June 2013.
At the training base of the Dragon Country's National Youth Team.
It was a hot summer, and the sun was shining high in the sky.
The pace of the National Youth Team members running on the field was particularly dull.
As a new team preparing for next year's Asian Youth Championship, this year's National Youth Team's every move received much attention.
Countless Dragon Country people wanted to know.
Dragon Country's football... Was there still a future?
Today's training base was even more open.
The reporters from the major media outlets were allowed to follow and report.
"Damn it, why didn't you pass the ball to me just now? Do you still want to stay in the team?!”
On the field.
A roar suddenly sounded near the goal.
The surrounding players were silent out of fear.
They exchanged terrified looks.
This was the son of the leader of the National Youth Team.
Zhao Yan.
He was a true member of the National Youth Team.
Compared to other players who came from a grassroots background.
In terms of background, one was heaven and the other was earth!
Almost no players dared to provoke him.
"Brother Zhao, Brother Sun's position was better than yours, so I…"
A weak voice sounded.
The National Youth Team member beside him looked at the owner of the voice with pity.
You still dare to talk back?
"Get lost. You don't have to continue training.”
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered.
The young player's face turned red. He opened his mouth but did not say anything. He walked to the sidelines with a dejected face and a drooping head.
Seeing that the young player was driven off by Zhao Yan, the coach on the sidelines did not stop him. Instead, he chatted happily with the assistant coach beside him.
"Young Master Zhao is becoming more and more charismatic. He has the potential to become the captain of the National Youth Team.”
As he spoke, he waved to the substitutes 'bench.
A player who was eager to try rushed onto the court impatiently.
He ran to Zhao Yan's side with a flattering expression.
"Brother Zhao, Little Dong that stinky brat is insensible. You'll see. I'll make the ball for you, and you just need to score!”
"I promise I'll let you show off in front of Sister-in-law!”
Zhao Yan snorted coldly when he heard that and gritted his teeth fiercely."Keep an eye on Ye Lingfeng on the other side. If he scores again, all of you can go home and feed the pigs!”
As she spoke, her gaze drifted to a tall and graceful figure outside the arena.
The so-called sister-in-law mentioned by the National Youth Team members.
It was his goddess, Su Qian 'qian, whom he had a crush on for a long time!
In today's open training match, Zhao Yan had wanted to show off in front of his goddess.
However, his plans were all messed up!
Even after that damned Ye Lingfeng scored.
Su Qian 'qian actually clapped her hands and cheered, appearing very happy!
This made Zhao Yan feel extremely frustrated!
Today, the National Youth Team's leader, Zhao Tai, personally arranged this open training. Outside the field, media reporters gathered.
Originally, Zhao Tai wanted to use the media to create a wave of power for his son.
He was crowned as the new genius of the National Youth League.
Naturally, Zhao Yan was promoted to the captain of the National Youth Team.
However, as soon as the training match began, he regretted it.
That dual-nationality Chinese named Ye Lingfeng was a piece of sh * t!
He didn't understand the ways of the world at all.
The training match had started for more than twenty minutes, and they had already scored twice.
He directly beat up Zhao Yan's team A players.
He had completely stolen the limelight!
If this went on, how could he promote his son to be the captain?!
He listened to the whispers of the reporters on the sidelines and the sound of the camera shutter.
Under the camera, the National Youth Team leader Zhao Tai's face was ashen as he stared hatefully at the young figure running on the field in the distance!
"Leader, should we replace that Chinese? If this continues,"
A middle-aged man beside Zhao Tai said hesitantly.
"After playing the first half, let him roll down!”
Zhao Tai lowered his voice and said fiercely.
The reporters on the sidelines were staring at him, so he couldn't replace Ye Lingfeng at this time.
However, the anger in his heart had already accumulated to a certain extent.
In the Dragon Country's football circle, how could he be qualified to play football if he did not understand the ways of the world?!
Chinese? A naturalized player?
La Masia Youth Training Camp?
What was the use?
This was the Dragon Country!
If you don't understand the ways of the world, get lost!
At this moment, Ye Lingfeng.
He jogged on the field, feeling a little bored.
There was no other reason. The other party was really too weak.
He was even worse than the junior high school student he met at the Spanish jungle course.
In his previous life, he had heard rumors about the Dragon Country's men's football players 'stopping the ball ten meters away' and 'breaking the siege into their own goal'.
And it was even more so!
That's right, he was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he was a veteran football fan. On the first day of the new year, after seeing the national football team lose to Yuenan in a humiliating manner, he was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and died.
He was reborn back in 2013, in the body of a Chinese player with Spanish and Argentina nationality.
He was also a player who had been studying at Barcelona's La Masia Youth Training Camp, known as the 'Youth Training Heaven', for two years!
Recently, as a naturalized player, he was recruited by the Dragon Country's National Youth Team to participate in the selection of next year's Asian Youth Championship.
Originally, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the rotten Dragon Country football was just a rumor.
But seeing it in person, he was really speechless.
Rotten, too rotten!
He didn't kick the ball well, but his feet were still very dirty.
In the 20 minutes of the game, he suffered several flying shovels.
Moreover, the situation of the team members forming cliques was very serious.
Most of the players were frantically sucking up to the manager's son, Zhao Yan.
At the age of 16 or 17, they had already lived like bootlickers.
And this was only the National Youth Team!
It was hard to imagine how difficult it would be for a player without a background to play on a real national team.
In other words, these grassroots players could not reach that step at all. There was a high probability that they would be passed halfway!
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