When Yang Wenlong came to the training class in the morning, Gao Zheng had just completed his morning exercises every morning.

"Give it, breakfast." Yang Wenlong handed Gao Zheng the plastic bag in his hand.

Gao Zheng untied the plastic bag and started eating it directly.

"How was yesterday's game?" Yang Wenlong asked casually.

"I earned 10,000, and I took 5,000." Gao Zheng chewed the food in his mouth and said in a vague way.

"Tsk tsk. No wonder you don't want to kick it anymore. It's so easy to make money like this." The old man snorted.

"Old man, even if I want to play, what are my ways?" Gao Zheng spread his hands. "Hey, is it so easy to play professional football that you can play just by wanting to play?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Wenlong widened his eyes, "As long as you want to kick, I will help you find a way!"

"That's what you said."

"What I said, your mother-in-law..."

"Then I'll kick it!"

"Ah?" Yang Wenlong didn't react at once.

"I said I want to play professional football, old man, I want to play. Didn't you say you could help me find a way?"

"Good boy, you're waiting for me here." But Yang Wenlong was not angry at all, "Have you thought about it? Didn't it take a whim?"

"Well, I've thought about it, I still want to try the professional football path."

Yang Wenlong looked at the disciple who was once the most proud, and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, I'll go find a way for you, just wait for good news!"

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Gao Zheng originally thought that the old man found a way for him to help him was domestic, because if he wanted to play professional football, there were also China League One and the Chinese Super League in China. But unexpectedly, a week later, he brought him a bit of a blast.

"A Zheng, come and help me see what is written in this email?" Yang Wenlong called Gao Zheng into his office and showed Gao Zheng an open email from the computer.

This is an email written in Italian, and only Gao Zheng can understand it.

“Sassuolo Football Club, Italy…”

Gao Zheng only looked at the beginning and turned his head in surprise and looked at the old man.

"I have a friend who is in the tiles business here. He has business dealings with Sassuolo. Through his relationship, he helped you contact the Sassuolo Club. Now I have sent an email there, but I can't understand it, so I asked you to translate it for me." Yang Wenlong pointed to the computer screen, "Hurry up, continue to translate."

Gao Zheng withdrew his gaze and focused on the email. The email was short, and the specific meaning was simple, that is, the Sassuolo Club was willing to provide him with a one-week trial opportunity. If he performed well in the trial, he would have the opportunity to sign a contract.

"But we have to take care of the air tickets and accommodation costs..." Gao Zheng frowned when he said this. He knew best about his own pockets. He had no savings at all. The money he earned in every game was quickly spent - compared with his outstanding talent in football, he really had no ability in financial management.

After half of the 10,000 yuan spent in the last game was given to Zhao, only 5,000 yuan was left. During this period, the old man formulated a special training plan for him to train well and restore his physical condition. At the same time, he was forbidden from going out to play again, and he had no source of income and could only rely on the 5,000 yuan to support him. In addition, how could he still give out the extra money to Italy?

"You don't have to think about money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand and said happily: "That is to say, as long as you perform well in the trial training, you can sign a professional contract with them."

But Gao Zheng still cares about the money issue: "Why don't you need to think about it? Air tickets plus accommodation are not a small amount of money..."

The old man was very impatient: "If you say no, just don't worry, don't worry, anyway, you will definitely have money to let you go to Italy."

"Or I'd better play a few games..."

Before Gao Zheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wenlong's scolding: "You dare! What if you get injured? Don't worry about money. Just train me well during this period! Give me your passport and I will ask my friend to get your visa together."

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Gao Zheng shrank his neck and dared not speak anymore.

After receiving a clear reply from Italy, Yang Wenlong was in a good mood. He turned off the computer, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the office.

When he left, Gao Zheng could still hear him humming! This scene rarely happens to the old man...

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Half a month later, Gao Zheng's visa to Italy was completed, and the countdown had begun to begin before he set off for Italy.

He called his parents and told them that he would not go back to college and would go to Italy to pursue his dream of professional football again.

As a result, he was scolded by his mother: "You don't want your feet anymore?"

"My feet are fine. Mom, I've been resting for a year. What can I do?"

"You said it's okay, it's okay? Didn't the authority tell you not to play football? You really want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"

Listening to his mother's reprimand, Gao Zheng felt helpless. This is why he would rather live in the old man's prefecture house and earn living expenses by playing wild football than go home to ask his parents for a penny.

"Okay, okay..." Gao Zheng's father persuaded his wife away and replaced him to talk to Gao Zheng.

"Your mom is worried about you too."

"I know, dad."

"She had helped you find a relationship here and wanted you to go back to study, but the result..."

"Dad, I'm really not a good student, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to play football at the beginning. I've played football for so many years and now I'm going to go back to school. What can I learn?"

"As long as you can get a diploma, we will help you find a relationship..."

Gao Zheng interrupted his father: "You always say help me, help me...but I can't rely on you for the rest of my life, Dad. I like playing football and only know how to play football. I want to try to see if I can play in football, otherwise my ten years of hard work would be wasted?"

Dad didn't say anything anymore, and after a long time he sighed: "Actually, your mother doesn't want you to be successful in football, she just hopes you can be safe and healthy..."

"I know, dad, I will pay attention, and I don't want to come back in a wheelchair."

"Everyone says that you can't help but have a big deal. If you think it through, just do it. You don't have to worry about the family, we're going to be fine."

"Um."

Before hanging up the phone, my father sighed: "I really don't know whether it was a good or a bad thing to ask you to play football in the first place..."

Gao Zheng didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing. Football allowed him to enjoy fame and joy, but it also brought him injuries and pain. Perhaps just like football always has black and white, everything always has good or bad sides. You can't just want to enjoy the benefits, but you are unwilling to bear the price.

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PS, it is said to be Children's Day, but it is actually "Tired Parents' Day".

I went to participate in the children's kindergarten early this morning because I could take some photos and was called by the teacher to work as a part-time photographer.

In the afternoon, I took the child to my grandparents' house, so I had to fix the photos I took in the morning and gave them to the kindergarten teacher.

I also have to take my children to the show at night.

The child is growing up, and I, a father, cannot miss too many people on his growth path, so there is no way. I will be a waste of this day.

Fortunately, I have some savings, so I can continue to update two more tomorrow...
Chapter completed!