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Chapter 53 The Spark of Ambition (Please add to your favorites)
The future of football will be dazzling and star-studded.

Unlike the two unparalleled stars mentioned by Coach Shinji Kagawa, the future of football in this world belongs to an era of diverse schools of thought.

Austrian football star Konrad Lechmann, gracefully waltzing.

French supercar, Huntley Dani.

Diego Ruma, the Argentine highland eagle.

Brazil, the five-time world champions, is full of talented players, and the Ronaldo-Ronaldo attacking duo is a fearsome force.

The fierce vulture, Garrincha, Ronaldo.

Samba dancer, Astiti von Ronaldo.

etc.
Together, they built a glorious yet fiercely competitive future for world football.

The seven strong and stable Serie A teams.

The Bundesliga's three giants: one super team and two strong teams.

A chaotic storm in the Premier League.

A three-way battle for supremacy in La Liga.

Even in the slightly weaker Ligue 1, there are still many strong teams such as Internacional and Lyon.

Champions League, a fierce battle between teams!

Strong teams pull off upsets, while weak teams emerge as dark horses!
The Dutch youth storm swept across the Alps and roared over the Apennine Peninsula.

A miraculous 100-game unbeaten streak led to the birth of a red dynasty!

That year, luxurious warships roared across the European sky, and all was silent.

The rise and fall of beautiful football!

Forlán, the coach who single-handedly built a prestigious club, lamented and felt unwilling in the face of the blue shadow!

A man of humble origins yet possessing extraordinary talent, the Dutch manager led the Blaugrana to seven world titles!
Such an exciting future is something to look forward to.

How could anyone not want to write their own legend in this crazy era?

The evening breeze on the Ebro River stirred the hearts of the young men, making the spark of ambition sway even brighter in the breeze!
Boom! !

Silver lightning streaked across the sky, spreading like a spider web among the rolling dark clouds.

In a short while, the rain poured down, accompanied by booming thunder, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a gray rain curtain.

"This awful weather has ruined the warm-up matches!"

Yang Fan lay on the bed, looking at the torrential rain pouring down outside, muttering to himself in dissatisfaction.

The provocation from Antonio Alonso continues; he wanted to vent his frustrations with a thrilling match, but a thunderstorm brought the game to a standstill.

Turning my head, I saw He Chaoyue lying on the ground doing core training.

Wei Lai, on the other hand, was fast asleep in bed.

"That's unusual! Old Wei is still sleeping!" Yang Fan felt a little strange. The guy who was usually so cooped up was now sleeping soundly like a dead pig.

"Work and rest should be balanced!" He Chaoyue lay on the ground, alternately bringing her legs towards her chest in a prone high leg raise motion.

With a grunt, I turned to the side to work out the muscles on the side.

"When it's time to rest, then...rest!"

After saying that, the guy rolled over and said, "One more set!"

Yang Fan grinned, glanced at He Chaoyue, and then at Wei Lai.

These two are kings of curling; whoever wants to curl their hair can curl it.

Anyway, he can't roll it up!
In another room, Xiang Ming sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his right leg, and juggled a ball with the instep of his foot. After a while, he switched to his left foot.

After juggling the ball for a while, the guy got up and started juggling it again using his shoulder, head, and even the side of his foot.

His ball juggling was extremely consistent, which demonstrates Xiang Ming's superior ball control.

On the other side, Chen Shaojie lay on the bed, holding a phone in his left hand, watching the game frame by frame, while his right hand held a pen, occasionally writing notes in the notebook below.

The sounds of a ball being bounced and pen ink swishing across paper filled the room.

After a moment, Xiang Ming suddenly spoke up: "Do you think we can get professional contracts when we're 18?"

Chen Shaojie turned his head to look over.

Xiang Ming pointed to the side; "We're different from the three next door. They're from the Willy Football School, they have their own promotion path. Based on their performance, they'll definitely get professional contracts from clubs." He then pointed to himself and Chen Shaojie.
"We're different. My godfather doesn't have a club, and I haven't signed a contract. Guangfa here has lost its first team, so they'll definitely have to sell their players overseas."

"We both want to go abroad, do you think we can succeed?"

Chen Shaojie thought for a moment; "I don't know!"

Xiang Ming grinned and sighed. Ever since he saw the news about Antonio Alonso, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

I used to think that I was only 15 years old and there was no rush.

But seeing someone step onto the top league at the age of 17 fills me with a sense of urgency.

Moreover, they are not the type who have a clear career advancement path.

"But as long as we do our best," Chen Shaojie said, turning his head back to his phone. "Isn't our hard work playing football abroad a way of showcasing ourselves?"

"Sometimes, I feel that we should put aside our so-called pride and shamelessly go out and promote ourselves. If we fail, we won't lose face, and if we succeed, we'll have made a huge profit!"

"This is a great stage, so let's give it our all. If not, next year's U17 World Cup will be an even bigger stage with more clubs paying attention. As long as we perform well, we won't have to worry about the future!"

"Besides!" Chen Shaojie turned his head and laughed; "Those three next door, do you really think they're content with just the internal upgrade channels?"

"I don't know what Wei Lai and Yang Fan are thinking! But He Chaoyue is definitely going to play abroad. That guy told me that as long as he can make a living abroad, he dares to go out and play."

Xiang Ming shook his head: "That guy is obsessed with studying abroad!"

"After all, it's his dad. Ouch!!"

Chen Shaojie sprang up, clutching his buttocks and wincing in pain. "Are you crazy?! Why did you kick my butt?"

Xiang Ming awkwardly gestured towards the door.

Chen Shaojie turned his head and looked over, his expression immediately going blank.

"Exceeding?"

Chen Shaojie's buttocks no longer hurt, and he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

He Chaoyue glanced at the two of them, then walked straight into the house. He broke off two bananas from the table.

"I'm hungry, let's find something to eat!"

Xiang Ming quickly said, "Take whatever you want, it's all yours!"

Chen Shaojie quickly chimed in, "It's all yours! It's all yours!"

He Chaoyue nodded, then stood in front of Chen Shaojie, slowly peeling the banana, staring at Chen Shaojie as he ate the banana bite by bite.

Chen Shaojie felt extremely uneasy.

Gossiping about others, and they got caught!
How embarrassing!
This guy ate two bananas for a full two minutes.

"full!"

He Chaoyue threw the banana peel into the trash can and turned to leave.

Watching He Chaoyue leave, Chen Shaojie finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That was terrifying! Do you think he heard that?"

Xiang Ming grinned; "It's hard to say you didn't hear it!"

Outside the door, He Chaoyue stood against the wall.

His eyes were somewhat vacant, and childhood memories slowly surfaced in his mind.

But this memory is divided into two completely different parts.

Before my eyes shone the blinding lights of the dome, and beside me, the sound of tens of thousands of fans cheering filled the air.

The little figure straddled the neck of a middle-aged man, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement, and she joyfully opened her arms to embrace the boiling stadium.

The middle-aged man, exuding confidence, wore a white and green jersey with the words 'FCDoorsan' printed on the team emblem on his chest.

The back features a huge number 7 and 'HE.F'!

Soon the lights dimmed, the cheers faded, and in their place came the sounds of fierce arguing and the clanging of things being smashed. A small figure huddled in the blankets, tears streaming down his face, clutching a black and white ball in his arms, as if it were his only safe haven.

He Chaoyue, who had been standing against the wall for an unknown amount of time, felt his legs go slightly numb. He moved slightly, took a deep breath, and shook his head.

The emptiness and confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a resolute and courageous look.

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