you over with my car. That was just one driving mistake, but I guarantee my driving skills are excellent, haha!"

"But, um, that's not the focus today; let's not talk about that."

"... Actually, I still have quite a lot I want to say to you. Ever since I first arrived at this club last year, I've received so much support, both from the club itself and from all of you. I'm incredibly grateful for the tifos and support banners you displayed in the stands for me. I can assure you, I still remember the content of every single tifo, haha."

It sounded a bit like a joke, but it was indeed the truth.

"However..."

"I cannot stay in Dortmund forever. Although I love this place, strictly speaking, after this season ends, I will no longer be a Dortmund player."

"No!!! Tom!!! No!!!"

"Just run me over and be done with it!"

"..."