Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

All tests are now complete.

Pascal returned to the bench on the sidelines and went through all the data on the whiteboard.

Zhang Kuang took the water offered by the staff and drank it in big gulps. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pascal and Jonathan talking in hushed tones—both of them had serious expressions and their eyes kept glancing in his direction.

About five minutes later, Jonathan and Pascal came over.

"Zhang, come sit down." He sat down opposite Zhang Kuang, his expression completely different from when he came—when he came it was "routine," but now it was with a kind of...excited restraint.

Pascal turned the writing tablet over; it was covered with dense data.

"I'll get straight to the point," Pascal cleared his throat. "Your physical attributes and basic skills have exceeded my expectations before I came here, especially your physical attributes, which have the potential to be a top striker."

Your overall striker rating, converted to our industry standard, is 79 points. However, your winger and attacking midfielder roles are less than ideal. Your dribbling, defense, and passing are still quite poor. Perhaps the basic training in your country is a bit... well, you know, there might be a gap compared to Europe.

"What level is 79 points in Ligue 1?" Zhang Kuang asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Jonathan didn't answer immediately, but instead pulled a table from Pascal's folder next to him—it was the average data rating of all the forwards in Ligue 1 this season.

"The average rating for starting strikers in Ligue 1 this season is between 71 and 78," Jonathan said, pointing to the table. "A score of 79 means you can directly compete for a starting position in a Ligue 1 team vying for Champions League qualification."

He paused, then added, "And you're only 18."

Jonathan emphasized the words "18 years old".

In the world of football, achieving the same statistics at 18 and 25 years old have completely different meanings. The former represents an untapped potential, while the latter may represent a finished product—or even the ceiling.

"The data department will prepare a detailed analysis report, but my initial assessment is—" Pascal interrupted, looking at Zhang Kuang, "your potential score is above 90."

"Above 90..." Jonathan repeated the number beside him, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table twice.

Pascal continued, "The rating for a world-class player starts at 95. Players with a rating above 90 are the kind that are scouted by top clubs every year—what people often call 'world-class' players."

Jonathan took a deep breath, opened the folder in front of him, pulled out a pre-printed document, and pushed it in front of Zhang Kuang.

"This is our company's standard brokerage agreement," Jonathan said, his tone much more formal than before.

Zhang Kuang glanced down at it—it wasn't a formal contract, but a "Letter of Intent for Brokerage Agency," with only a few core clauses:

1. The period from the date of signing this agreement until the signing of the first professional contract shall be a trial period for exclusive cooperation between the two parties.

2. During this period, Sport Cover will be responsible for finding and providing trial opportunities for Zhang Kuang in European clubs (first and second divisions) and assisting in negotiating professional contracts. The company will not charge any other fees during this period.

3. If a professional contract is successfully signed, Sport Cover will become the official exclusive agency for Zhang Kuang, representing him in football-related business and contract negotiations for a period of five years.

4. Commission rates after a formal signing of an agency contract: 10% of the player's professional contract amount, and 15% for commercial endorsements.

After reading it, Zhang Kuang looked up at Jonathan.

"As I said, I don't have any other requirements for the agency contract. I only ask that the final decision-making power regarding anything concerning me rests solely with myself. The agency or agent only has the right to offer advice and negotiate business matters."

"Okay, I agree to this clause." He stood up, waved his hand to call his assistant, and said, "Add the clause that Mr. Zhang mentioned earlier."

Zhang Kuang nodded in satisfaction: "Mr. Jonathan, you are very sincere, so I won't be coy either. I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

"Haha, okay, within a week," Jonathan said, "I'll find you trial opportunities with no fewer than three teams. Let's start with Ligue 1, and I'll try to get you into other leagues as well."

"No problem, you're professionals, you can handle it."

Shortly after, the two signed the "Letter of Intent," officially establishing their cooperation.

---

It was already dark when we came out of the training field.

Zhang Kuang sat in the back of Jonathan's car, watching the Parisian street scene recede outside the window, but his mind was preoccupied with other things.

A striker rating of 79 is enough for him to play in Ligue 1, but that's all he can do.

To become the protagonist, to win the Golden Boot, the MVP, and the championship—he needs higher ratings and stronger abilities.

And all of this requires one thing: Qi and Blood Points!

So, the "Study in France Squad," get ready to tremble with fear!

Jonathan glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Where do you live?"

"District 16".

"District 16?" Jonathan was somewhat surprised. "It's not cheap there."

"It's free," Zhang Kuang said. "A friend sponsored it."

Jonathan didn't ask any further questions: "There's an indoor training center in District 16. I know the person in charge. I can get you a monthly pass. It has artificial turf, so it can be used in winter. You can train on your own for the time being to maintain your fitness level. We'll cover the cost."

Thanks.

After that, he went back to the hotel he had previously rented, checked out, and took his large suitcase, which contained all his belongings.

He has no close relatives left in China, such as uncles or aunts. He rarely interacts with them because they are poor.

Even when his father passed away, these uncles and aunts only came to offer a perfunctory condolence, and none of them took the initiative to contact Zhang Kuang afterward.

Therefore, this large suitcase represents his wandering background and mood. He took a taxi and headed to District 16.

The car stopped beside that familiar street in District 16. Zhang Kuang got out of the car, carrying his newly bought bag, and walked into the apartment building with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

In the elevator, he took out his phone and checked it—Aisha had sent him a message:

Are you back? Lina ordered Chinese takeout and saved some for you.

Zhang Kuang's lips curled slightly, and he replied with two words:

【arrive.】

The elevator doors opened, and he smelled the aroma of food, as well as Lina's voice from inside shouting, "Come in quickly, do you even know how to use chopsticks?"

tonight.

There are still 9 Qi and Blood points waiting for him. It has to be said that Middle Eastern women are really unexpected. They have the appearance of Westerners, but they are more voluptuous and exotic. Moreover, they have always held the Chinese people in the proper respect.

Because they have known about China's strength for thousands of years, they do not have the same contemptuous thoughts towards the Chinese as Westerners who have never experienced China's strength.

Aside from body odor, Middle Eastern women are incredibly attractive.

However, body odor is not a problem for Zhang Kuang; his cleaning technique can keep the odor gone for 6 hours.

"Hey Zhang, you're here? Come on, try some authentic Chinese food in France."

Upon seeing Zhang Kuang's arrival, the enthusiastic Lina stepped forward to hug him, and Zhang Kuang took the opportunity to grab a handful of her bouncy buttocks.