Domestic, a small mountain village in the west.

A young teacher in his twenties said bitterly to a thin farmer who was working in the fields: "Brother, please believe me, Wang Xiaobei, this kid is a genius born for football." As long as you can receive high-level professional training as soon as possible, you are likely to become a nationally famous star in the future. ”

"Teacher Zhou, what parent doesn't want their child to get ahead? But I'm just an ordinary farmer, it's good to be able to fill the belly of the whole family, how can I have money for Xiaobei to play football? Although Wang Shuigen does not have much knowledge, he also knows very well that he simply cannot afford the huge cost of training a professional player.

Wang Xiaobei, who was working on the side, said sensibly: "Dad, I study hard to be admitted to a good university, and I can get ahead if I am admitted to a good university in the future." ”

Hearing this, Wang Shuigen touched his son's little head with a bitter face and said: "Alas, it's a pity that such a sensible child of yours has caught up with a poor father like me, how good would it be if you were reincarnated in the village and their family?" ”

Just when Wang Shuigen blamed himself for his "incompetence", he heard Teacher Zhou next to him say: "Brother, now there is an opportunity to make Xiaobei get ahead without you spending money." ”

"Teacher Zhou, don't be kidding." Wang Shuigen shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Although I haven't seen anything in the world, from the sports broadcasts that Xiaobei often listens to, I still know a little about what football in our country is like." ”

Zhou Ruifeng suddenly remembered that the only "entertainment equipment" in Wang Xiaobei's house was a radio, so he didn't know that Wande International Football School would give tuition waivers and exemptions to children with extremely high talent but poor families, and even give scholarships to students with outstanding performance.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Ruifeng said: "Brother, you must have heard of the hottest athlete in China in recent years, right?" ”

"I've heard of the fastest runner." Wang Shuigen paused and continued: "It seems that you are quite good at playing football, right? ”

"Well, that's right, it's him." Zhou Ruifeng nodded and said: "In order to promote the development of domestic football, Fengquan has opened a football school in China, and it will start recruiting students during the summer vacation. ”

"Oh." Wang Shuigen said with a lack of interest.

"In addition to the normal fee-paying classes, Fengquan's football school also has a tuition waiver and even scholarship policy for children from poor families but with high talents." Zhou Ruifeng said excitedly.

Hearing this, Wang Shuigen, who was still lacking in interest, immediately became wonderful with an expression on his face. Although Wang Shuigen has never played football, let alone understands football, judging from Zhou Ruifeng's attention to Wang Xiaobei, his son should have a certain talent in football.

But after a while, Wang Shuigen's expression darkened again.

Even if his son is really talented and can pass the test of the football school to qualify for free admission. However, with so many people playing football, how many can really rely on football to support their families? Once his son can't become a professional player in the future, will he come back to farm like himself? Rather than this, it is better to let Xiaobei study hard and be admitted to a university in the future, and change the fate of digging in the soil for a lifetime.

So, Wang Shuigen spoke: "Teacher Zhou, I know that you really think about our Xiaobei. However, who can guarantee that our Xiaobei will be able to eat by playing football in the future? If Xiaobei doesn't become a professional player as you said in the future, won't he still have to come back and farm with me for a living? ”

Hearing this, Zhou Ruifeng couldn't help but fall silent.

That's right, Wang Xiaobei is indeed the most talented football talent among the children he has ever seen, and even compared with those "young geniuses" who appear on foreign online videos. However, in the world of football, are there still fewer cases where "less time is not necessarily better"?

If Wang Xiaobei was born in a wealthy or well-established family, even if he fails to become a professional player in the future, he does not need to worry about the rest of his life. But it's a pity that Wang Xiaobei is not so "lucky".

In fact, in addition to the incompetence of the management, as well as the problems that fans hate such as "fake gambling", the continuous decline of the level of Chinese football is the key to the problem.

Everyone knows that there will be no solid building without a solid foundation, and Chinese football, which does not have enough football population to form a "solid foundation", is not only thrown farther and farther away by Asian giants such as Japan, South Korea, Iran and Australia, but also small Southeast Asian countries such as Thailand and Vietnam also have a faint posture of catching up with and surpassing the national football team.

Although with the continuous development of the professionalization of football in China, the annual income of most professional players has reached one million, and some international players have even exceeded the level of tens of millions, but there are fewer and fewer parents who are willing to let their children choose the path of football.

On the surface, the reason for this situation is the low success rate of professional players and the chaos in domestic football. But in fact, the "irreconcilable huge contradiction" between professional training and studies under the domestic system is the most fundamental reason for the decline of China's football population year by year. Because of this, the vast majority of Chinese parents who have no money and no background will not let their children choose football as their "means of livelihood".

The ordinary people in the city are still like this, not to mention Wang Shuigen, who can barely fill the stomach of the whole family.

However, thinking of Wang Xiaobei's terrifying improvement speed like a rocket in more than a year since he first came into contact with football in September last year, as well as his creative way of playing, Zhou Ruifeng said with a firm face: "Brother, although I can't guarantee that Xiaobei will be able to become a professional player in the future, but in our country, it is absolutely rare to be able to reach Xiaobei's level at the age of 10." ”

After a pause, Zhou Ruifeng continued: "Since I came to our village to teach, Xiaobei's contact with football has not been a year in total, if you can receive professional training as soon as possible, I believe that Xiaobei still has a great chance of becoming a professional player." Moreover, Fengquan's football school also has a high school, even if Xiaobei fails to become a professional player in the end, he can still be admitted to university in the future. ”

Hearing this, Wang Shuigen couldn't help but feel a little moved.

As an ordinary farmer, Wang Shuigen hopes that Wang Xiaobei will be admitted to university in the future and change the fate of digging in the soil. But he knows very well that with Wang Xiaobei's current academic performance, it is still very difficult to be admitted to high school through normal channels.

Although the success rate of professional players is very low, as long as his son works hard enough, he can get a high school diploma. As long as he has a high Chinese credential, Wang Xiaobei can at least get a half-official position in the village committee, so that he can be regarded as "getting ahead".

So, Wang Shuigen said: "Teacher Zhou, since you think our Xiaobei is very talented in playing football, then please take him to take the exam of that football school during the summer vacation." However, I can say in advance that Becky must get a free place in school before I can agree to him to play football. ”

"Don't worry, if Xiaobei can't get a place for free admission, my tuition will be paid by me." Zhou Ruifeng patted his chest and reassured.