Director Zhao is not the abbreviation of "Director Zhao". These two words are written in the name column of his ID card and household registration book - Director Zhao.

His name is Director Zhao.

When Director Zhao's father first named him, he held the simple Chinese values ​​of "I hope my son will become a dragon" and "whatever name is chosen" and gave his son such a name, hoping that his son will become the director in the future.

However, this child from an ordinary peasant family is obviously not a good job as an official. He has not been able to study since childhood and finally embarked on the path of playing football.

Therefore, he became teammates in the football school with Gao Zheng.

Although he called Gao Zheng "Brother Zheng", he is actually a few months older than Gao Zheng...

Now Director Zhao is standing outside the gate of Yang Wenlong's football training class, waiting for Gao Zheng to come out.

Gao Zheng was leading the children to warm up before training.

Yang Wenlong saw Director Zhao who was protruding his head at the door.

Like Gao Zheng, Director Zhao is also his disciple, but the talents of the two are very different.

He knew what Director Zhao was doing with Gao Zheng now. To be honest, he didn't like this kind of thing very much. Director Zhao should also know his attitude, so he hid outside every time he came to see Gao Zheng and did not dare to come in.

In fact, Yang Wenlong's attitude towards Gao Zheng is different from that towards him. If he is dissatisfied with Gao Zheng, he will curse him directly, but he has never scolded Director Zhao once - he can't speak that. He always feels that Director Zhao's current situation is related to him. If Director Zhao had not learned to play football here at the beginning, he might not have ended like this...

Gao Zheng finished the task of leading the team to warm up, greeted Yang Wenlong, and walked out of the training class without even changing his clothes. Yang Wenlong snorted behind him, and then shouted at the children: "Want to warm up, do you still have to rest? Get up!"

Gao Zheng saw Director Zhao and greeted him: "Old Zhao, you are waiting outside again. How many times have you told you that the old man won't eat you."

Director Zhao shook his head: "I'm still afraid of him..."

"What's the old man who is afraid of?" Gao Zheng curled his lips.

Director Zhao smiled: "Of course you don't have to be afraid of him. At that time, no one in the team knew that you were his godson, ha! Let's go, start an hour later, go and leave early to leave a good impression on the bosses..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards a broken Wuling Rongguang parked on the side of the road. The headlights and rearview mirrors of the car were all stuck with transparent tape. Who knows which of the small broken Iraqi car is? Anyway, it is said that Director Zhao spent 2,000 yuan to buy it. Usually, he helped Gao Zheng play the "special car" of Gao Zheng when he had a competition.

When Director Zhao turned around and walked towards the car, Gao Zheng's gaze fell on his right leg knee. With a little attention, he could tell that his walking posture was a bit strange. The movement of his right leg exerting force was different from that of his left leg, and his body was not very coordinated.

Gao Zheng took his eyes back from Director Zhao's right knee and looked at his left foot.

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Sitting in the passenger seat of the magic car, Gao Zheng listened to Director Zhao driving and introduced him to the situation of the competition for a while:

"...The two companies are competitors, so they have always had revenge. Last month, your team was invited to the other party's city to play against them, but they lost 1:5. They were ridiculed by the other party for half a month. They couldn't swallow this, so they made an appointment for the second game. This time it was home court, of course, I hope to take revenge, so they came to you."

Gao Zheng was a little absent-minded: "Oh."

"But this time the opponent is strong in amateur football, and has won the runner-up in their city's amateur football match. There are a few players in the team who have played professional football or professional football club echelons..."

"oh?"

"Actually, there are two teams in your team who have played in the China League Two, but judging from the score of 1:5, the opponents are obviously stronger. But it's better to be strong if the opponent is strong, and the opponent will give more money if they are strong enough, hehe!" Director Zhao laughed happily.

In this game, the employer only paid 3,000 yuan for the appearance fee, and promised that if the team was helped win, there would be 7,000 yuan for the winning prize. Usually, he took Gao Zheng to play such games, and earning five or six hundred in one game would be very good. That's why he was very excited. When he called Gao Zheng last night, his voice was trembling.

Just when Director Zhao was looking forward to 10,000 yuan, Gao Zheng next to him leaned on the back of the chair and was already yawning.

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Forty minutes later, Gao Zheng and Director Zhao came to the football field of a university on the outskirts of the city. Here Gao Zheng also met his "financial owner" this time, Mr. Dong, the boss of a private company called "Hongguang".

After seeing Gao Zheng, Boss Dong held his hand: "I have long admired Daming, long admired Daming! Come and help me take a photo with Gao Qiuxing!"

The secretary opposite immediately raised his cell phone.

Gao Zheng skillfully raised his thumbs up, grinned and showed two rows of eight teeth up and down, and his standard perfect smile was frozen.

He has no idea how many times he has dealt with such a scene in the past six months, and he has become familiar with it for a long time.

After the photo, Gao Zheng had a great chat with the financial owner, Boss Dong, which made Boss Dong very happy and satisfied. He patted his shoulder and praised: "With you here, we will win this time!"

"Then I'll go warm up, Boss Dong."

"Okay, go!"

After saying goodbye to the financial backer, Gao Zheng walked towards a corner of the stadium. He originally planned to warm up casually. Just like the amateur competitions he had participated in before, he would just pull his muscles and make his body warm up. Sometimes he won without even sweating, and he didn't have to sprint all his strength in the game. He could win while walking. There was no need to be too serious.

But just as Gao Zheng was planning to do this, he remembered the conversation with the old man last evening.

"You have been with me for a year. Has your left foot injury recurred? You have played so many irregular games. Have you ever felt uncomfortable with your left foot? Have you ever thought about your own pussy?"

Almost a year ago, Gao Zheng escaped from Milan like a stray dog, and was unwilling to go home to face his parents, so he hid at the old man. The football school where the old man worked had long been closed because he could not recruit enough students. Now he came here to run a football training class and barely survived.

At that time, Gao Zheng had no idea what he was going to do next, and at first he didn't even dare to touch the ball. Later, he couldn't help but start playing football and playing these wild ball amateur games.

Now thinking about his competition experience over the past six months, it seems that his left foot injury has shown no sign of recurrence...

Of course, this may not be related to the intensity of amateur competitions.

He remembered what Lao Zhao told him today that his opponent is very strong and is the runner-up of the city-level amateur football match. There are also some players in the team who have played in the professional league.

Gao Zheng thought that something as powerful as Lao Zhao said, but he could use it as a test to see if his feet could cope with it.

Thinking of this, Gao Zheng decided to be more serious.

He took out the set of standards for professional players and started to warm up.

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When Gao Zheng went to warm up, Director Zhao stood on the sidelines and looked around.

This is the football field on the university campus. In addition to the people who spend their wallets, there are actually many college students who play football. The game has not started now and they can still play on the court. They will be kicked off by the administrator in a while.

In addition to these college students who play football, there are also some sports-loving students jogging on the track. You can see some couples in the corner of the stands, heads next to head, and you don’t know what to say. Some people are sitting in the stands holding a book and reciting English loudly. In this wide and noisy place, such a voice is not noticeable, and will not disturb others, and it is better than reciting in the study room.

Director Zhao looked at the scenes in front of him and couldn't help but smile.

He likes this place and university.

The twenty-year-old Zhao had never been to college. He had taken the path of professional football after graduating from elementary school. If it weren't for the nine-year compulsory education regulations, he wouldn't even get a junior high school diploma.

With a junior high school diploma, he is both envious and curious about everything in college. He envies the free and easy life of these prides of heaven, and curious about what more aspects of college life he has not seen.

How great it would be if I could go to college...

Director Zhao was looking forward to it in his heart.

Then a sharp voice interrupted his fantasy: "Yo! Isn't this Director Zhao?"

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