Ibiza, part of Spain, is part of the famous Balearic Islands and is known as the Wild Resort.

Lush vegetation, fresh air and a breathtaking blue ocean make for a stunning picture.

In December, the temperature here reaches 26 degrees, which is extremely cool, without a hint of stuffiness.

When you come here, you feel a sense of relaxation in your soul.

Even Yi Le couldn't stand it for the first few days and wanted to have a good rest, but he was quickly reversed by his rigid personality.

After three days of training wasted, Yile wanted to pick it up again.

As for Neymar and Mbappe, they have already begun to rush to the sea to start their new day.

Neymar can't do anything about Yile's unsociability, but he understands Yile's extremely self-disciplined character, and now it's good that Yile didn't force them to train.

At noon, Yi Le jogged on the beach.

To the left is the endless ocean, which is splashed from time to time under the crashing waves, which is extremely cool.

In order not to be disturbed by others, Yile also dressed up in disguise to ensure that he would not be recognized by others.

Stepping barefoot on the soft sand, I felt that every time I exerted my strength, it was a little difficult, but this did not make Yile feel bored, but more and more happy.

He felt that in this environment, it was a kind of weight-bearing training.

Running along the coastline, Yi Le came to a fence, and seeing that there was no road ahead, he thought about turning around and continuing to run.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard movement behind him.

"Joey! Over here... Pass the ball!! ”

"Look at how easy I can get past him!!"

"Yay!!!!!"

The immature voice is mixed with full enthusiasm,

This came from the other end of the fence in front of him, but it was blocked by dense vegetation in the middle, and Yi Le couldn't see it really.

It's just that, listening to the passionate movement, Yi Le couldn't help but feel a little itchy feet.

He hadn't played in days.

Thinking of this, Yi Le decisively climbed over the fence and got out of the grass with his waist bent.

After the dense vegetation, the eyes suddenly opened up.

It's an open space the size of half a football field.

In this clearing, more than 10 little boys are running happily.

They made goals out of their shoes, kicked the ball barefoot, and had a smile on every little face.

Under the sun, the appearance of the teenagers made Yi Le a little trance.

It was as if he saw himself in La Masia, but compared to these children, Yile was happy.

Because these children are poorly equipped, and judging by their clothing, they are not from a wealthy family.

One of the teenagers caught Yi Le's attention.

A curly-haired white boy, he looks like he is about 12 years old, but he is very fast, at least about 13 seconds to 100 meters, and you must know that this is a soft sandy beach.

What if he was allowed to play on the ground, and what if he was given a set of professional equipment?

That's talent! That's the potential!

At least Yi Le understands that when he is so old, he is definitely not as fast as the little guy in front of him.

Yi Le continued to watch, but the next scene made him cry and laugh.

This curly-haired white kid is obviously very fast, but he has to play in the midfield position, his speed is not used effectively, and his vision is not wide, not to mention his footwork.

Seeing this, Yi Le couldn't help but speak, in Spanish, Dao; "Hey! Curly boy, you should play full-back! ”

Yi Le suddenly burst into a voice, interrupting the little ones' game.

They all turned their heads to look over, their eyes a little wary.

And the curly-haired white boy looked Yi Le up and down, snorted, had no intention of taking care of it, and turned his head and shouted; "Let's keep playing!"

The other children also looked at Yi Le and continued to kick their balls.

Yi Le scratched his head in embarrassment, so he could only turn around and get back into the grass, climb over the fence and leave.

......

In the evening, Yi Le returned to the room after doing equipment training and found that Neymar and Mbappe were eating happily in their room, and the two of them were eating with their mouths full of oil.

The corners of Yi Le's eyes twitched, and he shouted; "Hey! You're telling me that I should take you to training, right? ”

When he arrived, Neymar and Mbappe looked at each other.

Mbappe laughed dryly: "We just want to share the food with you!" ”

Yi Le rolled his eyes, took out the boiled chicken breast from the refrigerator, sat down next to the two of them, and began to nibble.

Seeing Yi Le gnaw a piece of tasteless chicken breast out of a delicacy, Neymar couldn't help but sigh secretly... Cruel!

Yi Le gnawed half of it, as if thinking of something, and turned his head and asked; "Killian, how fast were you when you were 12?"

"Huh? Quacking in the house....."

Yi Le grinned; "Let's talk about it after eating!"

Mbappe chewed quickly, and finally picked up the mineral water and poured it violently; "Tons tons tons tons tons of tons!"

"Whew!" Mbappe exhaled and said proudly: "I can run 12.11 seconds at the age of 12. ”

Yi Le nodded slightly: "Then do you say that a 12-year-old child can run for about 13 seconds?" ”

Mbappe asked; "Is there any sign of training on him?"

Yi Le thought about the dress of the curly-haired white boy, estimated to be a child from a poor family, shook his head and said, "No! ”

"Then he should be able to go faster after systematic training and the right running form." After a pause, Mbappe laughed; "Of course, it's still a little difficult for him to overtake me."

Yi Le nodded and said, "I understand." ”

Then he nibbled on a few bites of meat, and suddenly said; "I forgot to tell you, he ran 13 seconds on the beach!"

Mbappe: "......"

Neymar: "......."

......

The next day, Yi Le returned to the dilapidated and simple court.

This time there was no game, but he saw the curly-haired white boy bouncing the ball with his head down.

Yi Le thought about it and was about to go up and say hello.

"Hey!"

The curly-haired white boy glanced up, ignored Yile, and continued to juggle the ball.

Yi Le scratched his cheeks in embarrassment and said, "Is it okay for us to practice together?" ”

Hearing this, the curly-haired white boy raised his head and said; "You know how to play?"

Yi Le shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "In this country, it's hard to find someone who can't play, isn't it?" ”

The curly-haired white boy immediately puffed up his chest and said proudly; "We're world champions!"

Yi Le smiled and said, "The ball sense is not something you practice. ”

After speaking, Yi Le hooked the ball over and began to use the surface of his foot and instep to carry out various pulling movements, the movements were smooth and natural, and it was extremely gorgeous.

Later, Yi Leyou turned the ball upside down and began to play all kinds of tricks.

A bit of freestyle football, although this thing is useless in the professional arena, many professional teams with good skills will have some, and Yile is one of the best.

Looking at the splendid ball style under Yi Le's feet, the little guy's eyes widened and he was surprised: "Wow~~~~~!" ”

Yi Le put the ball on his head and asked, "Do you want to learn?" ”

"Yes!" The little one didn't hesitate.

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