Future King

Chapter 1 The Last Trial

"Dad, pay a little more money! Now I'm out of food and have no money."

Li Yu nodded and bowed in a phone booth and said extremely flatteringly.

"No way, if you don't have money, just get back to me. What did you say when you promised to go abroad for trial training? If you don't have money, you have to come back to study honestly and take the college entrance examination!"

Li Zixu shook his head and was still very sad to hear his son's plea, but he had to be cruel and go back loudly.

"Dad, listen to me, I've been in France for a month, and I'm not in a state. When I come, I will definitely succeed."

Li Yu is a little anxious, but she still tries her best to control it and strives for it.

"At the beginning, you said you wanted to play football, but I resisted your mother and asked you to go to the trial training. It didn't succeed in China. As a result, you didn't give up. You applied for a visa and asked you to try again in France again. We said that if you don't have money and don't succeed in the trial training, you have to go back to China to study hard. Don't let me talk nonsense anymore, do you hear that?"

Looking at his wife who stared at his waist, Li Zixu did not dare to say soft words at all and replied very toughly.

"Dad, can you give me another week? Send some more money. If it doesn't work, I will definitely go back to China and study hard!"

Li Yu played the previous invincible tragic acting skills and fought against it.

"That. That."

Hearing this, Li Yu knew that she was about to succeed. With a gesture in her hand, her two fingers were about to stand up to celebrate, but the other end of the phone suddenly changed its voice.

"Your father's ears are soft. I officially inform you that there is really no door this time. There is no window. Listen carefully!"

"Mom, wait!"

"Hey, hang up, don't I experience the sense of landing? Do you use your brain too much and your body is slow to react? In two days, your body will recover!"

Li Yu had no choice but to put down the phone and muttered into the Nantes training base.

"It's all said by those domestic coaches. The body is not bad, and the consciousness is too bad. I only spent 100 experience points to practice consciousness!"

"With the cost of going back, this is my last trial training. My body is too slow. What should I do?"

Looking at Li Yu coming, the gatekeeper of the base, Lass decisively stopped him.

"Hight, this is not open training!"

Seeing a tall black old man standing in front of him, Li Yu reacted and dealt with it in half-hearted French.

"I'm here for trial. I've contacted Coach Pierre."

Lars looked at the teenager in front of him and said with a smile, "Oriental young man, don't be nervous. Give full play to your strength. Maybe you can take a picture with Didier today. Go in and go into the No. 2 green space. Good luck!"

Passing by the old man, Li Yu suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "Thank you, I will succeed this time!"

At this time, in the office building next to the training ground, team manager Dennis was sitting in the office, chatting enthusiastically with the visiting guests.

"Didi, God! I heard from the media that I still don't believe it. You really decided to take over that mess. You know, you have excellent coaching results in Monaco. Do you really want to go?

"Dennis, although I know that this is not the best time, they are really sincere. I can't refuse the call from President Agnelli in person! That's why I'm here!"

Didier stood up from the sofa, walked to the window, looked at the training ground in the distance and said.

"You are still the same. When you encounter difficult choices, you always come back to have a look. In fact, you have made a decision every time you come, but you just need a good listener.

Dennis also came to the window and looked into the distance.

"Yes, every time I come here, it makes me more determined."

"Dennis, let's go and see your young man now!"

Speaking of the team, Dennis was a little absent-minded and obviously thinking about something.

"Okay, the team is relegated every year. This year's performance of 11th place has been extraordinary. The team has performed well, and there are a lot of good guys! Ligue 1 has now become a talent reserve base for other leagues!"

On the training ground, Pierre did not let Li Yu test alone, but put him directly into the youth team and the reserve team to play the practice match.

After 20 minutes of observation, looking at Li Yu on the court, Pierre shook his head and said to the assistant next to him: "The movement, rhythm and reaction are too slow. The running position and the ball are okay. Such players can't meet the requirements at all. In the second half, he replaced him and informed him that his trial training is over."

"Hi, Didier, it's really you!"

When he found someone, Pierre used to give him a warm hug and hugged him and said.

"Yes, I'm back again to see my old friends."

After saying that, Didier and Pierre had another authentic French kiss.

"Come on, Didier! Look at the guys we have now!"

The two separated and saw the players playing on the field. Didier quickly found Li Yu, a dark-haired oriental boy. His movements, rhythm and scoring were so familiar, which made people feel familiar. So he pointed to Li Yu on the court and asked, "Is that the Oriental player you signed?" What's your name?"

"Didi, he is not a signed player, but a trial teenager from football desert China, his name is Li Yu!"

As he was talking, the ball on the court was passed to the foot of Li Yu, who ran to the foot of the midfielder. He observed the two teams around in advance, turned around and took a small step forward. His left foot was a straight pass, but there was no running position in that direction, and he directly handed it to the opponent's goalkeeper.

"Daw, it's been several times, and it's not worth at all. He's giving gifts to the other's goalkeeper again and again! Didier, what are you asking him for?"

Pierre, who was already unbearable, said excitedly.

"Don't you think he looks a little like Patrick? Of course, I don't mean his skin color and figure, but his playing rhythm and the same scoring idea.

Pointing to Li Yu's ball, Didier analyzed.

"What the hell, are you talking about Patrick Vieira?"

Pierre and Dennis asked unexpectedly at the same time.

"I think so. He let me see Patrick's shadow. Although he was a little slow and didn't see his confrontation, his ability to control the midfield rhythm was so similar."

Didier analyzed Li Yu, but he didn't notice that the two people beside him did not agree at all and shook their heads somewhere.

In the second half, Li Yu did not play again.

He took the backpack in his hand and walked out of the Nantes training base sadly.

He didn't even pay attention to the greetings of the enthusiastic gatekeeper, but waved his hand and walked with a stuffy head.

At this time, Li Yu has a lot of unwillingness and helplessness. Has he been experiencing inhuman training like this, and he can't show his strengths?

No one found that this hot tears from the Oriental teenager was not that he did not have the ability. A year and a half of extreme experience training had made him fall deeply in love with this round little thing, but he did not make good use of some so-called opportunities and even created difficulties for himself.

The cost of youth and growth made him lose this only overseas trial opportunity.