He unleashed a world-class goal with a single kick; you're saying this is Su Chao?

At the end of the corridor was a door with an A4 sheet of paper pasted on it, bearing the following words:

U17 reporting for duty.

Pushing open the door, you enter a small conference room where about ten people are already seated—all trial players who have come to report for duty today.

They were about the same age as Chen Xun, around seventeen or eighteen years old. Some were wearing training uniforms, while others were wearing ordinary sportswear.

When they saw Chen Xun come in, the group looked up and sized him up.

Chen found a seat and sat down.

Li Jun stepped forward and cleared his throat: "Everyone's here. Let me first explain today's arrangements."

He opened the folder and took out a stack of forms:

"The physical fitness test will begin at 8:00 a.m., including the 30-meter sprint, standing triple jump, 2,000-meter run, and YOYO fitness test."

"Ten basic skills test: passing and receiving the ball, ball control around cones, shooting, and heading the ball."

"Position testing will be conducted at 11:30 AM, followed by an 8-on-8 match at 2:00 PM."

"Is there a problem?"

No one spoke.

"Okay, let's go get our training clothes first, then warm up on the field."

The training uniform is the same as the one I wore during yesterday's tryout.

Chen Xun took a set of clothes and went to the changing room to change.

The size is a bit better than yesterday's outfit; at least it's not wobbly anymore.

When he came out after changing his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, but still took out the pair of fluorescent pink sneakers from his backpack.

The moment the shoelaces were tied tight, he felt as if two pink signal flares were strapped to his feet.

As I walked out of the locker room, the first thing I encountered was a mouse.

Mouse was originally a regular player, but this time he's the coach's assistant.

He wasn't very old to begin with, but he'd been playing football since he was a child and had been with Ozhi for two years.

He's very outgoing.

The mouse was squatting by the playground tying its shoelaces when it caught a glimpse of fluorescent powder approaching from afar. When it looked up, it froze.

His gaze moved from Chen Xun's face to his feet, then back to his face. His lips moved, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Your shoes... are quite unique."

"A gift from a friend."

Chen Xun remained expressionless.

The mouse's eyes narrowed subtly: "What friend would give you this color? Your girlfriend, right?"

"no."

"That's a female friend."

The mouse's mouth was practically stretched to its ears in a wide grin. It stood up, patted Chen Xun on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Bro, any female friend who gives you fluorescent pink sneakers will eventually become your girlfriend. My sister gave my brother-in-law a pair of pink basketball shoes, and now their child is two years old."

Chen Xun: "..."

The mouse squinted, then looked down at the black and white Assassin's Shoes on its feet, and suddenly felt a little bored.

He is still single.

I really want to wear pink shoes!

When Li Jun walked over, he also noticed the pink sneakers on Chen Xun's feet.

He paused for a moment, then moved away expressionlessly and blew his whistle.

"gather!"

All the trial players stood in a row in the center of the field.

There was another person next to Li Jun, around fifty years old, with gray hair, deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a faded gray tracksuit and an old-fashioned pair of Warrior sneakers.

He doesn't look like a football coach; he looks more like an old farmer who has just finished working in the fields.

But everyone who saw him instinctively straightened up.

Zhou Guoliang.

The head coach of Changzhou Aozhi.

In Changzhou's football circles, this name represents a legend.

Twenty years ago, he was the tough defensive midfielder for the Jiangsu team, nicknamed "Zhou the Iron Shovel".

It means that shoveling is as ruthless and precise as digging with a shovel.

After retiring, he declined the invitation to become an assistant coach for the provincial team and returned to Changzhou to lead youth training, where he stayed for fifteen years.

In the past fifteen years, seven of the players he has coached have made it to professional teams, three have been selected for the national youth team, and one is now a key player in the Chinese Super League.

He is usually stern and has a bad temper; he can even make people cry during training.

However, the team he led was highly disciplined and had extremely strong tactical execution capabilities.

They are known as a tough nut to crack in the province's youth training circle.

Zhou Guoliang's gaze swept across the faces of each trial player.

When his gaze swept over Chen Xun, it shifted downwards slightly and landed on the pair of fluorescent pink sneakers.

Pause, then move away.

"start!"

He only said two words, then turned and walked to the folding chair by the playground, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked like a Buddha statue.

The first event was a 30-meter sprint.

This is Chen Xun's home turf.

The 30-meter mark is the first half of the 100-meter sprint, testing starting reaction and explosive power.

For a national-level athlete who runs 100 meters in 10.90 seconds, this is incredibly easy.

Li Jun stood at the finish line with a stopwatch in hand, while Zhou Guoliang sat motionless in a folding chair.

The first group of three people stood on the starting line.

Chen Xun was on the outermost path.

"On your marks... Run!"

The starting signal was given.

Chen Xun was like a tightly compressed spring suddenly released, and he gained a clear advantage with his first step.

His starting posture was completely different from the two people next to him.

Those two players used the common standing start technique used by football players, with their center of gravity high and the force of their first push-off dispersed.

Chen Xun used standard sprint starting technique, keeping his center of gravity extremely low, and his first few steps almost skimmed the ground.

After three steps, he had already taken a half-body lead.

Ten meters later, he was one body length ahead.

The finish line is 30 meters away.

When he crossed the finish line, he had left the second-place finisher nearly two meters behind.

"8.03 seconds!"

Li Jun looked surprised when he announced the results.

The average time for the U17 national team's 3-meter sprint is around 9 seconds.

Chen Xun's achievement would rank him among the top 30 in the country for his age group.

The other trial players waiting for their tests exchanged glances, all of them startled!

They were all interviewees and didn't see Chen Xun's match yesterday.

Mouse whispered from the side, "He was originally on the track and field team, the 100-meter class."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"You didn't ask either."

Zhou Guoliang sat in a folding chair, his expression unchanged, and simply wrote a few words on the form with a pen.

The second event is the standing triple jump.

This project tests the continuous explosive power and coordination of the lower limbs.

Chen Xun's explosive power goes without saying, but in terms of coordination, he had not specifically trained in the standing triple jump before.

The first place is 8.35 meters.

Chen Xun ranked second.

The third event is the 2,000-meter run.

This is one of the most troublesome projects for football players.

The 2,000-meter race is between middle-distance running and endurance running, requiring both speed and endurance. After finishing the race, your lungs feel like they've been sanded.

But for Chen Xun, this was just his daily routine.

What is the daily routine of a track and field team?

It involves running at least 10 kilometers every day, doing interval training until you feel nauseous, and running ten sets of 400-meter sprints in a row with only a one-minute rest in between.

Two kilometers?

It's just a warm-up.

The starting gun fired.

He ran steadily in the leading group, his pace even and his breathing steady.

By the time he reached the last lap, everyone else was already panting heavily, but he still had the energy to accelerate.

When he crossed the finish line, he didn't even bend over to support his knees; he just stood there adjusting his breathing, as if he had just finished a set of calisthenics.

"5 minute and 56 second".

This is yet another achievement that surpasses the level of the U17 national team.

After watching the other trial team members cross the finish line, Haozi collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Chen Xun stood there as if nothing had happened.

abnormal!

The mouse muttered to itself.