"Ruud, I'm very satisfied with your efforts. But keep in mind that we at Supersport are not small street newspapers, and such small people are not in the scope of our publication. In the luxurious and spacious editor-in-chief's office, Ngad, the editor-in-chief of the Super Sport, said commandingly.

On his desk was a series of things Ruud had written overnight about the hero. However, the ones are a little messy, and they look like they should have been thrown there randomly.

"However, I think this young man in gorgeous clothes has a lot of news, and"

Seeing that his achievements were once again abandoned like a pile of blank paper, Ruud clenched his fists, frowned, and explained unwillingly.

"Well, 18-year-old Chinese game, heh, football is not an Olympiad game. You go out and write another manuscript again. Seemingly very dissatisfied with Ruud's daring to resist, Engard interrupted Ruud's words with a wave of his hand, and said in a more sarcastic tone.

"Yes"

"Hmm!"

Ruud's heart was filled with anger at Ngard's attitude. Although Engard has been making irresponsible remarks about the hero in his words, Ruud knows that this pot-bellied, fat-bellied editor-in-chief is actually targeting him.

Such a scene he encounters in the newspaper office almost every day.

He wanted to say something more, but was blocked by a fierce look from Engard.

He's not just a casual young man who just came out of the job, and if there's anything he's been taught by this period of work, it's that one thing is to never stand up to your immediate boss, at least until you have the ability to take his place.

With the strength to clench his fist without blood, Rude forcibly suffocated the words that were about to blurt out back into his stomach. Then, with the smug look in Engard's familiar looks, he took the manuscript he had written and withdrew from the editor-in-chief's office.

Bastard! Dead Fat Pig!! After walking out of the office door, Ruud could no longer hide the resentment on his face, and his face, which was originally quite handsome, was now a little hideous and terrifying.

At the same time, in Benitez's office at the Valencia training base, the hero is also having a conversation about his career.

"Head, I want to ask, can I make it to the squad for the first round of the league?" Although he wants to pretend to be calm, there is unconcealed apprehension and uneasiness in the hero's voice.

He knows what a bold and risky move he is making now for a young man who has just entered professional football. Take the initiative to ask the manager about his own arrangement, that is the right of the superstars or the core of the team.

Although there is no explicit rule on this, it is also an unspoken rule recognized in professional football circles, the rules of the industry.

It is no exaggeration to say that the hero's behavior at this time has already constituted a huge mistake of crossing the line, and if the manager encounters a bad temper, he estimates that his future in the team is over.

He himself knew the consequences of such a strict zhòng, but he just couldn't help it. When he thought of Inacio's words, his boiling youthful blood couldn't be stopped at all, and he couldn't lower his temperature.

He is confident that his strength and condition have reached the level of entering the squad, but he is afraid of what happens, and then he has this scene.

However, this does not mean that he is not afraid or apprehensive.

With restless hands, shaking feet, and a slur tone of concern, the hero's restlessness was fully displayed in front of Benitez.

However, it is precisely because of this that Benitez did not get angry. Otherwise, no matter how good his temper is, it is estimated that he will not be so calm.

The head coach is like a leader, he has both iron face and warm feelings.

"Why?"

After the hero's request, Benitez remained silent without speaking. This silent atmosphere made the hero who lowered his head as soon as he sat down not know what Benitez meant, and the uneasiness and apprehension in his heart were magnified in this way.

It wasn't until he saw that the hero couldn't stand it anymore that Benitez smiled and asked a question. In doing so, Benitez is deepening his majesty, and he has to give the hero a silent warning first, regardless of the hero's reason.

'I feel like I'm ready to contribute and help the team on the pitch'

"That's not what I want to hear."

The hero's current training level, state, and progress do not need to be said by himself, in fact, Benitez is already very clear. As a young player he personally recruited into the team and focused on developing, the specific situation of the hero on a daily basis will be recorded in detail by Bernard and reported to Benitez.

So, from the perspective of the onlooker, Benitez probably knows more about his physical condition and technical level than the hero himself.

From his personal point of view as head coach, Benitez himself believes that the hero has reached the threshold of being in the squad, and although he is still good enough to be a starter, he is qualified enough to be a surprise man on the bench.

But the hero's 18-year-old age and fledgling status as a player have become the focus of Benitez's own delay in making a decision. It can be said that this is part of Benitez's own troubles in the past few days.

So if you count it, the hero's self-recommendation this time happens to be a coincidence.

From the moment he entered Benitez's office, the manager's mind in front of him went from dissatisfaction to relief to confusion.

Based on what Benitez knows about the hero, he doesn't think the hero is a reckless teenager, so he thinks there must be some reason for this that he doesn't know.

After observing the hero's expression and movements, he basically settled on this judgment. But he still doesn't know the specific reason.

And that's what he wants to hear, curious.

After hearing Benitez's question, the hero paused slightly, a little hesitant. That memory was not very glorious for him.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he still pursed his lips and made up his mind to tell the story.

"That's how it happened, I wanted to play, I wanted to score, I wanted to tell him 'you're blind.'"

After saying that, the hero, who didn't know what the outcome would be, still kept his head down, and his hands on his knees kept moving, uneasily guessing how Benitez would react.

Knock knock, a few steps to the front and back of the hero, Benitez patted the hero's shoulder, and said in a deeply sympathetic and annoyed tone: "What?!" That bastard, how dare you say that. What does he mean, is he calling me for being blind?! That bastard! I know, you're going to be in my squad."

Looking up at Benitez, the hero was a little stupid. At this point, he was completely oblivious to his apprehension, anxiety, and even joy, and the appearance of Benitez in front of him like an angry big bear doll made his mind go blank.

It wasn't until he walked out of Benitez's office and returned to the training ground that the hero came to his senses.

I'm on the list?! I'm on the big list!!

“Yeah！！”

The hero, who could not contain his excitement, clenched his hands into fists and shouted to the sky.

His young, energetic, ambitious voice, after attracting everyone's astonished eyes, lined up straight towards the clear sky, where the blue sky and white clouds were beautiful, and the golden light was scorching.

After asking about the reason, everyone expressed their unanimous disdain for the hero with a silly expression. However, the hero who was still immersed in joy didn't care at all, and just kept that happy and demented expression.

Until the day before the official start of the game, after Benitez read out the squad for the game, it was not put away.

Benitez did not default, and the hero's name really appeared on his list.

"Number 29, Hero, Number 29, Hero, Number 29, Hero"

The look of smirking while meditating made Benitez wonder if the decision he made was wrong, how could a good young man become such a fool.

The hero himself doesn't care at all about the fact that he has become the laughing stock of the whole team, and he is so happy that he doesn't know the southeast and northwest.

Until he returned home after training, he came back humming a little Chinese tune taught by his mother all the way.

"Brother Hero!"

Coming to the front of the house, a crisp cheer made the hero regain his thoughts. When he cheered up, a delicate smile with a little powder snatched away his three souls and seven spirits.

On the pretty and lovely face, a pair of lovely smiling eyes curved like crescents are as bright as jewels. Especially the two shallow dimples on the smile, it was as if it had been filled with pure wine, and the faint aroma of wine made the hero can't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Although the girl wore a plain white T-shirt and skinny blue jeans, she showed an extraordinary charm. The outlined green lines, although not hot, are full of youthful vitality, like the spring scenery of the breeze and green willows, which makes people unable to take their eyes off, which is a kind of youthful sexiness.

The ponytail that swayed because of the joy of the owner added a lovely innocence to the girl.

This is the second time, and the hero is amazed by Lili again.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner cooked by the hero himself, the two sat down together and talked about the hero's experience for some time.

When talking about those failed tryouts, the girl would show a frown of regret.

When talking about those hateful scenes, she would clench her tender white fists with empathy, waving them unevenly for the hero, as if those hateful people were gritting her teeth in front of her.

And when talking about those clips of goals and successes, she would open her mouth and shout like a hero, and her delicate little face was full of joy that was about to overflow.

The night before his first official match, the hero had a perfect night, the best cheer and a perfect reason not to fail.