"Lost? How are the little guys in the mood?" Chang Cheng heard Mulin tell him the first question asked by the man who lost 2-1 to the U15 after winning the game.

"I was not in high spirits, Feng Yaxin and the others blamed themselves. Both of the conceded goals were caused by the defensive mistakes." Mulin replied.

"Please adjust their emotions, don't think about competing for the championship at this time. Let the children relax appropriately."

"Relax? Now we are only one point away from fighting for U15! Do you don't want to enter the finals?" Mulin was very dissatisfied with Chang Cheng's approach, and it was understandable to consider the children's bodies before. But this time he took the lead but did not get the clockwork, but wanted to relax. This disappointed Mulin.

"Of course, sometimes the strings are too tight and will only backfire. You can consult Mr. Xiao Zhi from Moral Education Primary School. He has a good idea in this regard. I will buy a train ticket tonight and I have never thought of giving up the championship." Chang Cheng thought for a while, and this meeting was still one day, just to discuss the preparations for the National Olympic Team for next year's Olympic Games. It would be the same with him or not. So he decided to buy a train tonight to return to Jiangcheng.

Mulin on the other end of the phone was stunned. He suddenly thought that since Chang Cheng led the team of Moral Education Primary School, he has basically won championships in all competitions.

Chang Cheng decided to return to Jiangcheng, but he still had to do something about face. He specifically told Qi Wei and Zhang Boqing that he had to go back early if he had something at home. Of course, Qi Wei and Zhang Boqing didn't care. All the things that should be shown off were already shown off, and it was useless to keep Chang Cheng in Beijing. So Chang Cheng boarded the train back to Jiangcheng.

"Huh? Coach Chang?" Chang Cheng was bent over and helping an old man on the lower bunk opposite to put his luggage when he heard a nice sound from behind.

"Are you?" Chang Cheng stood up and looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a pair of big sunglasses at night.

"Hello, I've watched the game you commanded. It's very exciting." Bai Jing smiled. She didn't expect to meet Chang Cheng when she went back on a business trip.

"Oh, which player are you a parent?" Chang Cheng was not sure because this woman was too young.

Bai Jing's face turned red, but she immediately recovered: "I'm not a parent, I don't even have a boyfriend."

"Sorry." Chang Cheng scratched his head awkwardly, bent down and moved his already-set luggage to another seat before sitting on his own bed.

Bai Jing threw her bag in the middle shop and sat next to Chang Cheng: "Are you the lower shop?"

"Yeah." Chang Cheng nodded, looked down at his cell phone, and the two of them fell silent again.

The train started on time. Chang Cheng watched the platform of Beijing West Railway Station move back faster and faster, thinking about the last three tough battles in his mind.

"Coach Chang, there are three games left in the league under the age of fifteen." Bai Jing's voice interrupted Chang Cheng's thoughts.

"Yes, there are three more games." Chang Cheng was a little surprised. In addition to some professional coaches and scouts, the parents of the players are familiar with the progress of the game. Bai Jing's words later made Chang Cheng open his mouth wide.

"The opponents in the last three games are very strong. Are you sure to win the championship?" Bai Jing looked at Chang Cheng with her mouth wide open, looked at her in surprise, and was amused. She tilted her head and continued to ask: "The No. 9 of your team seems to be Zhang Rui. Can he win the best scorer? But it seems that No. 18 also scored a lot of goals."

"I didn't expect you to know my team so well." Chang Cheng was really happy. He didn't expect this strange woman to know his team so well.

"I'll formally introduce myself. My name is Bai Jing, and I'm a loyal fan of Jiangcheng U15." Bai Jing took off her glasses and revealed her charming phoenix eyes.

Chang Cheng's heart suddenly felt like a slap. "I didn't expect that there were fans in our Jiangcheng U15." Chang Cheng blew up. He quickly lowered his head and moved his attention away from her Danfeng eyes.

"There will be more and more fans in your team. Because your team's level is very high, higher than the level of some Chinese Super League games." Bai Jing praised Jiangcheng U15 without leaving any room.

"Where are, when did you start watching our game?" Chang Cheng asked.

"It started the game against Green Field. The referee in the first half was too much." Speaking of this, Bai Jing felt a little guilty inexplicably, "But fortunately, your team can still treat the game calmly and strive for victory in that situation. This kind of team is worthy of admiration. It was at that time that I became a fan of your team."

"Oh, that game. If the referee is not replaced in the second half, these kids might collapse."

"Yes, they are still some kids. How did that referee end up?"

"I don't know either, but I seem to go to study somewhere."

"It's really cheap him."

“…”

The two gradually became familiar with each other and became more and more speculative as they talked. Chang Cheng found that Bai Jing was not a pseudo-fan who didn't understand football. They talked about the Chinese Super League, the five major leagues, next year's Olympics, etc. Bai Jing could talk to Chang Cheng about something.

It was not until the entire train turned off that they each lie on their own beds and fall asleep.

At six o'clock the next day, Chang Cheng woke up and sat in front of the window and looked out the car window. Now it is not far from Jiangcheng, and he will arrive in Jiangcheng in about an hour. Taking advantage of this time, Chang Cheng took out his notebook and began to formulate a training plan for next week.

Bai Jing lay on the middle bunk and poked her head out, watching Chang Cheng focus on writing and painting on the book. That serious look made Bai Jing feel even more guilty. For the first time, she felt that some of her actions might ruin the career that this man loved.

Two people, one sitting in front of the window and writing quickly, and the other was lying on the middle shop and staring at each other from above. It was not until the sound of Jiang Cheng standing in the loudspeaker that the two of them hurriedly packed up and prepared to get off the car.

"Coach Chang, this is my phone number and QQ number. Don't forget me when you become a big-name coach. I am your hardcore fan." Bai Jing handed over a piece of paper with her phone number and QQ on it. This is her private phone number and QQ, not her work phone number and QQ printed on her business card.

"You're welcome. If there is one day, I'll ask you to watch the football." Chang Cheng smiled and took the paper handed over by Bai Jing, then tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote his phone number and QQ and handed it to Bai Jing.

At this time, the train also arrived at Jiangcheng Station and people began to rush towards the door. After getting off the train, the two of them said goodbye briefly and rushed to their own place of work.

"What have you made friends with Chang Cheng?" Bai Mu looked at Bai Jing in surprise.

"Yes." Bai Jing kicked the high heels on her feet to the side, walked into the living room barefoot, got up tired and sat on the sofa.

"Do you want to pull him in too? Cultivate him into ours?" Bai Mu sat on the other side around the coffee table.

"How is it possible? He is absolutely impossible." Bai Jing affirmed confidently.

"How is it impossible? Is he a Puritan? Or a saint who is not in the world?" Bai Mu sneered.

Bai Jing turned on the TV and looked at the sports news broadcast on the TV at half past 10:30, while answering Bai Mu's words: "He is neither a Puritan nor a saint. He is just a person who loves football. I think football seems to be his belief and no one is allowed to be defiled."

"Tsk~. We have seen fewer so-called football lovers? We have heard a lot of slogans of treating football as a belief. What's the result? It's not a joke." Bai Mu scoffed at these so-called footballers.

"We have seen many of those who truly love football." Bai Jing stopped talking and stared at a news broadcast by sports news - in a warm-up match between the German U19 Youth Team, our country's genius Colin represented the Dortmund U19 Youth Team at the age of fourteen for the first time. Although it only took ten minutes, this rising star is the hope for the future of our country's football.

"Genius boy? The hope of the future? Nonsense. Maybe it was given a sponsorship fee." Bai Mu looked contemptuous.

"Colin?..." Bai Jing lowered her head and thought about the name, as if she had heard it, "Oh!" Suddenly Bai Jing screamed in shock.

Bai Mu was so scared that he was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"This Colin was from Moral Education Primary School. He was brought out by Chang Cheng!" Bai Jing remembered that he mentioned it in the Sports Weekly newspaper some time ago.

"It seems that Chang Cheng is still a little good at this. But this kid probably is just like that." Bai Mu didn't react much.

"Why?" Bai Jing looked at her brother in confusion.

"hehe……"

"Tomorrow is the match day. Don't look at the ranking of Bufan U15, they are actually very strong. We suffered a loss once, and I don't want to have a second time. We cheered up all of them!" Mulin looked at the players of Jiangcheng U15 with a serious face, but his reaction was not great. These half-girls were already familiar with Mulin's serious expression. After Mulin spoke to himself, he led the players to start training.

Chang Cheng was looking at the information in his hand. This was the data of the matches of Bufan U15, which was compiled by Zhang Jun after two days. Chang Cheng looked and thought.

"How is it? Have you seen something?" Zhang Jun asked the two goalkeepers to practice by themselves, but he sat next to Chang Cheng.

"It's not easy to play. The last time I met them, I was not that strong. I have also watched videos of their game these two days. These young players have good personal abilities, especially their passing and receiving ability. The tacit understanding of the entire team is getting better and better. It is worthy of being brought out by Spanish coaches, a typical Spanish style." Chang Cheng continued to point to the information. "They have the advantage of passing the ball in the game against any team and controlling the ball."

"Yes, after they poured the ball, basically no team could grab their ball. Do you have any way?" Zhang Jun asked.

"There must be a solution. Barcelona is so strong, but there is still a way to deal with it."

"You want to put on a bus? This is not your style."
Chapter completed!