New semester, new atmosphere. Some people leave, some come, the camp is made of iron, and the soldiers are flowing.

Chang Cheng sealed the competition training information of Feng Yaxin and Liao Chen in a cabinet. There was also a copy of the information of Jiang Xiaoxu who left last year. Although it was only two thin pieces of paper, Chang Cheng kept it well. Now the cabinet

There are three copies in it, and there will be more in the future.

Chang Cheng locked the cabinet and picked up a list on the table: "Hey! There are quite a few freshmen this year, ten of them."

Xiao Zhi, who was standing next to him, took over: "Of course, we are now the national champions."

"The next step is to participate in world competitions and win the world championship for fun?" Fu Bin said cheerfully.

"We can take it as long as there is a chance, right, Lao Chang." Huang Jing was full of confidence.

"Then we have to have a chance." Chang Cheng smiled and looked at the list roughly: "Now these freshmen, plus the original team members, we have a total of... exactly thirty people."

Ding ding bell~ The class bell rang, Xiao Zhi stood up: "I'm going to class first! You guys can discuss it first."

The ringing of the bell interrupted Chang Cheng's train of thought, and he rubbed his chin out of habit: "Well, there are a lot of new players, and they will definitely not be able to keep up if they are to train with the second team. The current ability of the second team is considered excellent for the same age group.

We have specially divided a freshmen team, and the players who meet the standards can go to the second team. Both the first team and the second team can adopt a competitive standard model. Those who meet the standards will be promoted, and those who do not meet the standards will be demoted."

"Okay, this is a good idea. But I will lead the second team, Lao Chang will lead the first team, and Fu Bin will lead the goalkeeper. Who will be the freshman team? Xiao Zhi?" Huang Jing asked.

"No, the freshman team asked Fu Bin to come, mainly to grasp the basics and develop habits." Chang Cheng looked at Fu Bin: "No problem."

"No. Anyway, I am relatively free." Fu Bin said he had no objection.

The three of them discussed for a while and decided on the final team.

Ke Lin, Wei Tao, and Zhang Jie are now in the sixth grade, plus Wang Fei, Zhang Chengyu, Jiang Yuntao, Zhang Zhuo, and Li Wei in the fifth grade. There is also Huang Chen, who replaced the departed Feng Yaxin and became the team's main goalkeeper.

, Li Xiao, a fourth-year player who was promoted from the second team, He Chao, a third-year player, and the last one is a talented player, Mao Le, a second-year player. These players form the main framework of the first team.

The members of the second team are Li Hongwen from Class 2, Grade 3, Zou Zheng from Class 1, Grade 3, Yang Guang and Zhang Xin from Class 1, Grade 2, Zhang Kaize from Class 2, Grade 2, Ouyang Ping and Zheng Kehe from Class 3, Grade 2.

Wang Cheng.

The freshman team consists of Wang Xu from the second grade class, Jiang Fanglin from the second grade class, Wang Hua from the second grade class three, Luo Ge, Gao Jun, Chen Tao from the first grade class, Gao Hang and Sun Quan from the first grade class two.

Composed of Yao Jun and He Zhengjie from Class 3, Grade 1.

"You know, Lao Chang, Feng Yaxin and Liao Chen were selected by the U15, and they actually agreed to let them go through training." Huang Jing was amazed.

"The walking training model is very good. Those young players abroad go to school and train without delay." Chang Cheng continued to look at the learning materials for B-level coach training in his hand.

"Do you agree with this training model?" Huang Jing looked at Chang Cheng with a look of curiosity.

"Of course." Chang Cheng put down the book: "Now the echelons are basically focused on training and learning. Although there are cultural classes, they are in a dispensable state. As long as the children are literate?"

"Are you making fun of my lack of education?" Huang Jing stared at Chang Cheng.

"I'm not making fun of you." Chang Cheng shook his head and continued solemnly: "Look at the classmates around you, what are the ones who haven't been kicked out doing now? What else can they do besides being a football coach?"

Huang Jing was silent. He wanted to train with his teammates. Because no one wanted him, he left the team when he was sixteen years old. At this time, he could not continue to study, so he had to work odd jobs and hang out with gangsters outside. Until now.

I don’t know how he is doing now. I just heard that he was in jail, and he seemed to have been sentenced to three years.

"Isn't it possible to train while studying at the same time in China? Are there few highly educated foreign players? The more children learn now, the more paths they will choose in the future." Chang Cheng paused and seemed to think of something else.

"Also, why don't parents want their children to play football now? China's football population is getting smaller and smaller. It's not that parents don't want their children to play football, they are worried about their children. If they can't play football, what will their children do in their lives?

Being a coach is the best choice. Are there any others? Yes, but there are only a few. If you can continue to study, go to high school, or go to college, will your child's path be wider? Are you willing to send your child to play football?

Wouldn’t parents have nothing to worry about? There are so many children playing football, why can’t we choose good ones?”

"Football requires a foundation. In a country with a population of only tens of millions, the football population is several times or even dozens of times that of China. How can Chinese football rise if no one plays football? So we must not only teach children to play football, but also let them

They will have more choices in the future."

Chang Cheng's words hit Huang Jing hard. He thought of many things. Some of his teammates were getting worse and worse, while others were getting better and better. There was also a good prospect that was finally found, but the parents were firmly opposed to their children playing football.

Some parents even ask themselves, what will happen to their children if they can't be kicked out?

Yes, what should I do?

Chang Cheng did not continue talking, and school was over soon. The football team's training was about to begin. Chang Cheng could only silently wish Feng Yaxin and Liao Chen.

Everything is normal in the team, although two people are gone. The new players are very enthusiastic, but the old players are walking on thin ice. The coach's requirements are getting higher and higher, and they may be sent back and have to start over.

The first training session at the beginning of the school year was mainly about recovery and games. Everyone had a great time. The new players did not expect that football would be so attractive.

When I got home, my son Diandian was writing his homework seriously on the desk.

"Dian Dian also has homework?"

"Of course, I'm a primary school student now."

"Awesome. Come on!" Chang Cheng extended his thumb.

"I also participated in the football team training. The coaches praised me for playing well."

"Really, you are so awesome!" Chang Cheng kissed his son hard. It seems that playing football with his son this year was not in vain.

"Dad is great too. Our coaches all praise you."

"oh?"

"Yes, many of the things the coach taught me were also taught to me by you."

It seems that the coach of Beicheng Road Primary School is also a student under Zhou's guidance. If you have the opportunity, you can communicate with him.

"Okay, hurry up and write. Let dad eat first." Gao Yan heated up the food again.

"You stay at home, I'll go to the store to clean up after eating." Chang Cheng said while eating.

"Okay. I'll go watch Diandian do her homework."

"Let him write it by himself. Cultivate his consciousness."

"How can such a big child have any consciousness?" Gao Yan slapped Chang Cheng's restless hand, stood up and went to the study to see her son.

Diandian didn't have much homework, so he finished it quickly. Chang Cheng packed up the shop and returned home. His son had fallen asleep. He turned on the computer and started surfing the Internet.

"Why are you looking at so much food? Do you want to sell new products in the store?" Gao Yan asked curiously, looking at the page Chang Cheng was browsing.

"No, I'm collecting some food, suitable for children playing football."

"You have become a nutritionist. I can introduce you to a nutritionist."

"Those netizens of yours don't call them nutritionists, they call them weight loss experts." Chang Cheng replied without raising his head.

"I want to die!" Chang Cheng shuddered and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

The next morning, Chang Cheng sent his son to school. Now that the team was on track, he was no longer the only one supporting it like a year ago, and he was much more relaxed. And he didn't need to go to school as early as before.

, he only needed to go in the afternoon. So he took the initiative to take on the task of sending his son to school in the morning.

After seeing her son off, she went to the store to open the door and prepare for business. When it was lunch time, Gao Yan went to the store to replace him and take him back to rest in preparation for the afternoon training.

"Hey, Chang Cheng, the nutritionist I told you about yesterday has messaged you back. She wants to chat with you. I gave her your QQ number. You can pass it. That's it, a customer is here." Gao Yan didn't.

Chang Cheng hung up the phone when he spoke, leaving Chang Cheng confused. What kind of nutritionist? I don't want to lose weight.

However, because of his wife's face, Chang Cheng still turned on his computer and logged into QQ. Sure enough, someone added him as a friend. His avatar was a plate of green vegetables.

Let’s pass it first and then talk about it.

"Hello, I am Gao Yan's friend."

"Hello." Chang Cheng replied politely.

"She said you want to know about the nutrition of football players. Is that right?"

"They are not football players, they are primary school students, primary school football team." Chang Cheng covered his head, where did this come from? Are children willing to eat what football players eat?

"Oh, I understand. I also like watching football, and my child also plays football. How about I send you a recipe I made for my son? Do you think it's suitable?"

"Thank you!" Chang Cheng replied. He didn't have much hope. He was not interested in these so-called nutritionists.

After a while, beep beep beep beep, the QQ profile picture flashed. Chang Cheng opened it and saw that it was a document.

Hey, it's quite big. It took five minutes to download and open it.

After opening, there is an exquisite recipe, with a series of dishes, as well as pictures, how to make various dishes, the combination of various ingredients, the nutritional content of the ingredients, how to reduce the loss of nutrients in the ingredients, and even what foods can enhance endurance.

, which foods increase the speed. There are detailed notes.

Chang Cheng was dumbfounded. He didn't expect these ordinary-looking dishes to have so many twists and turns.

"This is a nutritious meal I made for my son. It is very helpful for him to play football."

"Thank you." Chang Cheng sincerely thanked the other party this time.

"You're welcome. My son is now in sixth grade, which is a critical period for his development. In addition, he has to play football again, so I take this issue very seriously."

"Yes, yes, children of this age must pay attention to nutritional issues. Your son must be very good at playing football."

"Of course, my son also won the national championship this year. He was also the best player."

"Ah, that's amazing."

This year?

football team?

National champion?

Best player?

"Which school does your son go to?" Chang Cheng stared at the computer screen.
Chapter completed!