Super Marshal

Since the youth training center is still under construction, for safety reasons, separation boards have been erected between the training ground and the construction site.

When Gao Han was walking on the edge of the training ground, he heard the sound of kicking a ball from the other side of the partition, and the sound of a young child counting, and he had already counted to 100.

This made him a little curious, so he got closer to the partition board, and through the gap he could vaguely see a child playing football behind him. He was about eight or nine years old, short and thin, and he was practicing his own ball over there. , counting.

But I don’t know if I was too focused on it and forgot about it after counting.

The child sighed dejectedly, grabbed a book from the ground, looked at the setting sun, and murmured to himself: "It seems that the posture is wrong, isn't it like this?"

After reading the book for a while, I put it down and started practicing again.

Gao Han looked at the isolation board with some curiosity. Could it be that the students did not go home with their parents and hid themselves to practice more?

Thinking of this, Gao Han quickly walked towards the passage and came to the other end of the isolation board.

The child turned his back to Gao Han and was very focused on practicing. He counted softly in his mouth. Gao Han didn't hear the exact number.

Gao Han walked near him, squatted down, picked up the book from the ground, took a look at the cover, and burst into laughter.

It turns out that this book is so old that it looks like a bargain bought from a street stall, but it has an awesome title, A Quick Guide to Football Stars.

Looking back at the content in the book, it's not a lie, it's just some very simple and basic things. For example, children are now learning how to throw a ball according to the content in the book.

Suddenly, Gao Han's mind flashed to a strange old man who was selling books at a vegetable market stall and said to the child: "Kid, I see your bones are amazing. You are really a one-of-a-kind football prodigy, the one who will revitalize Chinese football." The important task is left to you.”

"I have a quick manual for football stars here. If you practice according to it, it will guarantee that you will become a generation of football kings. It is fate that we meet today. I will sell it to you cheaper. If you can't buy it for ten yuan, you will suffer a loss. You can buy it for ten yuan. Don’t be fooled.”

When he thought of this paragraph, he smiled out loud.

When the child who was practicing throwing the ball heard the noise, Huo Di turned his head and saw a strange guy holding his book. He immediately stretched out his hand and shouted loudly: "Bring my book."

Gao Han found it interesting. He looked at the book in his hand, then looked at the child opposite, and asked, "Why are you practicing here?"

The child's eyes clearly flashed with panic, but he pretended to be calm and replied: "You don't have to worry about it."

Gao Han was thoughtful and suddenly said, "Oh, it turns out you have been peeking at their training."

"I..." The child was exposed on the spot and panicked.

"Tell me, who are you?" Gao Han knew it by heart, "Tell me, and I will return the book to you."

The child was as panicked as if he had done something terribly wrong, and was very restless.

"Don't worry, if you tell the truth, I won't embarrass you."

It was as if Gao Han's words gave the child courage, and he asked, "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course, tell me."

"My dad is a steel worker at the construction site opposite. I came here during the summer vacation."

Gao Han understood. It turned out to be a left-behind child who came to BJ to find his parents during the summer vacation.

"Then why are you peeking here and hiding yourself to practice football?"

The child looked at Gao Han nervously. In his eyes, stealing lessons was a very serious matter, because on the first day he came to BJ, his parents told him that every child who plays football here in the future must pay It costs more than 10,000 yuan, and only rich people can enter and study.

"It's okay, let's talk about it." Gao Han smiled and handed over the book in his hand.

It seemed that the act of returning the book, coupled with Gao Han's harmless and kind expression, made the child relax his vigilance. After taking the book, he stared at Gao Han blankly, his big round eyes seeming to glow.

"I hope to be able to play football, pass their assessment, and stay here to study."

Gao Han's eyes widened when he heard it, and when he thought about it again, he felt that it was quite unpleasant.

After this child came to BJ, I am afraid that every time he thinks about leaving his parents and returning to his hometown to study after the summer vacation, he will feel sad.

"Do your parents know?" Gao Han asked with concern.

The child shook his head, "They are very busy and work overtime all day long."

This is true, because the construction period is very tight, and the construction company is constantly working overtime. For this reason, Gao Han has already warned many times to ensure the safety of workers.

"Then what have you learned?" Gao Han suddenly asked with interest.

The child was a little timid, "I learned everything they taught me, except for the so-called sense of ball, but they didn't teach some basic skills, such as throwing the ball or anything like that, so I had to learn it by myself." .”

Gao Han heard a puff and was amused.

Youth training in Spain generally does not pay much attention to some basic movements such as bumping the ball, because no matter how good the bumping the ball is, it is simply not practical on the court, and the practice is meaningless. The feeling of the ball must be strengthened over time. No.

When Gao Han told this to the child, the child looked at the book in his hand depressedly and realized that he had been wasting his efforts in the past period of time, so he immediately threw the deceptive book on the ground. .

"Uncle, what you said makes sense. Are you a coach? Can you teach me how to play football?" The child's eyes were full of prayer.

Gao Han nodded, "Actually, the most basic things are the same, just what you see. The difference is that if you want to be chosen by them, you have to keep training every day without slacking off at all, but Most kids can’t do it.”

"I can definitely do it." The child said firmly.

It was obvious that he was willing to do anything as long as it allowed him to stay in BJ and stay with his parents.

"Well, courage is commendable, but you still have to persevere." Gao Han smiled encouragingly.

In fact, he really doesn't think this kid can improve much in just one summer vacation. After all, playing football is a craft that relies on accumulation over time and perseverance, and cannot be achieved overnight.

But at this time, he suddenly discovered a very interesting thing. It turned out that the child didn't recognize him.

It seems that he is not a fan at all on weekdays, maybe he has never even touched football.

Just as Gao Han was thinking about it, the child seemed to suddenly remember something and jumped up.

"It's broken, it's broken. I missed the time. I have to go back and cook quickly. Goodbye, uncle."

"goodbye."

Just when Gao Han was about to wave his hand, he suddenly felt his eyes light up.

It turned out that the child was like a sharp arrow, sprinting past him at a very fast speed.

Gao Han was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide. While he could still see the figure, his eyes locked on the child.

Gao Ren, nine years old, potential: 190.

"What?" Gao Han was even more surprised.

The potential value actually reached 190. This is the potential of a top superstar, and he is so fast.

"This kid can do it." Gao Han immediately smiled.

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"Gao Ren, did you go and watch someone play football again today? You even forgot to come back and cook."

As night fell, Gao Ren and his parents sat around a square table cut out of a cement template in front of a simple mobile home on the construction site. On it were placed two hot dishes and three bowls of steaming porridge.

The weather was hot. How could Gao Dazhu and his wife, who had just come down from the construction site, eat such hot food?

The child Gao Ren knew that he had made a mistake and stood aside with his head lowered, not daring to say a word.

"I've told you many times, don't go and watch other people play football. That doesn't belong to us. Your task now is to concentrate on studying, get good grades, get into a good university in the future, and find a good job. Then I It’s worth working so hard with your mother.”

Gao Dazhu, who works diligently on the construction site on weekdays and is a simple and honest person, still looks very majestic as a father in front of his son.

On the contrary, it was the mother who heard her husband lecturing her son and patted Gao Dazhu on the shoulder, "Why are you so stubborn? I don't even think about how long it took for my son to live with us for a while. It's rare for him to be interested. Let him see it, it doesn’t cost anything anyway, besides, isn’t his academic performance always the best in the class?”

"That's not enough." Gao Dazhu sighed, "It's not like you don't know about our school in the countryside. Not to mention compared to BJ, it can't compare with the county. Can we, the number one primary school in the countryside, get into a good junior high school? Can I get into a good university?"

My mother was immediately speechless.

The schools in their rural areas are indeed incomparable to those outside, they are worlds apart.

They had also considered bringing Gao Ren over to study in BJ, but they had no choice. They couldn't get into public schools, and they couldn't afford the high tuition fees in private schools, so in the end they had no choice but to send Gao Han back to his hometown. Went to study.

Fortunately, this child is also sensible and strives for success, and his academic performance has always been among the best, which makes them feel relieved.

"Dad, Mom, tell me, if I can pass their selection, can I stay in BJ and study in that prestigious school you mentioned?" Gao Ren suddenly asked.

Gao Dazhu and his wife looked at each other, but they didn't expect their son to have such thoughts.

"Don't think too much, son. I heard that they have very high requirements for selection. Have you ever played football before? Is there football in the primary school in our village?"

Gao Ren's answer was to shake his head. He only came into contact with football in the past few days.

Even his football was bought after a long time of hard work because his father promised to give him a gift after he passed the double-hundred exam. But now that he plays football, he doesn't even have a pair of shoes and can only practice with bare feet.

"If nothing else, think about it, even if you are really selected, can we afford the tuition fee of 10,000 yuan?"

His father's words were serious, but they shocked the precocious Gao Ren.

Yes, even if he passes the selection by playing football, so what?

He still doesn't have the money to go to school, does he?

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat, eat." Mother hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

But at this moment, they saw people in the distance shouting for foreman, and then they saw the boss of the construction company walking towards them with a young man in a suit and leather shoes. The foreman who is usually responsible for managing the construction team He walked in front and led the way, and seemed to be polite to the young man.

This person, Gao Dazhu and other workers have all seen him. He is the person in charge of Party A, the head of the youth training center, and the prince of the famous BJ real estate company, Mr. Xiang.

But this rich second generation who was originally thought to be here to inspect the construction site, this time, led by the foreman, he went straight to the door of Gao Dazhu's family. Mr. Xiang didn't say a word, but just stared with interest. Gao Dazhu's son Gao Ren.

This made Gao Dazhu panic. His first reaction was that his son had been found out about secretly learning to play football from someone else's tutor, and people came to him to accuse him.

"Mr. Xiang, this brat..."

But before he finished speaking, Xiang Tianming stretched out his hand to stop him, but his eyes were still looking at Gao Ren, as if he had seen a treasure, and asked with a smile: "Are you Gao Ren?"