this is football

The moist breeze blows from the Mediterranean Sea to Barcelona, ​​and the scorching sun is blocked by layers of dark clouds. It is a suitable time to play football.

As the game progressed, Lei Ou's expression became a little solemn. It is no exaggeration to say that he has never seen such a talented young player in reality.

I'm talking about the young Korean boy Park Se-chang. His combination of man-and-ball touch, dribbling ability and shooting accuracy are definitely second to none. This is a legendary talent.

He also played the forward position and scored three goals at the end of the first half, while Lei Guo scored two.

The opponent leads five to three.

During the intermission, Park Shichang's eyes towards Lei Ou also changed, becoming more serious and with a trace of respect.

"Smoke one?" Park Shichang, who was sitting on the grass, took out a box of cigarettes and gave it to him.

"No." Lei Ou stood aside and thought about the game just now.

As long as it is a game, no matter what its nature, he will care about it.

Currently trailing at halftime, what is the problem? How to solve it? These are all issues that need to be considered.

"Just smoke one and you'll be fine."

Park Shichang continued to encourage him, but seeing that he was still indifferent, he lit a cigarette and asked several teenagers to move drinks to the car.

Park Shichang handed over a bottle of Coke: "If you don't smoke, you always drink Coke, right?"

"I only drink water." Lei Ou took a bottle of water and drank slowly.

"Hey, it's really boring!"

Park Shichang smoked a cigarette and drank a drink, and then asked: "Who do you think will win?"

The current situation is a two-goal lead at half-time.

When asked this question, Park Shichang showed a little pride on his face.

"You will lose!"

Lei Ou stood up and ran to the team's side as if to say something.

The second half begins.

As long as Korean teenagers go to the court, there is no trace of laxity or laziness. They treat it as if it is a war, taking it seriously and seriously.

He scored another goal shortly after the start, and then twitched his lips at Lei Ou.

Lei Ou rushed forward with the ball, but the opponent's two tackles failed to stop him. He broke into the right side of the penalty area and had a chance to kick.

"Block it!"

Park Shichang shouted and the defensive players blocked the shooting path. However, Lei Ou's ball was still kicked out.

Not shooting, but passing.

Our forward fired a shot from an unmarked position in front of the goal, and the ball went in!

Park Shichang frowned and then gave Lei Ou a thumbs up.

I never expected that he was actually passing the ball.

As the game continued, Park Se-chang's side gradually fell into a disadvantage. First, his physical fitness declined severely and he could not pose much of a threat.

Secondly, Lei Ou's role has changed. Not only can he shoot, but he can also pass threatening balls, which makes the opponent's defenders physically and mentally exhausted.

At the end of the game, Lei Ou won ten to six.

Park Shichang approached Lei Ou, stretched out his hand, and said seriously: "Formal introduction, my name is Park Shichang, the youngest son of a Korean chaebol family, please take care of me!"

With honorifics.

Lei Ou stretched out his hand, but there was some confusion on his face.

Didn't you introduce me before? This time I added an identity. I know that your family is very rich even if you don't tell me.

Park Shichang smiled and said, "The previous introduction was a bit arrogant. I am a bit strange. I don't treat people I don't like with false greetings. I will definitely respect those I like."

"My name is Lei Ou!" Lei Ou said.

Park Shichang nodded: "What a good name!"

Two people were sitting on the grass, one drinking water and the other drinking a drink. Maybe they had similar cultures and the conversation was more congenial.

"It's not because of my poor physical fitness, you may not win." Park Shichang was still a little unconvinced.

"Smoking and drinking are not good habits." Lei Ou did not deny what he said. No one knew the what-if, because it was a false proposition.

"yes!"

Park Shichang slowly took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "But without cigarettes, beer, drinks and women, how boring would life be?"

Lei Ou was noncommittal and had never thought about those things before, "Why are you here?"

"Come to La Masia for a trial training."

Pu Shichang suddenly thought of something and suddenly said: "Lei Ou, you are so good at football, why don't you give it a try?"

"I……"

Lei Ou was a little shocked. He didn't expect him to come here for a trial training. Thinking about it, his skills are indeed qualified.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Park Shichang didn't take it seriously. He stood up and ran to the car, took out a pair of sneakers and threw them on the grass: "Your sneakers are almost worn out. I just bought a new pair. I don't know if they are suitable or not."

"No!" Lei Ou decisively refused.

My mother and aunt taught me from an early age not to accept gifts from strangers easily.

"Do you think I'm giving you alms? Lei Ou, it's pointless if you think like that. I don't respect many people, so you can barely count as one. Can't you just treat it as a reward for winning?" Park Shichang did not give up.

.

Such an expensive pair of sneakers is what Lei Ou has always wanted.

However, the education he received since childhood did not support his desires.

"No!" Lei Ou said decisively.

Park Shichang looked at this stubborn young man for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Okay, don't force it, can we exchange contact information?"

Lei Ou gave him his phone number, and then the two parted ways.

If nothing else, we will see you in La Masia soon.

Lei Ou returned to the low-rent apartment and saw a hateful face. Fidel tried his best to please Su Hu with toys.

"What are you doing here?" Lei Ou asked coldly.

Su Hu threw away the toys and hid in the bedroom. He had no good impression of his father.

"Can't you look at my son?" Fidel lit a cigar.

"Your son? Can you please give me some face? Apart from paying some meager child support, what obligations have you fulfilled as a father?" Lei Ou said sarcastically.

Fidel did receive alimony payments every month, but each time they were pitifully small, and Su Mei never thought that relying on these payments, she could work three jobs to raise two children.

Fidel did not dwell on the issue. He took out a business card from his suit pocket and photographed it on the coffee table. "I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this job!"

Lei Ou glanced at the business card. The identity on it was a scout for the Real Madrid team.

How can this be?

Fidel laughed loudly: "Lei Ou, are you going to La Masia for a trial training soon? If it doesn't work, come to Real Madrid and try. I, an old acquaintance, can help you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely succeed!" Lei Ou said in a deep voice.

"Yeah?"

Fidel raised his eyebrows: "I forgot to tell you, although I am no longer in La Masia, I still have some old connections there, and I can take special care of you!"

"Get out of here!" Lei Ou shouted loudly.

Fidel sneered and walked out of the low-rent apartment with a cigar in his mouth.

Lei Ou took a deep breath and murmured: "You can only succeed, you are not allowed to fail."

If La Masia fails, there will be no way out.

Is God blind? Why don't evil people suffer retribution?

No, God doesn’t control this place, it belongs to God.