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When Lin Sisi brought her younger brother to learn to play football again, she found that the tall and handsome figure was not in the training class.

Just as she looked around, Yang's voice sounded behind him: "He is gone."

"Eh?" Lin Sisi looked at Yang Gui unexpectedly. "Leave? Did you go home?"

"No, it's time to play football."

Lin Sisi was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking that going to play is the kind of amateur game that he usually plays, or that it has no meaning.

"He shouldn't be back again." Guiding Yang looked at the girl's infatuation and said again, then turned to the football field and ignored her.

Lin Sisi stood alone, just like a statue.

Lin Yuanxu went to her sister's side and saw her sitting on the sidelines, motionless. Although far away, Lin Yuan could see that her sister was in a daze.

This is the first time Lin Yuan sees her sister who has lost her soul.

"Lin Yuan! What kind of **** do you train? If you don't want to practice, go to rest!" Yang's scolding pulled Lin Yuan's attention back quickly.

After scolding Lin Yuan, Yang Wenlong also turned his gaze to the girl and shook his head gently.

That stupid boy...

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After the training, Lin Yuan packed his things and went home with his sister. On the way home, the sister did not say a word, and the whole person seemed to lose her spirit.

Lin Yuan knew this was because his sister did not see Coach Gao. In fact, during training, he heard his teammates say that Coach Gao will not be here anymore. As for where Coach Gao has gone, he does not know.

So my sister's appearance should be related to never seeing Coach Gao again, but he is still very strange.

"Where is Coach Gao better..." Lin Yuan purred.

"What do kids know?" Lin Sisi snorted.

"Why don't I get it? I know you like Coach Gao, right?"

Lin Sisi glanced at his brother, but did not speak.

"Why didn't I see what good Coach Gao has? All day long hanging child Lang... I heard that Director Yang has taken him in, but he still makes Director Yang angry... What kind of people do you like?"

Lin Sisi looked at his brother's bulging look and suddenly asked: "Do you think Coach Gao likes to laugh?"

Lin Yuan didn't expect that his sister would ask this question suddenly. He thought about it for a moment and then nodded: "It's true, I can see him laughing, and I don't know how happy there are so many days..."

"Then did you see Coach Gao every time he smiled, his smile would be a bit sad?"

Lin Yuan looked at his sister dumbfounded: "It's a smile, where is the melancholy?"

The elder sister knocked on the younger brother's head: "So what do children know!"

Lin Yuan shook his head with his hands and protested: "How come I don't understand? Is laughter the meaning of happiness, is happiness and melancholy not antonyms? I am in the fifth grade, and I understand it!"

Lin Sisi reached out and touched his head: "When you grow up, you will understand..."

Lin Yuan puckered, very unconvinced. He was eleven years old and already understood many things. How old would he be to understand?

But he can also see that his sister's mood is not very good today. He is afraid that his sister will knock on his head again, so he endured to say nothing.

Lin Sisi suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of the training class, which was the direction of sunset, west.

Her eyes did not fall on the gate of the training class, but she jumped over directly and looked to a more distant place. Is he working hard for his dream in a place far from her reach?

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Gao Zheng put his hand on the pergola, although he still had to squint his eyes, otherwise the sunlight reflected on the court was still dazzling enough.

In the winter morning in Italy, the sun is very strong, turning the yellowish turf into white.

He was dizzy and didn’t know if it was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight or because the jet lag hadn’t arrived yet—He and Uncle Guo arrived in Milan yesterday afternoon. Then Uncle Guo rented a car and they drove straight Modena. Because Sassuolo is a small town and does not have many hotels, they live in Modena, which is more than 20 kilometers away from Sassuolo.

It was already late at night to wait for a good stay in the hotel.

Obviously he should sleep, but because of the **** jet lag, Gao Zheng was lying in bed but not sleepy at all.

It was so confusing until the morning, because the first match of the scheduled training was in the morning, so he and Uncle Guo got up early, took a shower, simply ate breakfast, and drove to Sasso again. Lowe.

After so much trouble, he finally stood on the turf of Enzo Ritchie's training ground in Sassuolo.

But his mental state and physical condition are really not good.

Why do you have to wait for a long time to apply for a visa, and you have no time for preparation?

Of course, he didn't have much money, so he had to spend a lot of money on the budget. Being able to save a day in a hotel would save a little more money. It was really unconditional luxury to come to Sassuolo for a long time in advance.

Now this situation can only be caused by a variety of factors.

Gao Zheng has no way to complain about all this. He told Sassuolo about his difficulties. Will the club agree to postpone his training for a few days?

Moreover, this trial training was not the only one for him. Gao Zheng looked at the surroundings. In addition to him, two people also came to participate in this trial training.

A tall black man who was strong at first sight, and a short white man, plus him, a total of three people participated in this trial.

"Okay, guys. Let's play a game first and see how you perform." A coach-like man stood in front of them and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you perform poorly, this is just a simple test. , And will not determine your destiny based on the performance of this game. Next you will have to follow the team for a week of training, and finally there is a game. All the performance in the entire trial process will determine whether you Can stay here. Good luck."

After he finished, he left the court.

Gao Zheng looked at his teammates again. The two people who came with him for training, one was a defender, standing in the back line, and the other was a winger, standing on the side. Of course, he is still a center, standing outside the middle circle, waiting for the main reserve team kick-off.

Most of the reserve team are players of the same age as Gao Zheng. He came to test this team, not the first team of Sassuolo. Even if he is able to sign a contract with the team through trial training, he must first go to the reserve team to train the game before he can enter the first team.

A whistle sounded and the game began.

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Although this is not a game that determines fate, the people who participate in the trial training are still working hard. After all, if they perform well, they can leave a good impression on the coaches who observe on the sidelines, and the first impression is very important. .

Gao Zheng didn't perform well at first, and it was obvious that his body was not at his best.

The first time he took the ball, he lost control of the ball under the interference of the opponent. When the opponent hit him a little harder, he would have difficulty maintaining control of the football. In the amateur competition, he once faced a variety of physical contacts, but none of them can be compared with today.

This is a world completely different from the kind of amateur competitions he plays in China. The strength of confrontation and the speed of the competition are far higher than those in China. Compared with domestic competitions, domestic amateur competitions are like playing with children.

Gao Zheng has not experienced this feeling for a long time...

A little strange.

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