Is Tang Ba really dead? Don’t worry about him!

The newborn is right in front of you, and considering this issue seems quite idiotic. Then, you should use a new attitude towards life to welcome the newborn.

Tang Jue quickly sorted out the information in his mind: Tang Jue, born on August 25, 1987.

So, not only are the same names, but their birthdays are the same on the same day. Is this the will of heaven in the dark?

Born in a small town in northern Sichuan, he followed his parents to Lyon, France at the age of three. His parents opened a small restaurant in Lyon. At the age of seven, he entered the Lyon club for training. Because of his skillful skills, he was appreciated by the youth team coach Pintori. He once scored thirteen goals in a game!

Scoring thirteen goals in one game? So, the founder of the family is still a football genius!

However, the genealogy did not say that he had played football, but only said that he was extremely smart. He graduated from a doctorate at the age of 25 and started research on cancer. At the age of 28, he developed drugs for the treatment of cancer, and then started a pharmaceutical company. Since then, he has risen and created a family business for the family!

It was this body that started from scratch and created miracles. Tang Jue suddenly became heroic. He wiped the rain on his face and thought to himself: Since this body is now up to me, then the trajectory of life should change.

Money needs to be made, and we must build a lifelong foundation for this family, so that those who laugh at themselves will kneel in front of them every day. Football must be played to make up for the shortcomings in the previous life!

In the past, the children of the Tang family could not do anything except doing business. Tang Jue was a football fan.

In his previous life, players were divided into levels. According to the player's technical level, from low to high, they were professional level, star level, and super star level. Each level was divided into three stages, namely the first stage, the middle stage, and the high stage. Tang Juexiang knew what the current level of the body's technology was.

So he began to call on the supercomputer "Little Feifei" in his brain.

"Little Feifei! Little Feifei!"

However, no matter how much he called, he did not receive any response from "Little Feifei".

Tang Jue thought to himself: Could it be that the super computer was damaged when traveling through time? Or could the super computer not be able to travel with him?

"Oh!" Tang Jue sighed, and then he began to become familiar with the information of this life. The information for fourteen years was very little, and Tang Jue became completely familiar with it in an hour. He was so tired that he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the lightning in the sky outside the house has disappeared, and the heavy rain is still raging. The billboard outside the window has not fallen after all, it is still firm, like the green pine on the rock, without fear of the storm!

...

The next morning, Tang Jue was woken up by his mother. Rubbed his eyes and a doting face appeared in his eyes. This is the mother of this life. Chen Xiu'e looked at him and said, "Jewai, did the thunder last night scare you, right?"

Tang Jue raised his pretty and slightly tender face and said angrily: "Mom, I was already ten... fourteen years old yesterday, how could it be?" Tang Jue almost said that he was eighteen years old.

The mother smiled and said, "Okay, OK, OK! You are growing up, get up soon, and you will be late."

Tang Jue was studying in a public school in France. His parents asked him to go to Confucius Institute for a more systematic Chinese study during the summer vacation. After breakfast, Tang Jue went to school with his schoolbag. Last night, there was a storm. The road was still wet and the slippery road surface was like a layer of black paint. After walking a few steps, he was patted heavily on his shoulder. Tang Jue turned his head and saw a 16-year-old boy approaching his eyes.

The boy said dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't you wait for me to leave?"

Tang Jue smiled and said, "Bei Qiang, you are too slow."

Bei Qiang, sixteen years old, from Hangzhou. His parents worked in a company in Lyon, and were white-collar workers. Bei Qiang and Tang Jue studied in the same public school. They were both Chinese and in a foreign country, and they soon became friends.

Two teenagers walked side by side, walking forward in the cold morning, under the morning light. They wanted to be influenced by Chinese culture and understand the five thousand years of civilization. They wanted to find their roots in China's long-standing civilization!

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Lyon Youth Team Training Base.

Tang Jue was wearing a white casual short-sleeved shirt, a pair of black shorts, a sports bag on his shoulders, and a pair of football shoes in his hand, and walked into the training ground.

There are already seven or eight people in the training ground, and they are changing their jerseys. A guy who is 1.75 meters tall smiled at Tang Jue and said, "Tang, change your clothes quickly. Today we will compete with who has hit the ball more times."

Tang Jue was 1.65 meters tall, and the boy was a head taller than him. Tang Jue looked up at the boy and smiled and said, "Benzema, I said, you will never beat me."

Benzema was a little angry and said in disappointment: "I am in good condition today, maybe I will win. Don't you dare to compete?"

Tang Jue waved his hand to greet his teammates and said, "You can never beat me by throwing the ball. Why don't we shoot today? In the confrontation game, whoever scores more goals will win, how about that?"

Benzema touched his buzz cut, thought for a while, and said angrily: "No, we're more shooting than when we practice."

Tang Jue hurriedly said, "Okay, just do it like this, don't regret it. I won, you have to play with your PS for a week." Benzema felt fooled, but the young man's competitive personality could not allow him to take a step back.

Benzema said: "Okay, if I win, you... just lend me that Ronaldo album."

The two of them swear by high-fives!

Ben Alpha was laughing secretly on the side, thinking to himself that a good show is about to begin!

Five minutes later, after a whistle, more than 20 teenagers surrounded Pintori. Looking at the group of teenagers in front of him, a proud look appeared in Pintori's eyes. These young players are the best group he has seen in eight years. Among them, Tang Jue, Benzema and Ben Alpha are the most prominent.

Pingtori looked at Tang Jue, but his eyes suddenly became dim and he sighed in his heart.

Alas! God is jealous of talent!

Pintori quickly packed up his melancholy mood and arranged the training content.

A heavy rain last night, the air in Lyon became refreshing. Tang Jue followed the large army to jog around the turf. The stadium was surrounded by ten-meter-high barbed wire. This was beneficial, and there was no need to spend time picking up balls.

Under the leadership of Pintori, the Lyon Juniors team finished the preparation activities and began to become familiar with ball practice. Tang Jue pulled back with his right foot, and the white football flew up.

One, two, three...

Tang Jue has a very good ball character. He is like a magician. Football is the prop in his hand. Tang Jue changed his tricks and began to slam the ball. His shoulders, head, chest, thighs, and the inner side of his instep...

If the football is an iron, then Tang Jue's body is a magnet. His body has a huge attraction to the football. Every time the football falls from the air, it falls to a certain part of his body, and then happily jumps into the air again.

Benzema's football on his feet fell on the turf and he bumped 775 times. His highest record in the past was 704 times, but today he broke his own record, so he was in a good mood, as if he was killing all sides in PS.

He was in a good mood, so he turned to look at Tang Jue. In a flash, Benzema's mood became worse. Because the football was still on Tang Jue's body, he jumped happily.

This is a monster!

Benzema thought in his heart indignation.

At this time, Pintori looked at Tang Jue, and the sadness in his eyes became even more serious.

Next is technical practice. From a distance, more than 20 teenagers were dancing on the green grass. Their dance postures were swaying and vigorous. The ages of eleven to sixteen were the critical time for football players to develop their skills. These teenagers grew rapidly in sweat, laying a solid foundation for their future career so as to enter the professional football world.

Pintori whistled and said loudly: "Turn through two and one, then shoot."
Chapter completed!