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

Chen Xun sat on the sofa.

Xu Yourong placed the bowl on the coffee table; inside were two soft-boiled eggs.

The eggs were laid crookedly, clearly made by a beginner.

Chen Xun knew that Xu Yourong didn't usually cook; it was always her master's wife and master who did it.

It must have been so hard for her!

She shoved the chopsticks into Chen Xun's hand and turned her face away, saying, "Eat up, and wash the bowl afterwards. I won't take care of you."

Chen Xun picked up his chopsticks, poked the soft-boiled egg, and the golden egg liquid flowed into the soup.

As expected of mother and daughter, even though they didn't make much, the taste was just as good as the master's wife's.

Over the past six years, he has eaten countless bowls of egg noodles like this at this house.

Every time he trained to the point of exhaustion, Lao Xu would drag him home, where his wife would always cook a big bowl of noodles with two poached eggs.

Old Xu would sit beside him, watching him wolf down his food with a smile on his face.

Xu Yourong was still little then, and she would always pout and protest, "Dad! You're being unfair! I want two eggs too!"

Old Xu would tap her on the head: "Your brother is tired from training, why are you, a little girl, eating so much?"

Those were tough times; we were always running endlessly.

But Mr. and Mrs. Xu treated him like their own son.

He originally planned to use the admission notice from Shanghai University of Physical Education to make Lao Xu proud and bring honor to his teacher's wife.

But now...

Thank goodness for the cheat code!

Chen Xun sniffed, stuffed a large mouthful of noodles into his mouth, and grimaced from the heat.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Xu Yourong's voice rang out from the side, handing over a tissue.

Chen Xun took the tissue, wiped his mouth, and looked up at her.

The little girl was looking down at her phone, her ears were bright red, and she was adorably stubborn.

After dinner, Xu Yourong had already pulled out the sofa bed.

This sofa bed was specially bought by Lao Xu. It folds up to be a sofa and unfolds into a single bed.

A blue checkered blanket was laid on top.

This is Chen Xun's second home.

Old Xu's house has two bedrooms and one living room.

Xu Yourong stayed in one room, her master and mistress shared another, and they bought Chen Xun a sofa bed.

He sleeps here whenever he trains too late or when it rains and he can't go home.

"The blanket was just aired out!"

Xu Yourong threw the pillow at him.

Chen Xun caught it nimbly.

Xu Yourong snorted and turned to go back to her room.

boom!

The door closed.

Chen Xun lay on the sofa bed, staring at the ceiling.

My ankle doesn't hurt much anymore.

Press it twice more, and it should be better in less than a week.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Robben cutting inside flashed through his mind again.

Robben's fluid movements and unstoppable shots made him a fearsome figure among defenders worldwide.

I'll try it once I'm healed!

Chen Xun's heart was pounding.

Just then!

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock rang out.

Old Xu is back.

Push open the door.

You could smell the cigarette emanating from him from a great distance.

Old Xu doesn't usually smoke much.

Chen Xun's heart sank.

Seeing Chen Xun lying on the sofa, Lao Xu stopped and sighed.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light one when he looked at Chen Xun. Then he put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"I went to the school and also spoke with people from the education bureau."

Old Xu's voice was very low, as if it had lost its support, weak and feeble.

"There were no cameras in the starting area, and Fei Zixin insisted that it was an accident. The education bureau officials said that accidents are inevitable in sports competitions, and his results should not be canceled because of this."

"The school also said that there is no precedent for making up exams, and this year's guaranteed admission spot has been given to Fei Zixin."

Although he already knew this would be the outcome, hearing it with his own ears still felt like being stabbed in the back.

A guaranteed admission spot, a bonus, and Lao Xu's permanent position and intermediate professional title...

Everything was ruined!

"Regarding the venue..."

Old Xu paused for a moment: "The school just started a special class for sports students, and all the resources are being allocated to the new batch. The playground is now under Coach Wang's management..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xun already understood what he meant.

Even his training was restricted!

Chen Xun looked up at the coach sitting in front of him.

Old Xu's hair had turned quite white, and the wrinkles on his face had become even deeper.

He's only forty, but he looks like he's in his fifties.

He was assassinated back then, which ended his professional career.

Now his most prized disciple has been betrayed by the same person's disciple using the same methods.

How ironic!

But what can an ordinary teacher like him, who doesn't usually scheme or plot, do at this time?

"I don't want to train in track and field anymore."

Chen Xun took a deep breath and announced his decision.

Old Xu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "What did you say?"

His voice was trembling.

"I know you're hurting, but I'm hurting even more than you are!"

Old Xu grabbed his arm: "But you can't give up because of this setback! You're the most talented track and field athlete I've ever seen. Let's train for another year, and we'll definitely get into a better university next year!"

Chen Xun shook his head: "I didn't act on impulse."

Actually, he had already thought it through while he was at the foot massage parlor.

The track and field path is too narrow.

If I don't play football, wouldn't all my amazing skills have been wasted?

"I want to play soccer!"

Old Xu was stunned when he heard Chen Xun's words.

He looked at Chen Xun, his eyes shifting from shock to confusion, and then to heartache.

He thought Chen Xun had suffered too much of a blow and had given up on himself.

Also.

Anyone would break down in this situation.

If it weren't for a breakdown, what kind of good person would choose football?

How badly has Chinese football deteriorated?

They're cursing online every day!

Memes featuring the "Refund Bro" are everywhere, and the sea cucumber meme has been overused.

What future is there in playing football?

If you play well, you might only get a spot in a second-tier Chinese football club, earning a few thousand yuan a month, which is less than what a food delivery driver makes.

If you don't play well, you won't even get to eat.

Old Xu opened his mouth.

Looking into Chen Xun's determined eyes, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

He knew his apprentice's temperament; he was stubborn and once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

Perhaps a change of environment would be good.

At least I won't have to see that runway again, or think about those disgusting things anymore.

"well……"

Old Xu sighed again and rubbed his face hard.

"Kick it if you want!"

"When I was in school, I had a teammate named Li Jun, who is now a youth training coach at Changzhou Aozhi Football Club. I'll give him a call, tell him about your situation, and suggest you go and give it a try. Whether you can stay or not depends on your own abilities."

Chen Xun's eyes lit up.

He had never played football before, and although he had Robben's inside cut, he had no clue about some basic techniques and training.

Football is a team sport, so you can't rely on just one person.

It would be great to get into a club.

What he lacks now is systematic training.

"Thank you, Director Xu!"

"Don't thank me yet."

Old Xu waved his hand: "Football is not like track and field. The competition is more intense and more arduous. Moreover... football really doesn't have much of a future now. There are mostly enthusiasts, but the professional prospects are generally not good. Think it over yourself."

Chen Xun nodded.

Of course he knew.

If you randomly browse any video about Chinese football online, the comment section will be full of insults.

Is there any hope for Chinese football?

"Disband it, stop wasting taxpayers' money."

"I could do it too, since I'd lose anyway."

……