Chapter 282 Jiang Yuan vs Rashford
On the evening of May 5, less than 27 hours before the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, Jiang Yuan and Karimova boarded a flight back to China.

The Premier League players’ holiday has arrived, but Jiang Yuan’s holiday has not yet arrived.

At 6:7 am on June 9, Jiang Yuan is about to take his first exam.

Chinese!

In the first-class cabin of London Airlines, Jiang Yuan was lying on the sofa, holding up a book called "300 Ancient Poems Middle School Students Must Memorize"

"The guest road is beyond the green mountains, and the boat is sailing in front of the green water. The tide is high and the two banks are wide..."

"Fuck, I forgot again!"

Jiang Yuan sat up from the sofa. His memory was actually pretty good, but the problem was that he hadn't attended classes for a year and a half, and there were too many things he needed to remember. The college entrance examination was only 1 days away, how could he not be nervous?

Moreover, just a few days ago, Manchester United's rising star Rashford passed the A-level (Advanced Level Examination) of Mersey School Ashton Campus, which put pressure directly on Jiang Yuan.

"Jiang, stop memorizing your homework."

On the small bed opposite the sofa, Karimova was wearing pajamas that were barely visible. The model from Uzbekistan was waving to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan stood up, and when Karimova was about to take off her clothes, Jiang Yuan closed the curtain between them.

"You're about to take the college entrance exam, and you're still doing this kind of thing?"

Jiang Yuan lowered his head: "In August, the wind howled fiercely, blowing away the three layers of thatch on my roof. The thatch flew across the river and scattered on the riverside..."

Karimova: ?
……

At 5:29 am on May 5th, Beijing time, the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid ended. Ramos and Carrasco scored a goal respectively in the regular time. In the final penalty shootout, Real Madrid defeated Atletico Madrid 5:3 and won the 11th Champions League trophy in team history. This game also officially announced the end of this season's European football league, and major clubs are preparing for the summer transfer window.

The transfer window will open in three days, and Mourinho and Marina discussed transfer issues again on the third floor of the base.

First of all, Marco Marin and Mohamed Salah, who were previously in doubt, have been confirmed to be sold. Chelsea will obtain transfer income of approximately 2000 million euros by selling these two players.

Including the remaining 3000 million euros in the winter window, Chelsea still has a transfer budget of approximately 5000 million euros in the summer window.

"We can buy a center forward"

Marina said this as the club shareholder sat in a chair eating Maritozzo, a creamy pastry that is very popular in Italy.

In her opinion, if there is a budget of 5000 million euros, strengthening the center position is a very good choice, but there is also a problem here. With 5000 million euros, you can only buy a center with similar strength to Ibrahimovic to rotate with him.

But at the level of 5000 million euros, no one is willing to rotate. If Chelsea really wants to buy a top center forward, they will probably have to break up with Ibrahimovic. But if they spend 1 or 2 million to buy an ordinary center forward as a substitute for Ibrahimovic...to be honest, it is better to use Remy.

"Nonono, I said, we don't need a center forward next season, we have many players who can head the ball, Zlatan, Jiang, Cesc, John, they can all play a key role"

Mourinho has his own opinion on transfers. The budget of 5000 million euros is a bit awkward. He cannot buy players who are too strong. It is also useless to buy players of 2 or 3 million euros, because Chelsea has a lot of players of this value on the bench.

Take Oscar for example, he cost 3500 million euros and looked very impressive, but he barely started a few games this season and Chelsea is already ready to sell Oscar.

A Chinese Super League team has made a good offer before, and for Chelsea, this is something worth considering.

With Oscar's level, he could be sold for 4000 million euros at most in the top five leagues, but if he was sold to China or Saudi Arabia, 5500 million euros should be no problem.

"So, we have a budget of 1 million euros?"

A smile appeared on Mourinho's face. He didn't expect that his timidity in the winter window was actually a preparation for a sudden burst of strength in the summer window.

“It’s hard to say yet!”

Marina poured cold water on Mourinho: "Three teams in the Chinese Super League have offered Oscar a price. I made a simple analysis and found that there is still a lot of room for the transfer fee to fluctuate. If they are not willing to offer more than 5000 million euros, I think it is better not to sell Oscar."

Mourinho shook his head: "No, Oscar must be sold. Next season we have Kante, Eden moved to the attacking midfielder, plus Matic. Not to mention Oscar, even Fabregas may not be able to start."

"Ma'am, you have to know that what we need now is top players, not powerful players"

"Then let's do as you say."

Marina finished her pastry and took a gel pen to write a few words on the folder. Apparently, he had included Oscar in the team's summer transfer list.

After finishing writing, Marina did not put down the pen, but looked up at Mourinho in front of her: "So, Jose, you can get at least 1 million euros in budget now, what are you going to do?"

"..."

Mourinho seemed to be in deep thought, and finally uttered a few words slowly: "Paul Pogba?"

"Wow!"

Marina took a deep breath and said, "It's a bold choice. You want to build an ace midfielder for the team to match our ace striker?"

"I'm just saying it"

Mourinho immediately added: "Paul is good, but may not be very suitable for our tactics. We can do something on the full-back. I really want Kyle Walker, but I feel that there is no possibility for Tottenham to sell him."

"unless……"

"Unless we make an offer that impresses Tottenham, it may not be worth it."

Marina finished what Mourinho had not said. If Chelsea wants Tottenham to let go, it may have to pay about 5000 million euros, or even close to 6000 million euros. Using this price to buy a full-back, Chelsea is likely to become a sucker.

"Ms. Marina, you have to know that as long as we buy Walker, there will be no full-back in the Premier League who can threaten Jiang."

Mourinho directly woke Marina up.

Yes, if you can’t beat it, just buy it. Isn’t that the best way?
As long as Kyle Walker is brought to Chelsea, the remaining 19 Premier League teams will have no full-back who can compete with Jiang Yuan in speed. Judging from his performance this season, won't Jiang Yuan be able to easily score 30 goals next season?

Speaking of Jiang Yuan, Marina's eyes flashed with something strange: "Jose, you have a really good vision. Buying Jiang for 1300 million euros is definitely a historic transfer."

"Haha, no no"

Mourinho blushed and quickly became modest: "Jiang is indeed good, he has comprehensive abilities, but he also has some obvious shortcomings"

"Obvious shortcomings?"

Marina raised her eyebrows. "Like?"

"Smell at the door!"

Hearing Marina asking a professional question, Mourinho suddenly became serious: "Jiang's header ability is very strong, but he rarely uses his header ability to score goals. Do you know why?"

"Because he doesn't have enough nose for the goal"

After that, Mourinho smiled again: "I shouldn't be so strict with him, he is a winger, not a center forward"

Mourinho is right. The characteristics of wingers' skills determine that they will not have an exaggerated ability to find opportunities in front of the goal, because if they have the ability to score in front of the goal, they are not wingers, but center forwards.

The main reason is that Jiang Yuan's performance this season was too exaggerated, so Mourinho unconsciously raised his expectations for him.

It is unrealistic to expect a winger to have the same goal sense as a center forward.

……

[You completed the task: You, go and kill Ronaldo]

[You obtained the Phnom Penh template 5%]

[You have obtained: Phnom Penh Luomen front sense of smell]

On the other side, in Qingshan City, ZJ Province, China, Jiang Yuan, who got up early to memorize math formulas, received a message from the system.

Because Ronaldo did not score in the last game, Jiang Yuan won the Golden Boot of this Champions League alone. This is a milestone achievement for him and is certainly worthy of reward.

"Smell in front of the door?"

Jiang Yuan closed the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" on the table. His brain flickered and a familiar interface appeared in his mind.

18 years and 1 month
Height: 183cm
Weight: XNUM X kg
Dominant foot: left and right

Weak foot ability: No weak foot (Golden Edge Luo template is in effect)
First attacker template: French supercar-Kylian Mbappe (35/50)

Second attacker template: Golden Flash-Cristiano Ronaldo (40/50)

Sub-defensive template: Shovel – Wan-Bissaka (100%)

Additional Skill: Quaresma Outside of Foot (Right Foot)

Transfermarkt price: 75M (updated on Jan.28th)

Now the sum of Jiang Yuan's two templates has reached 75%. Putting aside the remaining 25%, these current templates alone are enough for Jiang Yuan to win the Golden Boot in the Premier League.

There is also a certain element of luck involved. Now that Messi and Ronaldo are both playing in Spain, looking at the Premier League, the only ones who can compete with Jiang Yuan for the Golden Boot are Kane and Aguero.

Of course, because Chelsea’s midfield will undergo a major adjustment next season, it is hard to say how many goals Jiang Yuan can score.

"Jiang, it's almost time."

Karimova, who was wearing a T-shirt, came over to remind him. Jiang Yuan looked at his phone and it was 8:21, so it was indeed time to go to school.

Because of the college entrance examination, Jiang Yuan contacted the school and the two sides discussed it. Originally, the arrival time for day students was 6:10 and the dismissal time was 9:45. Jiang Yuan also had to go to school, but the time was a little different from other students. He had classes two days a week, starting at 9:, and could leave the school after two classes.

It's a two-day course, but Jiang Yuan wouldn't say anything even if he didn't go to school. However, Jiang Yuan would definitely seize this opportunity to learn. There were always stupid domestic media saying that he was illiterate before, so Jiang Yuan had to respond this time.

For this purpose, Jiang Yuan specially took out the school uniform that he hadn't worn for more than a year. He tried it twice but found that he couldn't put it on at all.

Height is a small matter; the main thing is body shape. Jiang Yuan is much stronger than he was one year ago, and his original XL-size school uniform short-sleeved shirt can no longer fit him.

"Why don't you just wear this?"

Karimova brought over an adidas sports T-shirt, which was a couple's style with the one she was wearing. They were bought before boarding the plane, but Jiang Yuan had never worn it before.

"We are going to school, so we must wear school uniforms."

Jiang Yuan has always been very disciplined. When he was studying at Qingshan Middle School, he never received a penalty for not wearing a school uniform. This was the case in his first and second year of high school, and it was also the same in his third year of high school.

"OK, but..."

Karimova laughed and said, "You have to wear this dress first, and then change into school uniform when you get to school. Your schools in China are really something, why do you have to wear school uniforms?"

“Once you get used to it, you won’t think that way anymore.”

Jiang Yuan took the clothes from Karimova's hands, two adidas T-shirts, one black and one white, standard couple outfit.

"and many more!"

Karimova suddenly thought of something, took out her cell phone, put one hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder, and the two took a simple photo together.

Karimova was seen operating on her mobile phone for a while, and then posted the photos on her Instagram account. Jiang Yuan was used to this. He didn't have the habit of taking photos anyway, and Karimova's photos could help satisfy the curiosity of fans.

Because the season is over, there have been fans sending private messages to Jiang Yuan on Instagram and Twitter recently, asking him what he is doing now.

Karimova's photo is a response to fans' questions.

Don't ask, the answer is I'm preparing for the exam.

Karimova's role these days is very complicated. She is both a lover and a photographer, and she also has to take Jiang Yuan to school.

Karimova originally wanted to buy a car here, but Jiang Yuan felt that he definitely couldn't drive a very nice car to go to school, so he simply used a small Toyota left by his parents here as a means of commuting for the next few days.

Jiang Yuan used to live in his parents' house, which was only a 15-minute drive from the school, so he arrived there quickly.

At 9 o'clock, the area in front of the school was empty.

In the driver's seat, Karimova looked at Jiang Yuan, who had already put on his schoolbag, and asked, "Do you want me to go to school with you?"

"Do I look like I need a tutor?"

"Then I have nothing to do..."

Jiang Yuan handed the phone to Karimova, who looked confused: "What does this mean?"

"Open my Twitter account, which has many comments from fans. Pretend to be me, answer these fans' questions for me, and thank them for their support. This task is up to you!"

Jiang Yuan patted Karimova on the shoulder and walked towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.
"o...ok"

……

The last time Jiang Yuan returned to school was on New Year's Day. Only half a year had passed and the school had undergone great changes. Fortunately, the locations of the main teaching buildings had not changed. After some trouble, Jiang Yuan finally found where his classroom was.

"305"

It is still class time and there is no one in the corridor, but Jiang Yuan can hear the voice of the head teacher Wang Hairong teaching from the corridor.

Jiang Yuan was about to report in through the front door, but after thinking it over, he went out the back door in order not to disturb his classmates.

Hiding at the back door and observing quietly, Jiang Yuan was surprised to find that his table in the corner had not been cleared away. It was piled with test papers of various subjects, and it seemed that someone had specially sorted it out.

So Jiang Yuan sneaked into the classroom and sat down directly. The boys who were reading novels in the back row thought that the school leaders had come, so they quickly stuffed the novels into the drawer and pretended to be listening to the class seriously.

On the podium, Wang Hairong was holding a test paper and explaining it passionately. On the blackboard were written the words "Only 10 days left before the college entrance examination": "The third multiple-choice question, many people got this question wrong. Sometimes I am very confused. Why do you always fail to listen to me after I have explained it so many times?"

Wang Hairong held the desk of the student in the front row with one hand and held the test paper with the other hand: "Do you remember what I told you before, Jiang Yuan, why I said he is smart, because he has a strong learning ability. Even though he sleeps in class, he actually always listens with his ears perked up."

"Several teachers in our office discussed this before, and they all said that Jiang Yuan has two brains and is very smart!"

As Wang Hairong was talking, he was about to ask Wu Junrong to stand up and answer the question, but when he looked at Wu Junrong who was sitting by the door, his expression suddenly froze.

Wu Junrong raised his head, looked at the classmates around him who were looking at him, and quickly raised his hands above his head: "I'm not reading a novel."

Although Wu Junrong said this, no one in the classroom paid any attention to him. After careful observation, he found that the classmates in the classroom were not looking at him, so he turned around and saw someone behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief after turning around.

It turns out he was looking at the person behind him!
Wait, the person behind me?
The person behind?

!!!

A familiar face appeared in front of him again, appearing in this familiar scene, Wu Junrong

I was suddenly speechless.

Sitting in front of the trash can, Jiang Yuan smiled and looked at Wang Hairong on the podium: "Teacher Wang"

“I…I, I!”

Wang Hairong was already old, and after being frightened like this, he could hardly stand: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Besides, aren't you coming tomorrow?"

As the class teacher, Wang Hairong knew that Jiang Yuan was about to return to school, but according to the plan, Jiang Yuan should report to school tomorrow morning.

"I came back last night. I've had a good rest and I'm feeling pretty good, so I decided to come here early."

Jiang Yuan took off his schoolbag and put it on the ground. At the same time, he sorted out the test papers on the table and looked at the watch: "It's... 9:29 now. I shouldn't be late, right?"

"Fuck, Brother Yuan!"

Wu Junrong in front suddenly jumped up, pressed his belly on Jiang Yuan's desk, and gave Jiang Yuan a bear hug around his neck: "Let me feel it, feel the feeling of a star player."

Wu Junrong's nose twitched: "Brother Yuan, why do you smell so good?"

Before Jiang Yuan could say anything, the other students in the classroom jumped up from their seats.

Their actions were surprisingly consistent. They found an exercise book, tore out a page, picked up a gel pen, and rushed towards Jiang Yuan in the back row. The entire classroom of Class 305 suddenly made a "thump thump thump" sound.

"sign!"

"Brother Yuan, sign!"

"Brother Yuan, I will play your video on the multimedia after class every day!"

……

"Quiet, everyone!"

Wang Hairong shouted, "Everyone, go back to your seats. Do the students downstairs still want to study like this?"

At this time, someone in the classroom shouted, "The king of football is here, why are we still reading?"

"Everyone return to your positions!"

Wang Hairong shouted again. The sound insulation between the upper and lower floors of the teaching building was relatively poor. What Class 305 did was so loud that not only people downstairs, but the entire teaching building could hear it.

The students in the classroom returned to their seats in disappointment.

"Brother Hai Rong, there's no need to be like this. Jiang Yuan finally comes back, and you won't even let us hug him?"

However, after the students returned to their seats, Wang Hairong took out his phone and said, "Don't you understand? I'm doing this for your own good. If you do this, all the teachers and students from the school will come to our classroom. With so many people, will you still be able to get autographs?"

Wang Hairong walked down from the podium and closed the front door of the classroom, while pointing at Wu Junrong in the back: "Wu Junrong, close the back door! Yu Zuoshuai, close the curtains!"

"There are still 32 minutes left in this class, and there are only about 40 people in our classroom. Each of you can get an autograph and take a photo!"

In the darkness, Wang Hairong rushed from the front to the back: "Don't worry, I'll go first, hehe!"

Jiang Yuan looked at the classmates who were quietly walking towards him in the classroom, feeling a little nervous. For some reason, Jiang Yuan felt like he was about to be gang-raped.

Ten minutes later, the back door of the classroom was opened and a blue trash can was thrown out.

Then the door closed again.

……

"The focus of the parabola y^2=4x is F. There are three different points A, B, and C on the straight line that does not pass through the focus. Points A and B are on the parabola, and point C is on the y-axis."

Jiang Yuan stared at the math problems on the test paper. He thought his memory was pretty good, but he found that more than a year had passed and he had forgotten even the most basic formulas.

The most amazing thing is that Jiang Yuan has only been in the second year of high school for less than 3 months and he hasn’t even finished the new courses.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan, I'll teach you!"

Wu Junrong, who sat in front of me, turned his head. This guy must have slept in 2 classes every day, but he was always able to rank among the top ten in the grade. What a pure talent.

"No, no, I'll ask the teacher later."

Jiang Yuan rejected Wu Junrong's kindness. The college entrance examination was coming soon, and he didn't want his classmates to be distracted by tutoring him.

"No, no, no, I must teach you! I got 146 in math on last week's monthly exam, just trust me, okay!"

Wu Junrong did not give Jiang Yuan a chance to refuse. He leaned over and explained the formulas and problem-solving methods in a low voice.

It was still class time, but the math teacher on the podium did not stop Wu Junrong from doing this. He took out his cell phone, snapped a picture of Wu Junrong tutoring Jiang Yuan, and posted it online.

In the senior high school classroom, at the last row of single desks, two students in school uniforms were discussing in a low voice.

"Jingle Bell!"

Time passed quickly and Jiang Yuan only finished 4 or 5 math multiple-choice questions before the get out of class was over.

According to Jiang Yuan's estimation, with his current condition, he could only get 50 points in math at best, which was absolutely impossible.

Manchester United's Rashford passed the British A-level exam with excellent A-grade results. If Jiang Yuan's college entrance examination score was too low, he would probably be ridiculed by British media reporters!
Crunch!

The back door opened, and Wang Hairong handed over a hat and a mask, motioning for Jiang Yajun to follow him: "Jiang Yuan, come with me, the principal wants to see you for something."

……

(End of this chapter)