"Run! You have grown fat after a few days off!" Chang Cheng shouted loudly.

"Not!"

"Look at my abs!"

"I'm strong, not fat!"

The young players of Jiangcheng U15 expressed their dissatisfaction, and some people lifted up their clothes while running to reveal their eight-pack abdominal muscles, causing a burst of laughter.

Although Chang Cheng smiled, he felt bitter. As the game approached, there were only a dozen people in the team participated in the training. In addition to Liao Chen, who was selected for the National Youth Training Team, some people decided to give up football, study hard, and try to get into a university because they were admitted to high school. Like Tian Hui, Sun Ming and Zhang Kai, some people decided to give up because they played few games and could not see hope, such as Li Bing and Dong Mingjie. The most regrettable thing is Gu Ming. He moved out of Jiangcheng because of his parents' work, so he had to leave Jiangcheng with his parents and leave the team.

Seven people were missing at once, and there were fifteen people left on the team, and they couldn't even play in the eight-on-eight match. Especially for the central defenders, only Wei Tao and Chen Wei were left.

"The registration for the final circle is about to end, and our number is not enough." Mulin looked worried with his registration form.

"There are fewer and fewer soccer seedlings like this. If this continues, even those who play football will not be found." Zhang Jun also cried.

"Okay, don't look bitter, the child is still watching!" Chang Cheng whispered. The two had to cheer up and continue training.

The young players were training enthusiastically. Xu Tao and Huang Jing brought a few little guys to the training ground. Chang Cheng saw Xu Tao at a glance, and when he saw the children around Xu Tao, his eyes lit up. It turned out that they were Zhang Chengyu, Zhang Zhuo and Li Wei, who had just graduated from moral education elementary school, and one of them was the serious person who had led him to participate in the Eagle Cup.

"Brother Xu, are these children..."

Looking at Chang Cheng's look of expectation, Xu Tao smiled and said, "That's right, it's your new player."

"Jiang Yuntao and Wang Fei were taken aback by Ajax and went to the Netherlands for trial training. They are probably on the plane now. You have no hope of taking them under your command." Huang Jing saw Chang Cheng still aiming behind them and teased with a smile.

"Why didn't I hear any news?" Chang Cheng said in surprise.

"Those two guys want to give you another surprise after the trial is successful."

"Coach Huang, aren't you a spoiler?" Zhang Chengyu stood up for his good brother.

Looking at Zhang Chengyu's dissatisfied face, Chang Cheng finally wiped out the boredom he had been these days and smiled happily.

It has always been a difficult problem for new players to integrate into new teams, but it is not a problem for new players in Jiangcheng U15. After all, most of them are players from moral education primary schools. Even if they are not from moral education primary schools, they have been training with Chang Cheng for a while. In a few days, the team's combat effectiveness has recovered, and Chang Cheng has also regained confidence in the final round game to be held.

Liao Chen panted and ran around the training ground, and the relaxed Harrick Heckmaiti was running side by side with him.

"I said, I see that you have good physical fitness during competitions and training, why are you so poor in lap?" Harrick Hekmaiti was a little strange.

"I am a central defender, not... not a long-distance runner, and... during the competition... I won't run like this, right?" Liao Chen couldn't hold on. He had already run nearly nine thousand meters.

"Have you practiced ten thousand meters?" Harrick Heckmaiti asked again.

"Coach Chang... hasn't let us practice."

"How do you practice physical fitness?"

"Don't...don't ask, let me tell you tonight." Liao Chen couldn't hold on anymore and slowed down.

"Run! There is still the last thousand meters!" Coach Zhu, executive coach of the third group, shouted loudly.

"You run away first, don't have to accompany me." Liao Chen had already stopped and walked slowly.

Harrick Heckmaiti was not polite, and ran forward quickly, and in a blink of an eye he caught up with his teammates in front.

"Liao Chen! What's wrong with you? Haven't eaten? Keep up!" The coaches from the third group yelled at Liao Chen. Liao Chen had to grit his teeth and move forward step by step with his legs that were filled with lead.

Finally, Liao Chen staggered over the finish line of 10,000 meters.

"Look! You are the last one, everyone is waiting for you!" Coach Zhu continued to scold Liao Chen who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath, "You still want to be the best central defender? Just pull it down. You can't even pass the physical fitness level, and you can still play well?"

At this time, Liao Chen seemed to be unable to hear any sound, and just lay on the ground and kept gasping. Harrick Hekmaiti stepped forward and pulled Liao Chen up: "You can't lie down like this after running, you have to walk away."

Liao Chen stood up and walked slowly with the help of Harrick Hekmaiti.

"You just accompany him to recover and return to the team." Coach Zhu saw that Liao Chen had become like this, so he could only let him rest for a while.

"Liao Chen, when you practice together, especially during the competition, you have good physical strength. You can say that you are quite outstanding. Why do you lose your chain at ten thousand meters?" Harrick Hekmaiti was confused about Liao Chen's physical condition.

Coach Zhu also heard the question of Harrick Hekmaiti, and couldn't help but stop, prick up his ears, wanting to hear Liao Chen's answer. He was also incredible about Liao Chen's physical condition. But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Liao Chen's answer. When he looked back, Liao Chen was still gasping for breath. He had not been able to get through this breath. Coach Zhu could only lead the team to train first, and then look back to inquire about Liao Chen's physical condition.

The training camp has been around for a week, and every day is physical training, one or ten thousand meters a day. The afternoon technical and tactical training, or confrontation training; the training resumes after dinner. There are three trainings every day. Tomorrow is the rest day, and there are only afternoon technical and tactical training. These children can finally sleep in once.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Coach Zhu began to patrol the various dormitories, usually checking whether the young players went to bed on time. Today, he did see if anyone sneaked out to play, and he would like to instruct not to go to bed too late.

Sure enough, there was a lot of joy in the dormitory. The young players took out their own game consoles and notebooks, played games, watched cartoons, or flirted with girls online.

When I saw Coach Zhu appearing at the door, I immediately became quiet. I looked at Coach Zhu standing at the door, as if he had done something wrong.

"Cough, don't play too late, take a break early." Coach Zhu pretended to cough and instructed. These half-aged children were still obedient, and no one sneaked over the wall to play.

Coach Zhu walked to a room at the end of the dormitory corridor. This was the room of Liao Chen and Harrick Hekmaiti. Coach Zhu stopped. He was very optimistic about these two players. During the training this week, he found that the abilities of these two children were no worse than those of the same group, but their consciousness was the best among the players in this training camp, especially Liao Chen. What surprised him the most was Liao Chen's physical condition. Liao Chen never won the last place in the morning at 10,000 meters. However, when it was the technical and tactical training and confrontation training in the afternoon, Liao Chen was very energetic. After two hours of training, his face did not blush or beating, and he still had the energy to practice for himself.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Harrick Hekmaiti and Liao Chen talking.

"Liao Chen, you haven't told me in the morning why you are so poor in 10,000 meters."

"Barring nonsense, I am a central defender, not a long-distance runner. Long-distance running requires aerobic exercise, while football players have high requirements for aerobic and anaerobic exercise. Physical fitness is not about who can run, but about the recovery ability of the body in the competition and whether you can run."

"I don't understand!" Harrick Heckmaiti replied simply.

"I don't understand either, my coach said. That's why I can't fly that rush to run around." Liao Chen smiled, and Liao Chen suddenly shouted: "Oh! The teacher is here, stop talking."

Coach Zhu was stunned at the door. It has been ten years since he was called by someone else. This is the first time he was called a teacher. Besides, how did this kid know that I was here? I didn’t even knock on the door? Just as Coach Zhu was wondering, Liao Chen’s voice came from the room.

"Hello teacher, this is the problem I have accumulated this week, especially the trigonometric function."

What's the thing? Trigonometric function? Trigonometric short pass can do it. What the hell is the trigonometric function? Coach Zhu was even more confused. So he pushed the door and saw what Liao Chen was doing.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Liao Chen sitting upright in front of my laptop, with QQ video on the computer, and a young woman was on the screen, and the woman was drawing a triangle on a whiteboard behind her.

Liao Chen heard the sound of opening the door and turned around and saw Coach Zhu standing at the door looking at him in surprise. The woman on the computer screen also found something wrong and asked, "What's wrong, Liao Chen?"

"Teacher, our coach is here." Liao Chen answered truthfully.

"Oh, you can handle the team's affairs first, I'll wait for you." Teacher Zhu is very considerate.

"Thank you, teacher." After saying that, he stood up and said hello to Coach Zhu, "Hello Coach."

"What are you doing?" Coach Zhu understood something, but still wanted to hear Liao Chen's answer.

"I'm the third year of junior high school this year and I don't want to lose class, so my teacher helped me teach through QQ."

"It's usually at night?"

"I want to go there, but I just pinch the net every day, and I only don't pinch it today."

"Oh." Coach Zhu touched his head and felt a little embarrassed: "Okay, where are you going to go on Harrick Heckmaiti?"

"I'm still in the second grade of junior high school, and I can't understand the third grade of junior high school." Harrick Hekmaiti stood up and replied stupidly.

"I asked you what you are doing now? I didn't ask why you didn't go to class?" Coach Zhu covered his forehead.

"I'm previewing the textbooks for the second grade of junior high school, which Liao Chen taught." Harrick Hekmaiti immediately raised the textbooks for the second grade of junior high school in his hand.

"Okay, you guys learn, pay attention to the time, don't make it too late." Coach Zhu retreated. He had never seen a young player who loved studying so much. Which of these children who played football was the learning material?
Chapter completed!