Is Tang Ba really dead? him!

The freshman is right in front of him, thinking about it, seems rather idiotic. Then, we should welcome the new life with a new attitude towards life.

Tang Jue quickly sorted out the information in his mind: Tang Jue was born on August 25, 1987.

In this way, not only do the two have the same name, but even their birthdays are the same day. Could this be the providence of the underworld!

Born in a small town in northern Sichuan, he came to Lyon, France with his parents at the age of three. Parents in Lyon, opened a small restaurant. At the age of seven, he entered the Lyon club to train, and because of his skill, he was admired by the coach of the junior team, Pintori. Thirteen goals were scored in one game!

Thirteen goals in one game? So the founder of the family is still a football genius!

However, the family tree does not say that he played football, only that he was extremely intelligent, graduated with a doctorate at the age of 25, and began to study cancer. At the age of 28, he researched drugs to treat cancer, and then set up a pharmaceutical company, which has risen since then and created a family business for the family!

It was this body, built from scratch, that created miracles. Tang Jue suddenly became heroic, he wiped a handful of rain from his face, and secretly thought: Since this body is now in charge of me, then the trajectory of life should be changed.

Money is to be earned, to lay a foundation for this family for all generations, so that those who laugh at themselves will bow down in front of them every day. Football, that's a must. to make up for the shortcomings of the previous life!

In the previous life, the children of the Tang family could not do anything other than business. Tang Jue is a football fan.

In previous lives, players were divided into grades, from low to high, according to the player's skill level, from low to high, they were professional level, ball star, and super ball star. Each level is divided into three stages, namely the beginning, middle, and advanced stages. Tang Jue wanted to know what level of this body's technique was now.

So in his brain, he began to call the supercomputer "Xiao Feifei".

"Little Feifei! Little Feifei! ”

However, no matter how much he called, he didn't get any response from "Xiao Feifei".

Tang Jue secretly thought: Could it be that when crossing over, the supercomputer was damaged? Or is it a supercomputer that can't travel with you?

"Hey!" Tang Jue let out a long sigh, and then he began to familiarize himself with the information of this life. Fourteen years of information content is very small, and Tang Jue is completely familiar with it in an hour. Tired, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the lightning in the sky outside the house has disappeared, and the torrential rain is still raging. The billboard outside the window did not fall after all, it was still strong, like a green pine on a rock, not afraid of storms and rains!

……

Early the next morning, Tang Jue was woken up by his mother. Rubbing his eyes, a doting face appeared in his eyes, this is the mother of this life. Chen Xiu'e looked at him and said, "Jue Wazi, last night's thunder didn't scare you, right?" ”

Tang Jue raised his delicate and slightly immature face, and said with some annoyance: "Mom, I was already ten yesterday...... Fourteen years old, how is it possible. Tang Jue almost said that he was eighteen years old.

The mother smiled and said, "Good, good, good!" You've grown up, get up, you're going to be late. ”

Tang Jue studied in a public school in France, and his parents let him go to the Confucius Institute in the summer to study Chinese more systematically. After breakfast, Tang Jue went to school with his schoolbag on his back. There was a storm last night, and the road surface was still wet, and the slippery road surface was like a layer of black paint. Just after taking a few steps, he was slapped heavily on the shoulder. Tang Jue turned his head to look, and a sixteen-year-old boy came into view.

The young man said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you wait for me to leave?" ”

Tang Jue had a smile on his face and said, "Bei Qiang, you are too slow. ”

Pei Qiang, 16 years old, from Hangzhou. Parents work for a company in Lyon, white-collar workers. Pei Qiang and Tang Ju studied in the same public school, both Chinese, and in a foreign country, the two quickly became friends.

The two teenagers walked side by side, in the cold morning, in the light of the morning light. They want to be influenced by Chinese culture and understand the 5,000-year-old civilization. They want to find their roots in China's long civilization!

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Lyon junior team training base.

Tang Jue wore a white casual short-sleeved shirt, a pair of black shorts, a sports bag on his shoulder, and a pair of football boots in his hand, and walked into the training ground.

There were already seven or eight people at the training ground and they were changing their jerseys. A guy with a height of 1.75 meters smiled at Tang Jue and said, "Tang, hurry up and change your clothes, today we are more than anyone who has juggled the ball." ”

Tang Jue is 1.65 meters tall, and the boy is a head taller than him. Tang Jue looked up at the young man and said with a smile: "Benzema, I said that you will never win against me." ”

Benzema was a little annoyed and said stupidly: "I was in good shape today, maybe I will win." Don't you dare compare. ”

Tang Jue waved his hand to greet his teammates and said, "Juggle the ball, you will never be able to win against me." Or maybe we're going to shoot today. In a confrontation match, whoever scores more goals wins, how about it? ”

Benzema touched his head, thought for a moment, and said with some annoyance: "No, we compare the shots in practice." ”

Tang Jue hurriedly said: "Okay, just do it, don't regret it." I won, your PS machine is going to play for me for a week. Benzema has a feeling of being fooled, but the competitive nature of the teenager does not allow him to take a step back.

Benzema said: "Well, if I win, you ...... Just lend me the Ronaldo album. ”

The two of them high-fived as an oath!

Ben Alpha was secretly laughing on the sidelines, thinking to himself that a good show was about to begin!

Five minutes later, after a whistle, two dozen teenagers gathered around Pintori. Looking at the group of teenagers in front of him, a look of pride appeared in Pintori's eyes. This group of young players is the best he has seen in the past eight years. Among them, Tang Jue, Benzema, and Ben Alpha are the most prominent.

Pintori looked at Tang Jue, but his eyes suddenly became dim, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

Ay! God is jealous of talents!

Pintori quickly picked up his melancholy mood and arranged the training content.

Last night there was a torrential rain, and the air in Lyon became refreshing. Tang Jue followed the large army and jogged around the turf. The stadium is surrounded by a ten-metre-high barbed wire fence. It's good that you don't have to spend time picking up the ball.

Under Pintori's leadership, the Lyon junior team finished their preparations and began to familiarize themselves with ball practice. Tang Jue pulled back with his right foot, and the white football flew up.

One, two, three......

Tang Jue's ball is very good, he is like a magician, and football is the prop in his hands. Tang Jue changed his tricks and began to juggle the ball. Shoulders, head, chest, thighs, instep inside......

If football is a piece of iron, then Tang Jue's body is a magnet. His body has a huge attraction to football. Each time, the ball fell from the air, landed on a certain part of his body, and then, happily, jumped into the air again.

The soccer ball on Benzema's foot fell on the turf, and he tossed seven hundred and seventy-five times. In the past, his highest record was 704 strokes, but today he broke his own record, so he was in a good mood, as if he was killing all sides in PS.

was in a good mood, so he turned his head to look at Tang Jue. In an instant, Benzema's mood became bad. Because the football is still on Tang Jue's body, jumping happily.

It's a demon!

Benzema thought indignantly in his heart.

At this time, Pintori looked at Tang Jue, and the sadness in his eyes was even worse.

The next step is the practice of the technique. From a distance, more than 20 teenagers were dancing on the verdant turf, their dancing posture was vigorous and vigorous. Between the ages of 11 and 16, it is a crucial time for a footballer's skills to be formed. This group of teenagers has grown up rapidly in sweat and laid a solid foundation for their future professional football.

Pintori whistled and shouted, "Cross through two-one, then shoot." ”