Affected by the punishment of being late yesterday, Liu Qing got up very early today, even if his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't feel like he wanted to rest more, he firmly believed that the iron man was practiced like this.

When he came to the cafeteria, he ate a few bites indiscriminately, and ran to the playground non-stop, at this time the playground was empty, which was exactly the effect Liu Qing wanted, Liu Qing took out a ball from the box and began to practice the juggling ball taught by the madman last night. The staff at the training ground not far away brought in plaster statues one by one.

A whistle sounded, everyone stood up one after another, and the head coach counted the number of people according to the list, and the cleanup was completed. The assistant coach led everyone to jog to warm up, and then began to warm up.

The head coach stood at the front of the playground and shouted to the team, "The ball training forget it."

After the warm-up exercise, the head coach checked the level of each player's juggling, and since Liu Qing practiced until the afternoon yesterday, the level naturally improved, and it was more than enough to cope with the inspection.

The head coach shook everyone around, very satisfied with yesterday's training, only to see him walk towards the plaster, suddenly raised his foot, quickly bypassed the middle row of plaster with the ball agilely, and shot non-stop, the whole process flowed smoothly without a pause. The goalkeeper struggled to save but couldn't make a save.

Each set of 10 sets of 5 reps. The five laps with the fewest goals on goal are now practiced. The coach's voice was not loud, but it was very grand, and he had a stern expression on his face.

There were a total of 4 rows of 10 plasters in each row, and the first batch of players rushed up, but due to a pause in the middle, their feet also rubbed against the plaster, and they were reprimanded by the coach on the spot. Players since then have paid more attention to detail, but the goal scoring rate is generally not high.

It was Liu Qing's turn, his heart seemed to be fifteen buckets carrying water——— seven up and eight down, for fear of making every step wrong, but fortunately he passed through the plaster cast smoothly and was about to raise his foot to shoot the moment he found that he was a little far from the goal, what should I do?

Liu Qing did not hesitate to volley vigorously, and the goalkeeper panicked and could have easily received the ball, but his hand slipped. The ball slowly slides into the goal.

Next, the goalkeeper is even more tired, and the goal rate of the students of the crowd tactics is getting higher and higher, and almost 4 goals can be scored in 5 times each.

Announcing the results, Liu Qing unexpectedly ranked in the top three. After avoiding the punishment of training, the heart at this time is like a big stone hanging just now, and now it can be put down, which is very comfortable.

After the afternoon training, just after eating, I saw the madman waving to him outside the court, Liu Qing was like a child into his arms, the madman couldn't wait to stroke his forehead, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Today I went to another place, and the madman stopped a taxi and carried Liu Qing to the car. The taxi stopped at an abandoned factory on its way west.

The madman paid the fee and took Liu Qing into the factory, the abandoned factory was empty, not even a single homeless man, and a large amount of dust and cobwebs covered the entire factory.

Grandpa, what are we doing here? It's so dirty here, Liu Qing looked at him in surprise.

It's dirty here, but it's quiet and doesn't disturb anyone, so let's choose a clean place to practice lap shots, and the madman's voice is gentle and soft.

Well, Liu Qing nodded. I started looking for a cleaner place, and soon in a small place, I found a relatively clean place.

The madman took out a piece of chalk from his pocket, drew a circle on the wall, and motioned for Liu Qing to shoot at the circle.

Don't take your time, we have time, and the madman comforts him.

Once, twice, three times, four times. Liu Qing couldn't grasp the angle of every shot, either high or low. He didn't give up and continued to practice, he knew that there were too many people's hopes in his body, and he had to have a clear conscience.

Time passed in a hurry, and it was time to end in the blink of an eye, Liu Qing's shooting skills had not improved much, and he was reluctant to hold the ball and wanted to continue practicing.

The madman hurriedly stopped him: "Child, we can continue to practice tomorrow, don't get tired of your body, the bloodshot in your eyes tells me that you haven't had a good rest for a long time and must sleep well tonight." ”

After the madman finished speaking, he took Liu Qing into his arms and kissed him fiercely: "Good, obediently go back and have a good rest, and we will continue tomorrow." ”

The madman sent Liu Qing back to the court before returning to the hotel to rest. He's been in Madrid for more than a week, and the league is about to start, and the team can't do without him. He couldn't bear to tell his child that he was leaving. How can this be said?