Chapter 64: A flash of inspiration? No, it’s the result of hard work

[Fuck, it’s okay to have an assist in the first game, but you scored in the second game? ]

[This is outrageous guys, I feel like we are about to witness the rise of a new star! ]

[Let alone his football skills, just considering Jiang Yuan's nationality, wouldn't he be a star if he played in the Portuguese Super League? ]

[The problem is that he does have skills! ]

[Jiang Yuan: Sorry, I only play with talents]

[I realized a problem. Has Jiang Yuan's current contract been updated? How much is the penalty for breach of contract? ]

[I remember it was 30 Euros, so a new contract shouldn't be given so soon. How about everyone in the live studio pool some money to buy Jiang Yuan over? Less than 300 yuan per person! ]

[Buy some wool, definitely let Jiang Yuan practice in Europe first. I don’t want to see Jiang Yuan play in the Chinese Super League before he turns 40! ]

[It's too early to say that. Jiang Yuan just scored a goal. Is it necessary to blow it up like this? ]

……

At noon on the third day, in the cafeteria of the Porto Gaia Training Center, Jiang Yuan and Casemiro sat opposite each other.

"Jiang, your shot was really great. I watched the game replay several times yesterday. How did you come up with that move?"

Casemiro was eating egg tarts and drinking Yakult, his two big eyes twinkling.

Jiang Yuan put a large spoonful of seafood rice into his mouth, chewed a few times and replied: "I'm not sure either!"

Jiang Yuan was telling the truth. The enchanting movement he made the night before was done unconsciously by him, because Mbappe's template is the movement of the turtle. If you ask Jiang Yuan to explain how he did it, Jiang Yuan himself would not be able to answer you.

"I see. It must be a flash of inspiration!"

Casemiro put down his fork and picked up a new bottle of Yakult.

"A flash of inspiration?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said seriously: "There is no such thing as a flash of inspiration, it's just hard work day and night!"

After saying that, Casemiro gave Jiang Yuan a thumbs up, and forked out the largest piece of Portuguese beef stew for Jiang Yuan, and put it on Jiang Yuan's plate, and then said: "Jiang, in our team, you are the person I respect the most!"

Casemiro looked sincere, but there was a little milky white liquid on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Yuan couldn't help laughing in the end: "Carlos, aren't you afraid of too much lactic acid bacteria in your stomach if you drink Yakult like this?"

"Lactic acid bacteria, what are lactic acid bacteria?"

Casemiro had no idea what Jiang Yuan was talking about.

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "It's just something that's good for the stomach. Don't you drink Yakult to supplement lactic acid bacteria?"

Casemiro frowned: "I never said I drank Yakult to supplement lactic acid bacteria."

"Then why do you drink this stuff?"

Jiang Yuan pointed to the three empty bottles on Casemiro's desk, with the letters "Yakult" written on the blue bottle caps.

Casemiro shrugged: "I loved drinking this drink when I was a kid, but I couldn't afford it at the time, so now I drink dozens of bottles of Yakult every day. I never care what lactic acid bacteria you are talking about, I just know that this drink tastes good."

“…I deserve to die!”

Jiang Yuan now just wanted to slap himself.

"What's wrong? Jiang?"

Casemiro didn't hear clearly what Jiang Yuan said just now, so he asked.

Jiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly and explained: "Do you still have Yakult? I want to drink it too!"

"Of course I have. I put hundreds of bottles in the cafeteria's refrigerator. Wait for me to get them!"

Hearing that Jiang Yuan wanted to drink Yakult, Casemiro was very excited and brought over two rows, each row containing 5 small bottles.

In front of Casemiro, Jiang Yuan opened the caps of five bottles of Yakult in a row, took a straw from the bar, and said, "Drinking one bottle at a time like you do is not enough. Do you know how Chinese kids drink Yakult?"

"How do you drink it?"

Casemiro became interested and followed Jiang Yuan's example to open all the five bottles of Yakult in front of him.

Jiang Yuan took out five straws, put them into five bottles of Yakult, and then held all five straws in his mouth.

A sound was heard, and 5 bottles of Yakult were empty at the same time. Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair and burped.

"Oh my god, Jiang, you really are a genius!"

Casemiro quickly followed suit and picked up five straws.

Then, the storm was inhaled.

Casemiro's belly and body are much bigger than Jiang Yuan's, so he drinks faster.

"Hiccup~"

The two of them lay on the chairs excitedly, and they were full before they finished the salmon paella on the plate.

Casemiro looked at the chandelier on the ceiling of the cafeteria and started talking to Jiang Yuan: "Jiang, you are not only good at playing football, but you are also good at drinking Yakult!"

Jiang Yuan smiled and replied: "These are just the wisdom of our ancestors. I am only responsible for drinking, not researching."

Casemiro nodded, not quite understanding. "Then I'll have to carry a straw with me in the future. It's too bad to buy Yakult without a straw!"

"Hahaha, then you'll have to drink hundreds of bottles a day in the future? Just drink it as water!"

"Hahahaha, Jiang, do you have any tricks to teach me? China is such a mysterious country!"

……

At the same time, Lopetegui and the first-team coaching staff were in the office, and the laptop on their desk was playing the game in which Porto scored the last goal the day before.

It was the ball that Jiang Yuan completely stole the spot.

"Mr. Hu Lun, this Chinese kid is really talented. Look, he has been hiding in places where the defenders can't see him, and he deliberately slowed down when the defenders turned around!"

The person who spoke was called Hermil. Of course, this was not the U17 assistant coach Hermil. The two Hermils in Porto were brothers.

Lopetegui nodded: "Yes, he even used fake runs to deceive the defender when he was about to score a goal."

Lopetegui stood in front of the computer, pointing at Jiang Yuan on the screen. Porto has special video processing software that can analyze the game frame by frame.

Hemiel agreed: "That's right, Mr. Hullen, if he was not Chinese, I can guarantee that his transfer price would not be less than 150 million euros!"

"Of course, I don't mean to discriminate against Chinese people, but the value of Asian players on the transfer platform is relatively low, which is an indisputable fact. So Mr. Hu Lun, which club did you buy this little demon from, Benfica or Sporting CP?"

Hearing this, Lopetegui's mouth corners raised uncontrollably: "Neither"

"Neither? Could it be that you brought it from La Masia School? That must have cost a lot of money, right?"

The players produced by La Masia are indeed talented, but they are also notoriously expensive.

Lopetegui still shook his head: "It was indeed brought from school, but not from La Masia School"

"what is that?"

A bunch of names of world-famous youth training schools flashed through Hemiel's mind, including Ajax Training Center, Sao Paulo Youth Training Academy, Liverpool Youth Training Academy...

Lopetegui’s answer was: “It seems to be called something like… Qingshan Middle School? That should be the pronunciation.”

"Qingshan Middle School? Why haven't I heard of this youth training school?"

"Of course you haven't heard that this school is not specialized in training football players!"

Lopetegui laughed.

Hemiel's eyes widened. "How can a player as talented as Jiang come out of a school that doesn't specialize in training football players? Mr. Hulun, can you tell me quickly, does this school have any special honors or titles?"

"Um……"

Lopetegui thought for a moment and slowly replied, "A first-class key middle school in Jiangxi Province, a national exemplary general high school..."

"?"

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(End of this chapter)