"The person standing at the 12-yard mark to take the penalty kick is our Qianhu Middle School No. 8 - Chen Mo! This youngster who has just turned thirteen has established himself as a starter within half a year of joining the school team. He is currently the best player in the country. The league has already achieved a terrifying result of 1 goal and 24 assists in 12 games! I don’t know what you think of such results, Director Zhang."
"The future is bright and promising. Although most of the junior high school players are not very good, this is the national league. I have been a commentator for so many years. This is the first time I have seen such a powerful midfielder at this age, especially his direct kick. The ball blocking is accurate and fast, already a bit like a master."
"Yes, Director Zhang is right. Chen Mo's biggest advantage is his sharp passing. It's like having a God's perspective. He can clearly know where his teammates are and where they have opportunities. But...his temper is not good. As flexible as his brain, he is the protagonist in almost every conflict in the game. Didn’t he give Nanlin Middle School’s back midfielder a set of military boxing some time ago?”
"Hahaha, it's normal for children to be impulsive. In the future, it depends on how the coach trains him. If he trains him well, it will be a big deal. By the way, he is an Argentinian nationality. His mother is Argentinian and his father is from Longguo. He was born in Argentina. , went to elementary school in Argentina, but now he has settled in our country of Dragons with his father, which can be regarded as a wanderer returning home."
"Wow! Such a talented young football player coming to our Dragon Kingdom is a great thing for us Dragon Kingdom fans. But it would be great if we could really transfer our nationality back."
"That's right. If he comes...hey! We're going to start taking penalty kicks."
"Run-up... eh! The ball went straight to the upper right corner! Wow! Oh my god! Chen Mo is such a big heart. With ten minutes left in the game and one goal behind, he chose to volley hard into the upper right corner of the goal! I guess not to mention us and the audience, even the goalkeeper didn’t expect him to be so brave!”
"This penalty kick really boosts morale! The score is tied 1-1. Although there are still ten minutes left in the game, the players of Qianhu Middle School have obviously improved their morale and there is still a chance. Hey! Wait, substitution adjustment, Qianhu Middle school wants...what? Replace Chen Mo?!!"
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"1..2..3..The coach is a big-stupid-B-"
At the Nanlin Stadium, amidst the roar of insults, Chen Mo left the field with an angry face.
As soon as he came to the sidelines, the head coach ran up angrily, covered his mouth and shouted: "What did you do?! Didn't I say no goals are allowed!"
"I don't play match-fixing!"
Chen Mo, who was steaming with heat all over his body and had two blushes on his face, did not show any weakness at all. He put his hands on his hips and glared at the head coach who was a head taller than him.
The sound was so loud that many people nearby looked over. The head coach panicked and nodded with a forced smile on his face. At the same time, he lowered his head and covered his mouth and said harshly: "Why are you shouting so loudly? You he Mom, do you still want to play football?"
Chen Mo yelled back: "Get out! I won't kick you anymore! Damn it, you still know how to speak in a low voice! You still know how to be afraid of being ugly!"
The head coach was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven: "Okay! Okay! Chen Mo, if you have the guts, don't come to the school team to report tomorrow! By the way, if you do this today, many eyes are watching, let alone our Qianhu Middle School. There is no room for you to play football in China!"
"I can't wait to do it!"
"Then get the hell out of here! Go back to your Argentina, you uneducated thing."
"Get the hell out of here, old dog!"
"..."
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[Class 2 (5), Chen Mo, disobeyed the head coach’s arrangements and contradicted the coach. After discussions between the school leaders and the coach, it was unanimously decided that our school would expel Chen Mo from the school football team and give him a major demerit - School Office . 】
Turtle Snake Community, the second floor of an old apartment building.
Chen Fei was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, squinting at the notice in his hand, and looked up at Chen Mo: "You have a bad temper. I saved a lot of money to train you to play football. I spent a dozen or two hundred thousand. As a result, it ended up being blocked?"
Chen Mo stood obediently next to the coffee table with his hands behind his back. A trace of guilt flashed across his face, but he still lowered his head and did not admit his mistake.
Chen Fei flicked the cigarette ashes: "Let's talk about it, what are we going to do in the future?"
Chen Mo beeped softly: "Reading..."
"Reading? Read a lot!"
Chen Fei laughed angrily, threw the notice on the coffee table, and crossed his legs: "What kind of material are you? In addition to learning foreign languages, you have some talent, but everything else is Urashi. People can understand XY as soon as they hear it. What about you, I will give it to you You can’t understand even if you ask for a tutor, and you even make the tutor angry. If you study, I’m afraid I’ll starve to death when I get old!”
Chen Mo put his hands behind his back and lowered his head, muttering in a low voice: "Then...what can we do? Now things are like this, and I feel that I did nothing wrong."
"I didn't say you did anything wrong. Okay, okay, do you really want to play football? Do you want to develop this as a career?"
"kindness!"
"Okay, I understand, go do your homework, little bastard."
"Well."
When he returned to his small room, Chen Mo naturally did not do his homework. He very skillfully pulled out a football from under the bed and bounced it gently.
The room was small, and the open space was only two people wide. He could only stand still and bounce the ball. As the football hit his insteps and toes, the anger and guilt in his heart gradually subsided, and the "bang bang" of the football was left in his mind. The sound echoed.
"197..198..199..2, lost, start again, 1..2..3.."
More than an hour later, Chen Mo, who had completed two hundred balls, sat down on a chair and kept rubbing his stiff and sore calf muscles. At the same time, lines of ice-blue translucent characters appeared in front of his eyes.
[Cycle mission—Bumping the ball (200/200)]
[Reward: Ball Control 40 → 41]
"In the past, hitting 200 balls could increase by 2 points, but now it can only increase by 1 point. Sure enough, the higher the value, the harder it is to grow."
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.
He was not surprised about the system. After all, it had been with him for a whole year. He just remembered that on his birthday at the beginning of the year, his father bought a PS home and took him to play a few games of "Pro Evolution Soccer". Then he didn't know anything about it the next day. What happened? The system appeared on me.
At first, Chen Mo thought he had hit someone evil and was scared to death, but he didn't dare to tell him, so he had to tell his father when he was drunk.
The result is [Hahahaha, I get it, I get it, don’t you just want to be a football player, don’t use these little tricks! Dad supports you! 】
Then Chen Mo started his football life. At the beginning, he actually had no interest in football. He had no mother since he was a child, and his father worked outside all year round. He has always been relatively introverted and shy, and did not like sports that were too intense. But as he became more interested in football, With more and more contact, he gradually fell in love with the feeling of playing football.
Especially every time I am so tired that I am sweating profusely, I feel like lying alone on the lawn and watching the night sky. The tranquility and ethereal feeling are simply amazing.
"I don't know if I will have a chance to play football after this incident."
"However, there is always a road ahead, and there will always be a turning point."
Silently cheering himself up, Chen Mo called out the character panel.
[Name: Chen Mo]
[Currently used template: Silver Zidane, empty, empty]
【Attributes:
Sprint speed 32 (56)
Final touch 22 (57)
Long shot 27 (67)
Volley 33 (79)
View 69 (72)
Free kicks 12 (79)
Short pass 71 (77)
Long pass 70 (77)
Arc 59 (69)
Possession 41 (79)
Balance 47(63)
Reactions 79(83)
Bounce 27 (48)
Strength 24 (63)
Endurance 79 (79)
Defensive Awareness 33(39)]
[Comprehensive evaluation: 45]
[Template talent: Midfielder Master (Silver), long-range shot attributes increased by 10%, passing attributes increased by 10%, ball control attributes increased by 10%]
[Mental attributes: Aggression 71, Concentration 91, Leadership 61] (not affected by the template)
[Characteristics: Team spirit, spirituality] (not affected by templates)
[Conditions for next template extraction: seven attributes exceeding 50]
[Next time card pool: Rivaldo (Bronze), Xavi (Bronze), Harland (Bronze)]
"There's no Zidane in the card pool next time?!"
Chen Mo had a headache. Three identical bronze templates could be combined into one silver template.
The silver template not only has a higher talent limit than bronze, but the hidden growth rate is also much higher.
In the past, when the ball control was lower than 40 and only Bronze was Zidane, the ball control attribute increased a bit after 200 balls. Later, with Silver, it was two points for 200 balls. Now, the ball control exceeds 40, and the difficulty of growth becomes higher. It turned into two hundred balls and a little increase.
Calculated, the growth rate of silver template cards is twice that of bronze, which can be said to be very powerful.
"I originally wanted to get a golden Zidane..."
Shaking his head helplessly, he had finally managed to synthesize Zidane into silver these days, but the next card pool was not for Zidane.
"...It's okay without Zidane. After all, Rivaldo won the Ballon d'Or and World Footballer of the Year just two years ago. He is also a superstar, and he is very fast. When used with Zidane, he can make up for the speed. Disadvantage. But...who are these Harvey and Harland? Two brothers? I have never heard of them at all."
I don’t understand it, so I don’t bother to think about it.
After resting for a while, Chen Mo ran to the balcony and started doing push-ups. He practiced until the sunset.
Spicy oil smoke drifted downstairs, and Chen Mo was also hungry. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Chen Fei eating and drinking at the dining table with a gentle uncle wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white shirt and suit pants.
Chen Fei waved his hand: "Have you finished practicing? I just saw how devoted you were to practicing so I didn't call you. This is Uncle Li. Call someone quickly."
"Hello Uncle Li."
Chen Mo nodded politely and said hello, and Li Zhiqiang smiled and said: "You have really good muscles. It's not easy to have such a big body at the age of thirteen. Also, I've seen your competition, it's great!"
Not liking to deal with elders, Chen Mo smiled and nodded before adding a bowl of rice and running to the TV.
When Chen Fei saw this, he smiled and said: "This little brat, he was so fierce when he contradicted the coach... Hey, Lao Li, we have been friends for more than twenty years, so I won't hide it anymore. This little brat some time ago During the game, the coach refused to let him score, but he insisted on scoring, and as a result, he was expelled from the school team. I also want to ask you for a favor this time, and see if I can find connections to get him abroad."
Li Zhiqiang's expression remained normal after hearing what he had heard before, but when he heard that he was going abroad, he became uneasy: "Going to play football abroad is not a small number. Lao Chen, you have also been in the football circle before, so you should..."
Chen Fei waved his hand: "Hey, it doesn't matter. When the time comes, I will sell this house and then go to a small county to buy a small house. The extra money will be enough. It is really not enough for Xiao Mo to work and study there. It’s never easy to pursue your dreams.”
Li Zhiqiang almost spit out his mouthful of rice: "Are you crazy? Now that house prices are rising every day, are you selling your house now?! Let me tell you this, I have friends who work there. They say they should hurry up now if they have money. It’s absolutely no problem to buy a house and double or triple it within twenty years!”
"Two or three times? Are they crazy? Absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"How is it impossible? Ouch, you don't even look at Renri..."
"Let's not talk about it. I am a single man. No matter how much money I make, the future will not belong to Xiao Mo? No matter how much money I make, it is not for his happiness?"
Chen Fei waved his hands repeatedly, raised his glass and touched it with Li Zhiqiang, and sighed: "The child asked me to take good care of him when he left. This child is also sensible. He has never asked me for anything since he was a child. This time is rare. Tell me that you want to play football. If I don't support him, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up when I meet his mother in the future. Okay, don't worry about other things, just tell me if there is a way."
"Hey - there is a way. I know a lot of club staff in the UK, and they can let Xiao Mo go to the club for trial training."
Having said this, Li Zhiqiang glanced at Chen Mo in front of the TV: "But let me say something ugly first. The level of football in England is very high and is not at the same level as ours. Xiao Mo is considered the best among his peers in China, but Once you get there, it’s up to you whether others want it or not.”
Chen Fei shook his head: "Then I have no control over it. What he does when he goes out depends on his own destiny. I am only so capable, and all I can do is set up a stage for him."
"You are still so stubborn, okay, then you can take him to go through the procedures for leaving the country in the next few days, and I will contact you here."
"The procedure is simple. He has Argentine nationality. Oh, I'm sorry to trouble you this time. I won't say much else. Time will tell."
