"Raiola? It's kind of familiar."

"Wait, you say you're a football agent?!" Sun Xiang couldn't believe his ears.

What does it mean to be approached by a football agent, it means that you are only one step away from professionalism.

"Yes, that's right, I also watched the game just now, so I'm still interested in you."

Raiola shook Sun Xiang's hand amicably.

"So there's a chance I'm going to play professionally?" Faced with this sudden surprise, Sun Xiang was so excited that he blurted out his thoughts.

After saying that, he realised that he had said too much, and it was easy for Mr. Raiola to think that he was a proud player.

But not only did Raiola not show disgust, but even laughed, and then patted Sun Xiang on the shoulder and said:

'If you can be one of my players, I can make you professional, I have the ability and I believe you have the ability too.

"Thank you very much for your recognition, but allow me to ask my parents."

On such a major matter, Sun Xiang still decided to absorb the opinions of his parents.

"Haha, of course, this is a big deal about your future development. However, you must be clear that the road ahead is more on your own, and your parents cannot be with you at all times. Raiola said.

"What's that, I'm his coach, you see if he goes professional, then there is any benefit to me, after all, I trained it, you say yes..."

After Sun Xiang left, the school coach asked Raiola in private.

The latter only glanced at it lightly, and then said:

"I'm only focusing on the personal issues of my players right now, and your requests are not part of my business. If I really want to say, I also want to ask you, why did such a good player let him play as a substitute? ”

"This ......." The head coach was speechless.

"I'm the one who hates people who have no potential." With that, Raiola walked away with his interpreter, leaving the manager alone.

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"I'm back!"

"Uncle and aunt, excuse me! I'm here again! ”

Sun Xiang and Zhang Le returned home.

"You're back, Zhang Le is also here? It just so happens that the pork ribs that my aunt just stewed yesterday will be warmed up for you at noon. Sun Xiang's mother poked her head out of the living room and said.

"I'm sorry for you! Hey, hey, it's good for you. Zhang Le pretended to wipe his saliva.

……

After lunch, Zhang Le came to Sun Xiang's room to play game consoles together.

"Hey Sun Xiang, what's the matter with the coach looking for you in the morning?"

While playing, Zhang Le asked casually.

"It's nothing, it's just a guy named Raiola looking for me. Shot! Oops doorposts! ”

"Haha, garbage. Raiola, sounds familiar...... Isn't that the football agent? Zhang Le thought for a while and asked

"What? Do you know him? ”

"Almost, after all, Dad is a fan of Inter, so he still knows something about Serie A."

Raiola is an Italian football agent, with the same status as Mendes, mainly active in Italy, known as the "European vampire". And it seems that he only cares about his players, the coach of the team, etc., he never cares.

As a super agent, his subordinates can be regarded as star-studded. Ibrahimovic, Paul Pogba and Romelu Lukaku are all his clients, and he has previously run Bergkamp transfers and is a big man in the industry.

After listening to Zhang Le's introduction, Sun Xiang was taken aback.

The person who found himself is so famous.

"Anyway, if it's that person, then you're in luck. Also, I've always wondered how you got to where you are today, and it's awesome. ”

Regarding Sun Xiang's performance in the morning, Zhang Le felt incredible. It is said that this guy has always been at a level, and even if it is occasionally short-lived, it is impossible to be like today. It's crazy to be two people in one night!

"Well, how do you say that...... I guess I have the guidance of a master. Sun Xiang smiled and did not tell the truth.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it, it's so Shinto."

Zhang Le glanced at Sun Xiang. He knew Sun Xiang as a person, and he basically hid things in general, so he didn't ask much.

…………

Before dinner, Zhang Le had to go back because there were people at home at night, so Sun Xiang and his parents were in front of the table, just like after school every day.

"Dad, do you know Raiola?"

"Raiola?" Sun Xiang's father was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his son to ask him this question.

"I guess I know a little bit, after all, it's still relatively famous in Italy."

Don't look at his dad who practiced hurdles, he also loves football. And in those days, the most brilliant was Serie A.

"Oh, yes, this morning's game ................... I don't know what to do right now. ”

In this way, Sun Xiang told everything that happened in the morning as it was, and he wanted to hear his parents' opinions now.

"Son, although I don't really understand what you tell your father, I can be sure that your mother will support you in whatever you do!"

"But I can't make a choice now, I'm afraid that I can't do well and let you down again."

"Do you remember what you said when your dad told you to give up football?" My own future, I decide for myself'. In fact, after you said this, your father and I were very happy, because you have grown up and can not rely on your parents. ”

"But ......"

"Xiao Xiang." Dad, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"I can understand your current feelings, back then, it was difficult for my father and me to choose between Bayi School and Beijing Sports School. The former is the school I want to get into, and the latter is more well-known. ”

"I've struggled for a long time between the two."

"Then why did you go to Bayi later?" Sun Xiang asked.

"Because of your grandfather's words, choose what you want to choose."

"Choose what you want to choose?" Sun Xiang was a little puzzled.

"Yes, choose what you want. If you like it, if you want to do it, then go down the road, hit the south wall and admit it, and you can admit it, because this is your own choice. ”

After listening to his father's words, Sun Xiang suddenly realized.

"I see! I know what to do! ”

Sun Xiang's parents looked at their child and smiled.

"Okay, since there's nothing to do, let's hurry up and eat! It should be cold after a while. ”

"Ding Dong~"

Just as the family was about to start their meal, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who could it be so late? Mom and Dad, stay here, I'll take a look. ”

Sun Xiang got up and walked to the door, first glancing out from the cat's eye.

"How could it be him?"

Sun Xiang thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes and looked at it once.

"No, how did he know?"

Sun Xiang opened the door with doubts and asked politely to the visitor at the door:

"Mr. Raiola, why are you here?"