When Yang Wenlong came to the training class in the morning, Gao Zheng had just finished his morning exercise.

"Here, breakfast." Yang Wenlong handed the plastic bag he was holding to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng untied the plastic bag and ate it directly.

"How was yesterday's game?" Yang Wenlong asked seemingly nonchalantly.

"I earned ten thousand, and I took five thousand." Gao Zheng chewed the food in his mouth and said a little vaguely.

"Tsk. No wonder you don't want to kick it, it's so easy to get money this way. The old man snorted.

"Old man, even if I want to kick, what can I do?" Gao Zheng stretched out his hands. "Professional football, how can you play so easily if you want to?"

"Less nonsense!" Yang Wenlong's eyes widened, "As long as you want to kick, Lao Tzu will help you find a way!" ”

"That's what you said."

"That's what I'm talking about, your mother-in-law's ......"

"Then I'll kick it!"

"Huh?" Yang Wenlong didn't react at once.

"I said I'm going to play professional football, old man, I want to play. Didn't you say to help me find a way? ”

"Good boy, you're waiting for me here." But Yang Wenlong was not angry at all, "Have you thought about it?" Not on a whim? ”

"Well, I thought about it, I still want to try professional football."

Yang Wenlong looked at the disciple he had once been the most proud, and a smile bloomed on his face: "Okay, I'll help you find a way, you just wait for the good news!" ”

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Gao Zheng originally thought that the way the old man would help him find was domestic, because if he wanted to play professional football, there were also Chinese League A and Chinese Super League in China. But unexpectedly, a week later, he brought himself a bit of explosive good news.

"Ah Zheng, can you help me see what is written in this email?" Yang Wenlong called Gao Zheng into his office and showed Gao Zheng an open email on the computer.

This is an email written in Italian, and indeed only Gao Zheng can understand it.

"Sassuolo FC ...... Italy"

Gao Zheng only looked at the beginning, and then turned his head to look at the old man in surprise.

"I have a friend who is in the tile business here, and he has business dealings with Sassuolo, and through his connections, he helped you connect with the Sassuolo club. Now there's an email from there, and I can't understand it, so I'm looking for you to translate it for me. Yang Wenlong pointed to the computer screen, "Quick, continue to translate." ”

Gao Zheng withdrew his gaze and focused on the email. The email was short, and the message was simple: Sassuolo were willing to offer him a one-week tryout, and if he did well in the trial, he would have the opportunity to sign a contract.

"But we have to pay ......for the air ticket and accommodation," Gao Zheng said this, frowning, his own pocket knows best, he has no savings at all, and the money he earns from each game is quickly spent - compared to his outstanding talent in football, he is really incapable of financial management.

After half of the 10,000 yuan in the last game was given to Zhao Ju, there were only 5,000 yuan left. During this time, the old man formulated a special training plan for him, so that he could train well and recover his physical condition. At the same time, he was forbidden to go out to play again, and he suddenly had no source of income, and could only rely on the five thousand yuan to support. Besides, how could he get the extra money to go to Italy?

"You don't have to think about money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand and said happily: "That is to say, as long as the trial performance is good, you can sign a professional contract with them." ”

But Gao Zheng is still very concerned about the problem of money: "Why don't you think about it, air tickets and accommodation, a week is not a small amount......

The old man was very impatient: "If you don't care about it, you don't care, anyway, there will definitely be money for you to go to Italy." ”

"Or I'm going to play a few games......"

Before Gao Zheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wenlong's scolding: "You dare!" What if I get hurt? Don't worry about money, just train me well during this time! You give me your passport, and I asked my friend to get the visa for you. ”

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Gao Zheng shrunk his neck and didn't dare to speak.

After getting a clear reply from Italy, Yang Wenlong was in a good mood, he turned off the computer, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the office.

When he left, Gao Zheng could still hear him humming! This scene rarely happens to the old man......

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Half a month later, Gao Zheng's visa to Italy was completed, and the countdown to his departure for Italy had begun.

He called his parents and told them that he was not going back to university and that he was going back to Italy to pursue his dream of professional football.

As a result, he was scolded by his mother: "You don't want your feet anymore?!" ”

"My feet are fine, Mom, I've been off for a year, what can I do?"

"If you say it's okay, it's okay? Didn't the authorities tell you not to play? You really want to live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life! ”

Listening to his mother's reprimand, Gao Zheng was a little helpless, which is why he would rather live in the old man's board house and earn living expenses by playing wild ball, rather than go home to his parents and ask for a penny.

"Okay, okay......" Gao Zheng's father persuaded his wife to leave, and he came to talk to Gao Zheng instead.

"Your mom is worried about you, too."

"I know, Dad."

"She originally helped you find a relationship here, and wanted you to go back to study, but it turned out to be ......"

"Dad, I'm really not a student of reading, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to play football in the first place. I've been playing football for so many years, and now that I'm going back to school, what can I learn? ”

"As long as you can get a diploma, we will help you find a relationship......"

Gao Zheng interrupted his father's words: "You always say help me, help me...... But I can't rely on you for the rest of my life, Dad. I love to play football, and I only play football, I want to try to play football to see if I can play it, otherwise my previous ten years of hard work will be in vain? ”

Dad was silent, and he sighed for a long time: "Actually, your mother doesn't want you to get ahead in football, she wants you to be safe, healthy and ......."

"I know, Dad, I'll take care of it, and I don't want to come back in a wheelchair."

"It's said that it's not up to you, you can do it when you think clearly, you don't have to worry about it at home, we're fine."

"Hmm."

Before hanging up the phone, Dad still sighed: "I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to let you play football in the first place......

Gao Zheng didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, football made him enjoy fame and joy, but it also brought him injuries and pain. Maybe just as there is always black and white in football, there are always good and bad sides to everything, and you can't just want to enjoy the benefits but not be willing to bear the cost.

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PS, it is said to be Children's Day, but it is actually "Tired Parents' Day".

I went to my child's kindergarten early this morning because I would take some photos and I was called by the teacher to be a part-time photographer.

In the afternoon, I took my children to my grandparents' house, and I had to edit out the photos I took in the morning and give them to the kindergarten teacher.

In the evening, I also take my children to the show.

The child is slowly growing up, and I, as a father, can't be absent too much on his growth path, so I can't help it, today is a waste.

Fortunately, there is a bit of a manuscript, so I can continue to do two more tomorrow......

When people reach middle age, there are old and young, and there will be more and more things in life, so my code speed in the past two years has become lower and lower, and I hope everyone can be considerate and considerate......