This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

While the students in Class 9 were having lunch, at the Peppers Hotel in Zhongnan City at the same time, the R&F Chelsea school team who came to Zhongnan to play football were also resting and eating here.

R&F Chelsea Football School is a professional football school jointly established by R&F Group and Chelsea Football Club.

All courses are offered from elementary school to high school.

But the most important thing is to attract football-loving students from all over the country.

The slogan of this school is very loud, with the goal of cultivating a new generation of football champions.

But when will we be able to cultivate a new generation of champions?

Then I don't know.

In the hotel box, the team's coaches, assistant coaches, team leaders, support staff, etc. sat at a large table.

On the dinner table, all kinds of delicacies are full.

A group of people pushed cups and changed cups. It was very lively, and it didn't look like they were going to play a game in the afternoon.

"Coach Sun, will my seventh uncle's boy be able to play today?"

"Who is today's opponent? Oh, Zhongnan No. 1 High School? Or some school? Why don't you just kick it casually?"

"If you can't even play the school team in such a small place, where will I put my face?"

"How many goals are you going to score today?"

"Two digits!"

"Come on, come on, give Coach Sun and Team Leader Zhu the best."

"Leader Zhu, is there anything interesting in Zhongnan? After playing football in the afternoon, how about going out to have fun with the brothers in the evening?"

"You guys understand me, don't worry, everything has been arranged, and I will take the brothers to wash their feet at night."

"This kind of small league is not a piece of cake for us?"

"Come out to play, then you have to have fun, have fun, come, come, drink!"

...

In another box, there are two large round tables.

The two tables were full of people.

There are 23 people in total, all the players of the Fuqie team.

One table for the main force and one table for the substitute.

"Brother Mei, try this sea cucumber dish with green onions, it is said to be the signature dish of this hotel."

Beside Mei Yuwen, sat a young man with a flattering face.

His name is Zhang Ping, he is 17 years old, and he is also the main force of the Fuqie team. He plays as a central defender and is mainly responsible for defense.

Mei Yuwen had a grim expression on his face, and said "Mmm", he picked up a piece of sea cucumber and raised his eyebrows. It tastes good, the kind he likes.

He doesn't know why he likes to eat sea cucumbers.

Or maybe it's just because his Uncle likes to eat too?

Or maybe it's because it's expensive?

He thought about it, in fact, sea cucumbers are not too expensive, at least if Mei Yuwen wants to eat them, someone will deliver them to his door.

For example, Zhang Ping beside him.

In Mei Yuwen's heart, she looked down on Zhang Ping.

Mei Yuwen is not in the same world as Mei Yuwen, who is of average level and plays a position of central defender who specializes in doing dirty work.

Isn't the reason why we can play football together now because this kid has two money in his family?

He heard that in order to send Zhang Ping to their school, Zhang Ping's family paid a lot of "sponsorship fees" to the school.

Unlike Mei Yuwen, it's just that Uncle used his connections and sent himself in.

And after coming in, I got the best attention and training.

Today, he is already a rising star in football.

When I become successful and famous in the future, if I pack a little bit, isn't that a gathering of followers? Over 100 million fans?

Mei Yuwen just thought about his future and felt very refreshed.

Those idiots on the Internet can scold them as soon as they scold them.

Anyway, he gained fame, money, and beauties.

Those people who shout about the garbage of the Longguo men's football team every day, aren't they living worse than themselves?

cut!

"Brother Mei, how many goals are you going to score this afternoon?"

On the other side of Mei Yuwen, Shen Mingyi asked with a smile while picking up vegetables for Mei Yuwen.

Like Zhang Ping, although he was young, he learned the art of licking early on.

They know that in this team, Mei Yuwen is the one who has the most say.

Sometimes, coach Sun Dahai also asks Mei Yuwen for his opinion when arranging players.

Zhang Ping and Shen Mingyi, in order to stabilize the starting line-up, often flattered Mei Yuwen on weekdays.

In the small team of 23 people, it is actually divided into several groups.

And Mei Yuwen is the boss of the biggest group of forces.

Can a young army have a future if they don't want to play football well, but think about things like people and the world all day long?

Have!

And it's a big future!

Longguo is so big, and there are only a few people playing football.

Divide a little casually, enough for people like Zhang Ping and the others to eat and drink!

Many people thought Zhang Ping and his parents were stupid.

In fact, they are smarter than anyone else.

Spend hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars to send children to football schools, and when the future comes out, they can join a professional team through a connection, and the money spent will be earned back casually.

Although Longguo men's football is rotten to the bone, the football market in Longguo is huge.

There are not many people who share such a big piece of cake.

Which one of these football players is not happy?

They hope that people will scold them every day, the worse the scolding, the better, so that they will be more popular.

Want to participate in the ball game held in the city?

Want to participate in the ball game held in the province?

Don't you have to rely on them?

The sense of separation between a group of people who engage in football and the public is greater than that of the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon!

Mei Yuwen heard Shen Mingyi's words, raised her left hand slightly, stretched out two fingers, and said "yeah".

"Two balls?"

"Why do you look down on us, Brother Mei? That's double digits!"

"Hey, isn't it easy for us Brother Mei to play this kind of small game?"

"That's right, our Brother Mei is a talented boy who participated in the Provincial Games with the team!"

"The last time we played against the Siberian Tigers, didn't we, Brother Mei, score 12 goals alone?"

"Teams in this kind of league, in front of us, Mei Ge, are like chickens and dogs."

"What do you mean by chicken and dog?"

"You don't even understand this, native chicken, can it be made into a dish?"

"Oh, you're talking about their food. If you say their food, it's the food. What idioms are you talking about? It seems that you are very cultured."

...

In the Peppers Hotel, none of the Fuche team took this game seriously.

They are professional football schools and most of the players started playing from a young age.

And Zhongnan City No. 1 Vocational High School?

It is not easy to gather a full team of 23 people.

How to play with the Fuqie team?

...

2:30 p.m.

Xu Jie took Chu Xiaoran to Zhongnan City Olympic Sports Center.

The ball game starts at three o'clock.

At this time, on the football field of the Olympic Sports Center, members of the Fuqie team and the one-time college team have already started warming up.

In the surrounding stands, apart from the entourage of the two teams, there were very few serious spectators.

Xu Jie and Chu Xiaoran, sitting in the middle of the first row of stands.

Here, the vision is excellent, and most of the details on the court can be seen clearly.

"Mr. Xu, what is the significance of holding a competition of this size?"

Chu Xiaoran didn't quite understand.

Xu Jie smiled slightly, "From top to bottom, everyone has to support their families."