Super Marshal

Since the youth training center is still under construction, for safety reasons, isolation panels have been erected between the training ground and the construction site.

When Gao Han walked on the edge of the training ground, he heard the sound of kicking a ball from the other end of the isolation board from afar, and the sound of an immature child counting. He had already counted to a hundred.

This made him a little curious. He approached the isolation board. From the gap, he could vaguely see a kid playing football behind him. He was about eight or nine years old. He was not tall and thin. He practiced the ball on his own. , Counting.

But I don’t know if I’m too focused, I just forget it when I count.

The child sighed depressed, grabbed a book from the ground, looked at the setting sun, and muttered to himself: "It seems that the posture is wrong, isn't it like this?"

After reading the book for a while, after putting it down, I started practicing on my own.

Gao Han looked a little curious on the isolation board. Could it be that the student didn't go home with his parents and hid himself to practice?

Thinking of this, Gao Han quickly walked towards the passage and came to the other end of the isolation board.

The child turned his back to Gao Han, practiced very attentively, and counted gently with his mouth. Gao Han did not hear clearly how much it was.

Gao Han walked near him, knelt down, picked up the book from the ground, glanced at the cover, and smiled directly.

It turns out that this old book is a bit like a bargain bought from a street stall, but it has a very good title, a quick guide to football stars.

Turning over the contents of the book again is not a lie. It is just some very simple and basic things. For example, children are now learning how to throw the ball according to the contents of the book.

Suddenly, a weird old man selling books at a vegetable market stall appeared in Gao Han's mind. He said to the child: "Little devil, I see your bones are amazed. It is really a unique talent in playing football and revitalizing Chinese football. The important task is left to you."

"I have a quick-start manual for football stars. You follow the practice and guarantee that you will become a generation king. If we can meet today, it is a good fate. I will sell you a bit cheaper. You can't buy it for ten yuan and you will lose money. You can buy it for ten yuan. Can't be fooled."

Thinking of this paragraph, he laughed straight out.

When the child practicing the ball heard the movement, Huo Di turned his head and saw a strange guy holding his book. He immediately stretched out his hand and shouted vigorously: "Get my book."

Gao Han found it interesting. He looked at the book in his hand, and then at the kid opposite, and asked, "Why are you practicing here?"

The child's eyes clearly flashed a hint of panic, but he pretended to calmly replied: "Don't worry about it."

Gao Han thoughtfully, suddenly tentatively said: "Oh, so you have been peeking at their training."

"I..." The child was exposed on the spot, panicked.

"Say, who are you anyway?" Gao Han knew in his heart, "Say, I will return the book to you."

The child panicked as if he had done something terribly wrong, and was very restless.

"Don't worry, you can honestly say, I won't embarrass you."

As if Gao Han's words gave the child courage, he asked, "Do you count the words?"

"Of course, let's talk about it."

"My dad is a rebar worker at the opposite site. I only came during the summer vacation."

Gao Han understood that it turned out to be a left-behind child who came to Beijing to find parents during the summer vacation.

"Then why do you take a peek here, and hide yourself to practice ball?"

The child looked at Gao Han with a little nervousness. In his eyes, stealing school was a very serious matter, because the first day he came to Beijing, his parents told him that everyone who would play football here in the future had to pay. More than 10,000 yuan, only rich people can come in and read.

"It's okay, let's listen to it." Gao Han smiled and passed the book in his hand.

It seemed that the act of returning the book, coupled with Gao Han's harmless and kind expression, made the child relax his vigilance. After receiving the book, he stared at Gao Han in a daze. Those big round eyes seemed to glow.

"I hope to be able to play football, pass their assessment, and stay here to study."

Gao Han opened his eyes when he heard it, and when he thought about it again, he only felt that it was not good.

After this child came to Beijing, I am afraid that every time I think about it, after the summer vacation, he will leave his parents and return to his hometown to study, and he will feel sad.

"Do your parents know?" Gao Han asked concerned.

The child shook his head, "They are very busy and work overtime all day."

This is the truth, because the construction period is very short, and the construction company is constantly working overtime. For this reason, Gao Han has already urged him to ensure the safety of the workers.

"Then what have you learned?" Gao Han asked suddenly with interest.

The child was a little timid, "I have learned everything they teach, that is, the so-called ball sense is not good, but they didn't teach some basic things, such as bumping the ball. ."

Gao Han snorted and was amused.

Spain’s youth training generally does not pay much attention to basic movements such as ball bumping, because no matter how good the ball bumping is, it is not practical at all on the court, and practice has no meaning. No.

When Gao Han told the child what he said, the child looked depressed and read the book in his hand, and found that he had been in vain for a while, so he threw the deceptive ghost book on the ground. .

"Uncle, it makes sense from you. Are you a coach? Can you teach me to play football?" The child's eyes were full of pleading.

Gao Han nodded, "Actually, the most basic things are the same, that is, what you see. The difference is that if you want to be selected by them, you have to keep training every day without the slightest slack, but Most children can’t do it.”

"I can do it," the child said categorically.

Obviously, as long as he can stay in Beijing and stay with his parents, he is willing to do anything.

"Well, courage is commendable, but you still have to persist." Gao Han smiled encouragingly.

In fact, he really doesn't think that this kid can improve much in just one summer vacation. After all, playing football is a craft, relying on accumulation and perseverance, and it cannot be accomplished overnight.

At this time, he suddenly discovered something very interesting. It turned out that the child didn't even know him.

It seems that he is not a fan at all on weekdays, maybe he hasn't even encountered football.

Just as Gao Han was thinking about it, the child seemed to suddenly remember something and jumped up.

"It's broken, it's broken, I missed the time, I have to go back to cook quickly, uncle goodbye."

"Goodbye."

When Gao Han was about to wave his hand, he suddenly felt bright in front of him.

It turned out that the child dashed past him like a sharp arrow, very fast.

Gao Han opened his mouth wide in surprise, and when he was still able to see the figure, his eyes moved brightly and locked the child.

Gao Ren, nine years old, potential: one hundred and ninety.

"What?" Gao Han was even more surprised.

The potential value has reached one hundred and ninety, which is the potential of the top superstar, and his speed is so fast.

"This kid is fine." Gao Han smiled immediately.

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"Gao Ren, did you run to peek at other people's football again today? You even forgot to come back for cooking."

As night fell, in front of the simple mobile house on the construction site, Gao Ren and his parents sat around a square table cut from a cement template, on which were placed two hot stir-fry dishes and three bowls of steaming porridge.

The weather is hot. How can the couple, Gao Dazhu, who just came down from the construction site, eat such hot food?

The child Gao Ren knew that he had made a mistake, and stood aside with his head lowered, not daring to say anything.

"I have told you many times. Don’t peek at other people’s football games. That doesn’t belong to us. Your task now is to concentrate on studying, get good grades in the exams, get into a good university in the future, and come out to find a good job, then I It’s worth the hard work with your mother."

On weekdays, he works diligently on the construction site and is a simple and honest man. In front of his son, his father is still very dignified.

On the contrary, it was the mother. Hearing her husband training her son, he patted Gao Dazhu on the shoulder, "Why do I say that you are so stupid? I don't want to think about how long it takes for my son to live with us. It is rare for him to be interested. Let him go and see. Anyway, there is no need to spend money. Besides, doesn't his academic performance always rank first in the class?"

"That's not enough." Gao Dazhu sighed, "You don't know the school in our country. Let alone compare with Beijing, it's not as good as in the county. Can we get into a good junior high school as the number one elementary school in the country? Can I get into a good university?"

My mother was speechless immediately.

Their schools in the countryside are indeed incomparable to the outside, and they are worlds apart.

At the beginning, they thought about taking Gao Ren to go to school in Beijing, but there was no alternative. They couldn’t get into public schools, and they couldn’t afford the high private tuition, so they had no choice but to send Gao Han back to his hometown. Go to school.

Fortunately, this child is also sensible and has always been among the best in academic performance, which makes them very relieved.

"Dad, mom, you said, if I can pass their selection, will I be able to stay in Beijing and go to the prestigious school you mentioned?" Gao Ren asked suddenly.

Gao Dazhu and his wife looked at each other, but they didn't expect their son to have this thought.

"Don't think too much, son, I heard that they have very high selection requirements. Have you ever played football before? Does the elementary school in our village have football?"

Gao Ren's answer is shook his head~www.NovelMTL.com~ He has only come into contact with football in the past few days.

Even his football, because his father promised to give him a gift, he bought it after a long time. But he has not even a pair of shoes since playing football, so he can only practice barefoot.

"Don't say anything else, think about it, even if you are selected, can we afford the 10,000 yuan tuition?"

His father's words were heavy, but it shocked the precocious Gao Ren.

Yeah, even if he passes the selection, what about it?

He still has no money to go in and study, does he?

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, eat, eat." The mother hurriedly came out to complete the game.

But at this moment, I saw people constantly calling for the foreman in the distance, and then I saw the boss of the construction company with a young man in suit and leather walking towards them. The foreman in charge of the construction team on weekdays Leading the way, it seemed that he was polite to the young man.

This person, Gao Dazhu and other workers have all met, is the person in charge of Party A, is also the head of the youth training center, the prince of Beijing's famous real estate company, Mr. Xiang.

But this second generation who was originally considered to be a rich second generation to inspect the construction site, this time, led by the foreman, went straight to the door of Gao Dazhu’s family. Xiang Zong didn’t say a word, just staring at it with interest. Gao Dazhu's son Gao Ren.

This caused Gao Dazhu to panic. His first reaction was that his son went to steal from a tutor to play football and was found out. Everyone came to ask the teacher.

"Mr. Xiang, this stinky boy..."

But before he finished speaking, Xiang Tianming stretched out his hand to stop him, but still looked at Gao Ren with his eyes, as if he saw a baby, and smiled and asked: "Are you Gao Ren?"