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After Lin Yuan finished training, he couldn't wait to drag his sister away. He didn't want her to stay here any longer. If he stayed for a while, his sister's soul would be snatched away by Coach Gao...

Lin Sisi, who was pulled away by Lin Yuan, was indeed very reluctant, turning her head three times at every step. She still couldn't say the invitation for a date, and lost the scene at that moment, as if she lost her courage all at once.

The other children were picked up by their parents one after another, and the stadium where the football training class was located gradually became quiet and deserted.

The sun was slanting to the west, and the shadow of a row of simple houses beside the stadium was stretched very long, projected onto the stadium. It was already very late, and if the lights were not turned on, it would be impossible to play football here at night.

Naturally, Yang Wenlong's training class has no money to pay high electricity bills - the lighting of the stadium is very expensive - so it is closed at night. In fact, if many children come to learn how to play football at night, it is not impossible to pay some electricity bills and start a class at night, but there is no such source of students.

In fact, Yang Wenlong's football training class only has two classes on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. There are not so many children who are interested in football, and there are only a handful of parents who are willing to spend money to send their children to play football.

The status quo of Chinese football is like this dilapidated stadium, no one wants to have anything to do with football. If you really send your child to play football, then this life will be ruined-no biological parent is willing to do such a thing.

Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong put all the training equipment into the warehouse. He locked the door, took out the key, and prepared to go out for dinner.

At this moment, he was held back by Yang Wenlong.

"what do you think?"

Seeing Director Yang's serious face, Gao Zheng was a little surprised and flustered, and quickly argued: "I really don't care about Lin Yuan's sister, old man, don't think too much about it. Don't worry, I will never do anything to defile you. The matter of honor in our training class..."

Yang Wenlong didn't expect Gao Zheng to answer like this, he patted Gao Zheng's head angrily: "What are you thinking! That's not what I asked!"

Gao Zheng patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief: "It's okay..."

"What's the matter? I'm asking about your future plans!"

Gao Zheng put his hand on his heart.

"Old Gao called me today."

"My Father?"

Yang Wenlong nodded: "He asked me to persuade you to go back to college."

Gao Zheng fell silent.

"I think what your father said makes sense. According to regulations, national first-class athletes under the age of 22 enjoy the special university recruitment policy. If you are under 20, you can go to university and find a job after graduation... "

Gao Zheng shook his head and refused very simply: "I won't go."

Yang Wenlong wasn't surprised by his attitude, and didn't even persuade him much, but threw out another plan: "Then you give me a coach certificate and become a coach."

Gao Zheng frowned: "I'm not expected to be a coach. I can't manage myself well, so why do I care about others?"

The two of them were like "soldiers coming to cover up water and earth", Yang Wenlong's proposal would be rejected by Gao Zheng for various reasons.

Until Yang Wenlong suddenly asked: "Then do you still want to play football?"

Gao Zheng opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"Speak, weren't you pretty good at talking just now?"

Gao Zheng could only shake his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know? Then what game do you go out and play against people every week?"

"I didn't do it to make money. It's all amateur competitions, and the whole cost of living..." Gao Zheng said with a smile.

"Why don't you sign a contract with me if you want to make money? You need to be a 'mercenary' if you get paid every month? You know how the Internet scolds you, right?"

Gao Zheng looked nonchalantly, and cast his eyes on the field. Some parts of the artificial turf had been worn down.

The asphalt ground inside is exposed, like black holes on the field.

"Old man, I don't think your training class looks rich, does it?"

"It's still not a problem to raise you...Stop talking nonsense, you have to give me an accurate word today! To kick or not to kick!"

"I'm just kicking, at least once a week, at most three..." Facing Director Yang's anger, Gao Zheng was still grinning.

"You know what I'm talking about kicking."

Gao Zheng had a look of embarrassment on his face: "Old man, I'm hungry, can we talk about it another day?"

"No! You have to make it clear to Lao Tzu today. You have been with me for almost a year. If you don't want to play football, what do you practice with Lao Tzu every morning and evening?"

"This... isn't it necessary to play games every week to make money, and of course to maintain a competitive state..."

"Drink less alcohol, don't smoke, and play a fucking wild ball and still be so serious about staying in shape? Are you lying to me that you don't know how to play?"

Gao Zheng was speechless.

"If you don't go home, you can't go to school, you don't have a job, you don't even want to pay you, just live in this dilapidated house and practice twice a day... You fucking live like an ascetic here. What?" Yang Wenlong questioned.

Gao Zheng couldn't give any answer, because he didn't have an answer to this question in his heart.

Seeing Gao Zheng bowed his head and said nothing, Yang Wenlong said angrily: "If you can't make up your mind, I will help you!" After speaking, he picked up the broom in hand, "I broke your leg and made you die completely!" Heart to play football!"

"Stop making trouble, old man!" Gao Zheng quickly jumped up to hide.

"Who messed with you? I'm serious!" Yang Wenlong raised his broom again as he spoke.

Seeing this, Gao Zheng ran away.

Yang Wenlong waved his broom and chased after him: "You brat, don't run away!"

"I'm a fool if I don't run!" Gao Zheng ran even faster.

The two people, one old and one young, started chasing each other on the football field.

But Yang Wenlong is sixty years old after all, how could he catch up with a young man full of energy? After the two of them ran two laps, he was so tired that he sat on the ground, out of breath.

Only then did Gao Zheng approach cautiously: "Old man, why are you doing this..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Wenlong suddenly threw the broom in his hand, and Gao Zheng deftly turned around to dodge, letting the broom pass by.

"Wow, you're cheating!" He pointed at Director Yang, yelling exaggeratedly and artificially.

However, Yang Wenlong snorted: "Aren't you very flexible, boy? Wasn't the turnaround you just dodged very fast? Doesn't your left foot look like it's been operated on?"

Gao Zheng was stunned.

"Your feet, have you rested enough?" Yang Wenlong, who was sitting on the ground, lifted his chin towards Gao Zheng's left foot.

"My foot..." Gao Zheng looked down at his left foot.

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