The Ball at Your Feet

Until the next morning when I saw Beibei in the cafeteria, Zhao Yaning was still thinking about Li Ke's words in the dormitory last night.

Is this really an opportunity?

Zhao Yaning still couldn't make up his mind, so he thought of talking to Beibei to see if he could get some advice.

"Isn't it that they paid for it? They didn't ask you for money, why not go?" Beibei's opinion was surprisingly consistent with that of Li Ke and the others. "Don't say you want to learn, you never attend class."

"I just don't think it is necessary to go."

"You lied." Beibei saw through Zhao Yaning's disguise at a glance. "The three of us persuade you. If you still disagree, there must be other reasons."

Zhao Yaning rolled his eyes, sometimes it is not good for women to be too smart.

"Okay-do you know my athlete subsidy? I am a provincial-level athlete. When I was in the sports school, I received a subsidy of 900 yuan per month. When I left the sports school, I thought it would be gone, but it turned out not. That's it."

"In other words, you still have a subsidy for the year you transferred—you didn't get it? What's the matter?"

"The coach retained the qualifications of my athletes and used my name to apply for a lot of subsidies. Now there is a need for a number of athletes on the coast to apply for land and ask for help from the coach. He is not willing to send the good players in the team. Just sold me like this. I didn’t know that I still retained the qualifications of athletes, but now I know, but the coach said, if you want money, he will not recommend me to Paris this time. If you want to go to Paris, I can't ask for this money."

Beibei also frowned this time.

She knows the situation of Zhao Yaning's family very well. Zhao Yaning is not rich, and 10,000 yuan is a lot of income for his family, which can be used to subsidize the family. Let Zhao Yaning just give up the opportunity to make money for the family and go to Paris to play a circle, no wonder he is unwilling to go.

But Beibei also understands that going to France to train, even if it's just going to Paris Saint-Germain to participate in some football summer camp, is probably very attractive to him.

Those are the five major leagues, that is European football. Watching them play up close, and even participating in their training, is definitely a dream for people like Zhao Yaning.

"Ningzi, what do you think?"

Beibei calmly asked.

"What's the use of what I think? The result is the same anyway. My family needs money." Zhao Yaning lowered his head, not looking at Beibei's expression. He knew that Bei Bei must have a look of sympathy, and he was very unaccustomed to that kind of pity.

"What did Uncle say?" Beibei asked after a long while. She knew that even if Zhao Yaning didn't contact his father, Li Ke would definitely call him over.

"My dad said let me go." Zhao Yaning raised his head. "My dad always thinks that I can't get a ball because he has no money. He doesn't want me to miss this opportunity. He said that at least it will give me a chance to go out and play. ."

Beibei gently shook his hand, but didn't know how to comfort him.

"I can't go. It has nothing to do with my dad. It is because I was injured myself that made it like this. It has nothing to do with my dad." Zhao Yaning also held Beibei's hand, and Beibei could feel his palm. It was all sweat, and his tone was far less calm.

He himself was eager to go, but that was a lot of money after all.

"Ning Zi, you are not to blame, your coach is not good. These should have been yours, making them wrong."

"The grandsons..." Zhao Yaning cursed, only to remember that Bei Bei didn't like him to curse people. But Beibei didn't say anything this time, just patted him lightly.

Beibei knew how angry Zhao Yaning was now.

Although Zhao Yaning rarely mentions his dissatisfaction, Beibei still knows clearly that he is unwilling to leave the football team. Beibei knows how much he loves football and also knows that leaving the football team is not his problem.

But whose question is, Beibei is also in a mess.

Chinese football has become professional. At that time, there was a lot of praise on TV in newspapers, saying that Chinese football was about to realize the aspirations of the great man, rush out of Asia, to the world, and achieve a great rise.

Up to now, Beibei doesn't know if Chinese football is considered a success, but at least she knows that Zhao Yaning has failed.

And the failure is inexplicable, and there is no chance to stand up again.

At the time, everyone said that professionalism would help players grow, but without a corresponding security system and low-level leagues, the eliminated players were just destroyed. Moreover, if he was eliminated because of himself, but Zhao Yaning was eliminated entirely because of the coach.

Damn coach.

Beibei also cursed the coach in her heart, but sometimes she has some small questions: Listening to Zhao Yaning's tone, it seems that this situation is already a common phenomenon in Chinese football, so is this professionalization really correct? ?

Beibei didn't know, and didn't want to ask. Anyway, she doesn't care about football, only Zhao Yaning.

"Do you still want to play football now?" Beibei couldn't help asking.

"You mean the lame said that when you go to France, maybe you will be spotted by scouts? That's impossible." Zhao Yaning shook his head, "Let's not say whether you can be admired by others, but what if you are really admired? The Football Association has very strict rules on transfers to play abroad. You can’t transfer if you want to. It’s really a fancy, and it’s unlikely that you can stay."

"You still want to go." Beibei pointed out his thoughts sharply, "Then why not try it?"

"I said, there is a money issue..."

"That was originally your money, you have to ask for it if you go, or if you don't." Beibe interrupted him, "If you want me to say, you should go to France first, and then you can sue them when you come back."

"You can't win..."

"Where you need to win, as long as you go to court, the result will definitely be an out-of-court settlement. They can't afford to lose this person... My dad's court, I've seen a lot of these things a long time ago."

"That's not good..."

"You are too honest." Beibei frowned, reached out and nodded on his forehead, "Why don't you fight for your own things?"

Zhao Yaning lowered his head, Beibei said that the situation was of course the best, but he also understood that it was difficult for his father to accept going to court.

In my father's view, there are no good people in court, and honest people don't provoke right and wrong.

Beibei looked at Zhao Yaning's lowered head and sighed helplessly. She knew that with Zhao Yaning's many worries, she would definitely be reluctant to make this decision.

"Ningzi, do you know why I agreed to be your girlfriend?"

Zhao Yaning raised his head and shook blankly. He has always had this question, but he has never dared to ask.

He was afraid that Beibei was just confused for a while, and he became sober once he asked her.

"Do you remember that when you first came, you said that you used to play as a winger in a sports school. You have very good football skills. The boys are not convinced, and you are playing on the court?"

Zhao Yaning nodded, of course he remembered that time. He dazzled a group of amateur-level classmates with his footwork that he had trained for many years, and many girls onlookers cheered for him.

But there is no Babe among those people. Beibei doesn't like football and she doesn't watch football either.

"I envied you very much at the time. Do you know why? Because you came from a sports school. When you were young, you could go to a sports school because you liked playing football. You dare to do what you want to do. I am very envious."

Zhao Yaning looked at Beibei, he had never heard Beibei mention these things.

"When I was young, I wanted to be an actor." What Beibei said made Zhao Yaning stunned, and Beibei herself smiled bitterly, "Just think about it, I don't even dare to tell my parents. Every time they do it for me, I They all say that I want to be a scientist! But I am very envious of actors, and I especially hope that I can act. But I only dare to think, but never dare to do it."

"But you dare. You like to play football, so you went to the sports school. Although you failed, you still did what you wanted to do. And what I envied the most was that you mentioned playing football and you played When playing the ball, that kind of look is really confident, I really like it."

"Sometimes I think, if I go to an art school, maybe I will be very proud now when I talk about acting or acting? Even if I fail, even if I am embarrassed, even if I am nothing. But people who walk proudly on their own path are different from people like me who only dare to dream by themselves."

Beibei held Zhao Yaning's hand again, and she looked directly into Zhao Yaning's eyes, without giving Zhao Yaning the slightest leeway, "Now, Ning Zi, you have a chance to continue your dream. I hope you will continue to walk-- You must understand that your dream is also my dream."

The football rolled gently on the ground, Zhao Yaning stretched out the toe of his left foot and gently picked it under the ball, and the ball flew in the direction of his left leg. Zhao Yaning's left knee touched the football lightly, and at the same time his left foot was slightly tilted, the football fell on his instep, and after a slight bounce, it fell on the instep of his right foot.

Zhao Yaning's feet controlled the football's rapid bounce with such lightness, but no matter how he bounced, the height would not exceed his knees and only moved back and forth on his two feet.

After a few rounds, Zhao Yaning exerted a slight force, and the football bounced to his waist. UU reading www.uukanshu.com and this time, Zhao Yaning District raised his right leg, caught the football with his knee, pushed the ball to the left, and at the same time quickly bent over, then gently stopped the ball with his left shoulder, and then let the football Sliding down from behind, the heel of his left foot was closed at the same time, and the ball was picked up again.

"Don't tell me, just a few of Ningzi's, few can be made by throwing them into the professional team." Zhang Jun sat on his bed and kept clapping his palms. But Li Ke shrank away from a distance, looking at the two lunatics playing ball in the dormitory with a speechless expression on his face.

Even if he knows that Zhao Yaning's skills are outstanding enough, he does not believe that he can play in such a small area without any mistakes.

"I play as a winger. I should have better skills. If you compare me to a professional team guard, I must have better skills." Zhao Yaning shrugged, "I didn't care about the professional team a year ago. Nothing happened this year. Training, a lot of fat, not as good as before."

Looking at Zhao Yaning's lines and abdominal muscles, and then at his own belly, Zhang Jun felt a little urge to hit someone.

"Did you make up your mind to go to France?" Li Ke asked.

"Yeah." Zhao Yaning nodded.

"It's still useful for Beibei to speak." Zhang Jun smiled, "what did she say?"

Zhao Yaning didn't say a word, but just gave a whisper. He didn't want to answer this kind of question, because Zhang Jun's expression looked like he was a nympho.

It was a long time later that Zhao Yaning was already a world-famous player. When Zhang Jun raised this question again, Zhao Yaning was silent for a long time before answering, "I'm worried that if I won't go, Beibei will look down on me and leave me. At that time, I felt that I could afford to lose 10,000 yuan, but I could not afford to lose Beibei."

"You should really thank Beibei, or you will lose more than ten thousand." Zhang Jun smiled.

Zhao Yaning nodded and smiled.

How can he be measured by money?