Chapter 3: Do you still want to play football?

Lin Yuan finished his training and could not wait to pull his sister away. He didn’t want his sister to stay here more. He would stay away for a while and his sister’s soul would be taken away by coach Gao...
Lin Sisi, who was dragged away by Lin Yuan, was indeed very reluctant and turned back three steps at a time. She still failed to speak out the invitation to date, and lost the scene at that moment, as if she lost courage at once.
Other children were picked up by their parents one after another, and the stadium where the football training class was gradually restored to quiet and deserted.
The sun was slanting west, and the shadow of a row of simple houses on the court was stretched very long and projected onto the court. It was already very late. If the lights were not turned on, there would be no way to play here at night.
And Yang Wenlong's training course naturally has no money to pay for high electricity bills-the stadium lighting is very electricity-intensive-so here it is closed at night. In fact, if many children come to learn to play football at night, it is not impossible to pay another electricity class at night, but there is no such source of students.
In fact, Yang Wenlong’s football training class only has two classes on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. There are not so many children interested in football, and there are only a handful of parents who are willing to spend money to send their children to play football.
The status quo of Chinese football is like this ruined and rudimentary stadium. No one wants to be involved in football. If the children are really sent to play, then this life is ruined-no biological parents are willing to do such a thing.
Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong put all the training equipment into the warehouse. He locked the door, removed the key, and prepared to go out for dinner.
At this time, he was caught by Yang Wenlong.
"what do you think?"
Looking at Director Yang's serious look, Gao Zheng was a little surprised and panicked, and quickly defended: "I am really boring to Lin Yuan's sister, old man, don't think about it. You can rest assured, I will never do tarnishment The reputation of our training class..."
Yang Wenlong didn't expect Gao Zheng to answer this way. He patted Gao Zheng's head angrily: "What do you want! I'm not asking about this matter!"
Gao Zheng patted his chest and let out a breath: "Fortunately, alright..."
"What's the matter? I'm asking about your future plans!"
Gao Zheng put his hand on his heart.
"Lao Gao called me today."
"My Father?"
Yang Wenlong nodded: "He asked me to persuade you to go back to college."
Gao Zheng said nothing.
"I think what your dad said makes sense. According to regulations, national first-class athletes under the age of 22 enjoy special college recruitment policies. You are still under 20. You can go to college and find a job after graduation... "
Gao Zheng shook his head and refused very simply: "I will not go."
Yang Wenlong's attitude towards him was not surprising, and he didn't even persuade him, but he threw out another set of plans: "Then you will give me a coach certificate and be a coach."
Gao Zheng was frowning: "Why am I a coach, I can't control myself, but also others?"
The two were simply "the soldiers came to cover the water and the earth", and Yang Wenlong's proposal would be rejected by Gao Zheng for various reasons.
Until Yang Wenlong suddenly asked: "Do you still want to play football?"
Gao Zheng opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"Speak, didn't you just say it?"
Gao Zheng had to shake his head: "I don't know."
"Don't you know? Then what games do you go out with every week?"
"I didn't make it to make money. It's all amateur games, the whole living expenses..." Gao Zheng said with a grin.
"Why don't you sign a contract with me to make money? Paying you a salary every month, you still have to be a "mercenary"? Do you know how to scold you online?"
Gao Zheng looked indifferently towards the course, and the artificial turf had been worn away in some places, exposing the tarmac inside, like a black hole on the course.
"Old man, I don't think it's like how rich you are in your training class?"
"It's not a problem to support you... less nonsense, you have to give me a quasi-speak today! Kick or not kick!
"Isn't I kicking? At least one game a week, at most three games..." Facing Yang's anger, Gao Zheng still smiled.
"You know what I mean by kicking."
Gao Zheng's face appeared embarrassed: "Old man, I'm hungry, can we talk about it another day?"
"No! You have to make it clear to Lao Tzu today. You have stayed with me for almost a year. If you don't want to play football, what do you practice with Lao Tzu every morning and evening?"
"This... Isn't this going to play every week to make money, and of course we have to stay competitive..."
"Drink too little, don't smoke, you have to be so serious about playing a game? You lied to me that I didn't understand the ball?"
Gao Zheng was speechless.
"If you don't go home, you can't go to school, you can't work, you don't want to give you a salary, just live in this broken room and practice twice a day... Your mother is like an ascetic monk here in Laozi. What?" Yang Wenlong asked.
Gao Zheng could not give any answer, because he had no answer to this question at all.
Seeing how Gao Zheng kept his head silent, Yang Wenlong said angrily: "If you can't make up your mind, I will come to help you!" After he finished, he picked up the broom at hand, "Broken your leg and made you completely dead." Heart of playing football!"
"Don't make trouble, old man!" Gao Zheng quickly jumped to hide.
"Who made trouble with you? Laozi is serious!" Then, Yang Wenlong raised his broom again.
Seeing that Gao Zheng stretched his legs and ran.
Yang Wenlong waved up with a broom and chased: "Stinky boy, don't run!"
"I'm a fool if I don't run!" Gao Zheng ran faster.
Two people, one old and one young, started the chase on the football field.
But Yang Wenlong is a 60-year-old man after all, how could he catch up with a young and energetic guy? The two ran for two laps, and he sat tired on the ground, panting and breathless.
Gao Zheng then came together carefully: "Why are you old man..."
Before the words fell, Yang Wenlong suddenly smashed the broom in his hand, Gao Zheng dexterously turned around to dodge, and let the broom pass.
"Wow, you're cheating!" He pointed at Yang and yelled, exaggerating and pretentious.
Yang Wenlong snorted: "Isn't your kid very flexible? Wasn't the dodge just turned around very quickly? How does the left foot look like it has undergone surgery?"
Gao Zheng froze.
"Your feet, is enough rest?" Yang Wenlong, who was sitting on the ground, lifted his chin to Gao Zheng's left foot.
"My feet..." Gao Zheng looked down at his left foot.
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