Naturally, the next two projects are also completely trivial to Shu Cheng.

  In the process of grabbing the ball, Chen Wen also exerted a little effort, that is, when Shu Cheng made a heavy encirclement and passed the ball to Chen Wen, Chen Wen steadily caught it.

  In the corner kick.

   Shu Cheng stood handsomely in a shady place, and said to Chen Wen: "Just now you said you played football before?"

   "Hmm." Chen Wen lost her pride. After seeing Shu Cheng's powerful operation, she didn't dare to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, then you can go on this project."

   "Huh? Me?" Chen Wen was a little surprised.

  Shu Cheng nodded in a noncommittal way: "Anyway, it's still early. You go up and kick a few more times. If it doesn't work, you can just go twice. Wait for the team behind."

   is the team behind again.

  ……

  Chen Wen's mouth twitched, and Shu Cheng really cared about the audience, and the way he waited for others was strange.

  Next, Shu Cheng added: “This place is pretty cool, I don’t want to go, so you can go to the sun for a while, it’s better for your health.”

   "..." Chen Wen is completely petrified, uh, boy, your nature has been exposed, did you make it? You just want to escape the heat in this place!

  Shu Cheng looked at her, curled his lips, he was obviously giving her a chance to exercise.

  Chen Wen: "..." Maybe!

  But Chen Wen thinks it’s good if she can go.

   After all, Shu Cheng has been completing the task before, and his contribution is too little, and it is hard to practice this project before.

  So, Chen Wen readily agreed.

  Only scored three goals for the first time.

   glanced at Shu Cheng, the boy was drinking water leisurely, watching Chen Wen playing football with a playful expression on his face.

  Chen Wen licked the corner of her mouth, she also wanted to drink water in a cool place.

  The ball must be kicked in quickly.

  On this side, when Shu Cheng was resting, the curator of the Spanish Youth Training Center rushed over, came to Shu Cheng, and said excitedly, "Are you Shu Cheng?"

  The other party spoke to Shu Cheng in English, not particularly fluent.

  Shu Cheng spoke to the other party in standard American English: "I’m Shu Cheng, what can I do?"

"That's it. I just saw that you can dribble accurately with your eyes blindfolded. You know, this is very difficult. Even players who have practiced football for many years may not be so accurate without any deviation. I rushed over here. , That's..." When the curator said here, he paused and seemed a little hesitant.

   Shu Cheng's deep eyes glanced at the curator deeply, and instantly understood what the curator meant: "Are you going to let me join the youth team of your country?"

The curator’s eyes glowed, and he felt that talking to smart people means no effort, and continued: "Yes. We sincerely invite you, even if you are not joining our team, to be a guide for our young athletes. Yes. Your level is better than most of our coaches."

   Shu Cheng smiled faintly, she was not interested in this matter at all.

   But an idea emerged from the bottom of my heart.

  Since my own football can be taught to others, after returning to China, I may consider opening a football club on my own island to cultivate young people who have dreams of football. Perhaps it can save the country’s sluggish football career.

   "I'm sorry, I hope to return to my motherland to serve." Shu Cheng's thin lips lightly opened, and he refused.