. "Hurry, run and pass the ball. OK, that's it. The midfielder presses forward and don't let the opponent get the ball easily." Coach Du Rui's roar on the training ground was still the main theme.

What about Master Yang? He is not alone. Mr. Yang is wearing a bright new uniform around Glomus. Although Du Rui has basically recognized Mr. Yang's existence, Mr. Yang still has a long way to go to win his trust. Now, Glomus' late incident was warned by the team before training and he was punished for training alone. This is why the lonely duo of Mr. Yang and Glomus.

"You're Duripi to see me, right?" Glomus said while doing sit-ups.

"No, you and I are in the same group. It's just that I am the coach, you are a player, and the division of labor is different." Mr. Yang pressed Glomos's legs.

"Well said. You can't have two in a minority?"

"I've got a lot of a small number. Don't you hear it? 246, 245, try hard."

"Damn it, I'm so tired." Glomos lay on the grass with his back on his back.

"You are the best scorer last season. Didn't the boss like you very much? This is not for the sake of serious records. Get up, don't make me embarrassed." Mr. Yang handed a bottle of water and mixed it with the same slut.

"You just came, I don't know. Duri was deliberately messing with me." Glomus took a sip of water.

"Who told you to stop, Yang, continue." Du Rui's voice rang out in time.

"What did I say? Damn it." Glomos threw the water bottle and continued to do sit-ups. "I wanted to transfer in July, but he pulled me and didn't let the transfer, so he messed up the matter. As a result, I didn't let me play in the first game."

"Didn't you say you have diarrhea?"

"I'm diarrhea, I just went to the locker room a little late. When the list was announced, I didn't have my name. I knew this guy would put me on. How many of them?"

"Okay, there are still two left. Now relax. Move the joints, and the next event is to pass the pole." Mr. Yang pulled Glomos up.

While the event, Glomus continued: "You said, why did you come here from such a faraway country?"

"There is no reason. I like football and want to treat it as a career." Mr. Yang set up his pole.

"So noble? I can see that Du Rui is not happy to see you or I. If you are not here, you can go somewhere else." Glomus picked up a ball and slammed it. The kid's left and right feet were the same as those written in the information, both of which were very good, and his feet felt very good.

"Why do you want to transfer? Isn't it good in this team?" Mr. Yang put on the pole and signaled that Glomus could start.

"He is too rigid and doesn't know how to adapt at all. He can't take a step on the field. The game has to be played according to his script, which is too boring. I am an artist on the court, and the artist is not a person who uses screws. Do you understand?" Glomus took a few poles and picked up the ball beautifully in the middle of his legs and slammed a few times.

"The difference between me and you is that I like football, but I don't plan to treat it as a career. This is my interest. What else do I play unhappy football?" Glomus said to Master Yang while passing the pole. "I will not play it if I get mad at me one day."

Mr. Yang listened to Glomos' words and found that this was a difference between football in China and Belgian. High welfare allowed most people here to come into contact with football because of their interests, and they played for fun; while in China, many people played for a professional team contract. The balance between interest and career is not something that everyone can find.

Training time passed quickly, and Du Rui brought the whole team together. "Yang, has Glomus' training completed?"

“It’s done.”

"Okay, the team will practice together tomorrow, don't be lazy, you can only breathe a sigh of relief after the game on Sunday. Disband." Everyone scattered with the order to pack up their equipment.

As usual, Master Yang carried the training equipment and sent it back. Glomus patted Master Yang on the shoulder from behind and said, "I have the chance to drink together. I'll treat you."

"Okay. Thank you."

The morning sun shone diagonally through the window in the practice room. A young man and a half-sitted sitting on a Chinese recliner. An old man in white dressed in snow sat opposite him, holding the young man's feet carefully kneading. Not far away, there was a man and two women standing with their hands hanging down, with a solemn expression. A furnace of fragrance was burning in front of everyone, and under the smoke, it looked like a fairyland on earth.

Master Yang is not as nervous as the first time. The old man's skillful technique of rejuvenating the spring really makes people scream. Then what? He spits in his heart and curses the old money-loving person.

The old man rubbed Dupree's feet for about an hour. Dupree looked excited: "Master, are I okay? Can I go to the ground?"

The old man looked stern: "No, there is another step." As he said that, the old man took out a small box from his close-fitting pocket, took out a thin brush and a small porcelain bottle with a refreshing fragrance. The old man dipped the brush in the porcelain bottle, and then described and outlined Dupree's wounded feet. After a while, a lifelike dragon appeared on his feet.

"What a beautiful dragon!" Ding Yi clapped his hands and exclaimed.

I didn't realize that the old man was still an amateur painter.

The old man made up a few strokes on it and said, "Okay, I have used the ancient method to suppress the injury under the Panlong. It should be fine until the end of the game. This is free."

Lance immediately looked respectful when he heard the old man's words. He was such a paradise: "It's so amazing, so amazing, oriental medical skills, incredible."

"Okay, come down and have some activity. I said it's worth the money. Boy, then..." The old man waved to Master Yang.

Master Yang hurriedly pulled the old man aside: "That 1,000 euros, you have to relieve me for two days. I will give it to you immediately when I have the money."

"Well... this is... there is no hurry. I have a condition, do you think it is feasible?" the old man said with his beard.

Conditions? Master Yang was extremely vigilant.

"If my grandson joins your team, the money will be fine, and he will ask you to take care of him; if you don't join the team, then give me the money. What do you think?" The old man was quite far away.

Master Yang thought about it and seemed that there was nothing in it. He nodded and agreed. The two of them looked at each other tacitly.

"Grandpa, your dragon really has such a magical effect?" Ding Yi asked the old man.

The old man said mysteriously: "You must not say it, if you and I are destined to be together, I will tell you later."

Master Yang and others thanked the old man and walked out of the martial arts hall.

Lance said: "I see, I still have to go to the hospital for a review."

Dupree said: "What's the review? I feel like the power of a dragon is everywhere."

"Coach Du Rui needs a hospital examination certificate to get you on the court," Lance reminded.

Dupree slapped his forehead: "Yes, why did I forget this?"

Several people came to the hospital again. When Dupree was undergoing an examination, Master Yang and Ding Yi sat on the chair at the door of the examination room. Ding Yi picked up the newspaper next to him and looked bored a few times, and suddenly handed the newspaper to Master Yang: "Liu, what's going on?"

Master Yang looked closely and found that this was a picture of "Walleheim Evening Post". The line of titles on it was "In the Name of Trust". The next page was titled "The club supports Chinese coaches, and drug-related coaches recognize their innocence."

Master Yang put down the newspaper and scratched his head and said, "A little trouble." He looked up at Ding Yi, and Ding Yi pouted and looked angry.

"Why don't you tell me if something big happens?"

"Aren't I afraid you'll worry?"

Ding Yi turned his head: "You haven't treated me as a friend for such a long time..." Ding Yi's voice became lower and lower.

"Ding Ding, what? Are you angry? You are so angry. I was wrong." Master Yang found that Ding Yi's shoulders were trembling slightly. In an instant, Liu Yunshang's shadow and Ding Yi's back seemed to overlap.

"You said, tell me, I can help you figure out a solution. Do you think I'm particularly useless?"

"No, why do I think so..." Mr. Yang explained at a loss.

At this time, Lance and Dupree came out of the examination room with a smile and saw Mr. Yang handing Ding Yi tissues.

The two were stunned. Lance said first: "Master Yang, how dare you bully Ding Ding?"

"How dare I? Isn't this a newspaper mess?"

Lance took the newspaper and Dupree and glanced at it, "Hey? Mr. Yang, when did you get into such a big trouble?"

Dupree said, "Good thing, I will take care of it yourself if I have something to do, and I won't tell us." As Dupree said, he grabbed Master Yang's neck, and Lance raised his fist: "I will punish you on behalf of Ding Ding."

Just when Master Yang was about to be beaten by the two of them, Ding Ding wiped her tears and said with a smile: "Don't hit him, he knows he's wrong."

Lance lowered his fist and said, "You are the one who is looking towards him." Ding Yi lowered his head and wiped his tears and covered his suddenly red face.

Everyone walked out of the hospital with a joke. At noon, Master Yang apologized to everyone with a meal and promised that he would enjoy the blessings and difficulties in the future.

When Dupree and Mr. Yang appeared in the training ground early, Whelens, who arrived first, was surprised. Although he had heard Dupree say that his foot injury would heal early, he was not very convinced. The three of them warmed up and talked about the details of the treatment. There were more and more players on the training ground, and everyone patted Dupree's shoulder to welcome his return.

At this time, Dury and Cordyll walked into the training ground. Dupley ran to Dury.

"Duprey, if you don't recover from your injuries, why are you here to come?" Cordill asked, looking at Duprey with agile steps.

"Boss, Mr. Cordyll, I'm fine. This is the hospital's review report." Dupree handed the hospital's certificate to Duree.

Du Rui flipped through the certificate and handed it to Cordill, and then said to Master Yang: "Didn't you say that his injury will take two weeks?"

Master Yang wiped his sweat and said, "This, well, because Dupree's recovery ability is stronger than that of ordinary people, so, well, the good one is a little faster than others. Well, the doctor also said that it is a miracle that he can recover." Dupree nodded frequently from the side.
Chapter completed!