Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Good Friend Online
At night, Casillas erased the physics answers that Leandri had written for him with a troubled look on his face, and then replaced them with his own handwriting.
This kid definitely won’t do it. He’ll definitely be scolded tomorrow for writing such nonsense.
But Cassie thought again, his physics knowledge is just like this anyway, and if he does the questions carefully, his accuracy might not be higher than if he just guesses randomly, so he should just hand it in. It's like looking at physics in a fog, so don't pay any attention to it.
Yes, the future Casillas, the double captain, was also a poor student in high school!
On the other side, Leandri was already lying on the bed, bragging to his system.
[Brother Tong, can you provide me with some other help? ]
[Please call me Prince's Tutor!] ]
If you can provide me with any other help I will call.
[Then I will wake you up half an hour earlier tomorrow to go jogging. ]
Please at least give me a few more accelerated injury recovery cards!
[The system can only produce one. ]
Then what use are you?
[I'll urge you to train well, or I'll shock you. ]
6
The Florentino family was really good to Leandri and treated him as their own son. After taking him home, they sent him to Our Lady of Rosales School.
This school is the first choice for the children of many Spanish politicians and businessmen, and many royal family members also come from here.
Although the school motto is "Let's take it slow", in fact every child who studies here is gifted and makes extraordinary progress.
On his first day at school, Leandri was told that classes would be taught in both Spanish and English, and he would even have to choose a second foreign language from German, French, Chinese, etc.
In addition, the school also pays special attention to the cultivation of art and sports. Although Leandri is very good at football, the school still requires him to regularly participate in music, dance and other art courses, and is committed to cultivating Leandri into a perfect young man.
Leandri can study here like a duck in water because of his accumulation in his previous life, but all the other peers here are trained according to the elite model. Here, although Leandri's computing ability is still amazing, it is not so abrupt that he needs to be pulled out for study.
There is a strange and untouchable person in the school——Eric.
He didn't want to deal with people and stayed in the studio all day long, and no one dared to disturb him. Because his last name was Alba, one of the richest and oldest noble families in Spain.
He is the youngest grandson of the 18th Duchess of Alba.
The Alba family has an astonishing collection of valuable artworks. Eric has been influenced by the works of world-famous artists such as Goya, Van Dyck, and El Greco since he was a child. His artistic talent is far superior to that of ordinary people, but he also has a strange temper.
Eric is two years older than Leandri, but their acquaintance was also very far-fetched.
At that time, Eric was alone in the studio, trying to copy Goya's "The Dressed Maja", but he fell into a manic mood because he could not get the composition right.
Leandri, who happened to pass by, heard the sound of a vase breaking in the studio. Thinking something bad had happened, he opened the door and went in. He saw Eric rushing over aggressively and grabbing his collar, "Who allowed you to come in?!"
Leandri didn't care and explained, "I thought something happened inside, nothing else."
"This is Rosales, what do you think is going to happen?"
Leandri curled his lips and said, "Okay, okay, I'm being nosy. I'm leaving now."
Gently slapping away the hand that was grabbing his collar, Leandri was about to leave when he saw the torn drawing paper on the ground.
"You draw very well." Leandri praised sincerely. For a person like him who has no artistic cells but only artistic bacteria, he can't even control the pen, so naturally he thinks everyone's painting is beautiful.
"What do you know? I can't draw anything like it." Eric walked back to his seat and stroked the photo he copied. The original painting now hangs in the Prado Museum and depicts the Duchess of the Alba family from several generations ago.
Leandri didn't know how to answer the young man in front of him, and blurted out a chicken soup he had heard in his previous life, "The painting has nothing to do with the moment the painter puts down the brush. All your feelings towards the work are a reflection of your own story."
Eric fell silent again. It was obvious that the boy was emotionally and mentally unstable. Leandri closed the door for him when he left.
From that day on, Eric would invite Leandri to the studio to accompany him occasionally, and the ways of invitation included but were not limited to asking the school teachers to pass on the message and his own bodyguards to invite him.
When Leandri arrived at the studio, Eric ignored him and just sat there quietly painting. Sometimes he got angry and started throwing vases.
Leandri started with "Damn, is this the legendary bullying?", then "You draw your pictures, I'll play my ball", then "Why did you suddenly throw things?" and finally "Did I practice saves just to save the antiques here?"
But he also felt that Eric's mental state was very bad as they interacted with him day by day.
"I have bipolar disorder." Eric, who took the initiative to speak, did not stop painting with his paintbrush and continued to paint on the canvas.
Leandri put the ball back in the bag and walked over to sit next to him, listening to him quietly.
"I don't like to interact with people, and I don't like others to get close to me. In the end, they will be disgusted by my changeable moods, but they dare not offend me because my last name is Alba." Eric scraped a little paint with a scraper and smeared it on the canvas.
When Leandri heard that the other party was bipolar, he was not willing to deal with him. This disease is indeed as he said, with abnormal mood changes, depression and mania constantly alternating, which not only makes the patient himself extremely painful, but also constantly tortures the people around him. Without strong psychological preparation, it is difficult to persist. "Then why do you always call me?"
Eric did not answer and continued to talk to himself, "Painting is different. I can vent my emotions to him, but he can't resist me."
"He can. He can be so ugly that you can tear him apart." Leandri rolled his eyes. This kid is just a middle school boy.
"You once told me that the work is a reflection of the viewer's emotions," Eric moved the drawing board towards him, "so what do you see here?"
Leandri wanted to punch him but he couldn't afford to offend the little noble in front of him. He scratched his head and managed to say after a long while, "Isn't it just a bottle of sunflowers?"
"there is none left?"
"there is none left."
"You know, he expressed..."
Leandri interrupted directly, "Did you know that I play in the Real Madrid youth training?"
"Now I know."
"So what do you find out now?"
Eric: ...
"You can't think of it, right? That's right. Even I don't know what I mean by this sentence. Do you want to understand Van Gogh's spiritual world now?"
"I have a game tomorrow, come and see how I make the guy on the other side cry and call for daddy!" Leandri felt that this little brat was just thinking too much, and regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, he left with his bag after leaving his address.
The next day, Leandri, who had been promoted to U10, played a youth team match against Real Sociedad at home on behalf of Real Madrid.
Real Sociedad's youth training focuses more on the cultivation of local players. It is considered a slightly larger team in Spain, but its overall strength cannot be compared with Real Madrid. Real Madrid's youth training has almost no rivals in Spain, no matter what age group it is, except La Masia.
In the first half, Leandri stood in front of the goal and had basically nothing to do. Occasionally he would distract himself to see if Eric had arrived and where he was.
In the second half, as soon as the referee blew the whistle, Real Sociedad launched an attack at the start. In the first half, every time the opponent's left winger dribbled forward, he would be double-teamed by at least two Real Madrid U10 defenders. Basically, as soon as he received the ball, he would be tackled or make a pass error.
I don't know if this left midfielder was spit on by the coach and turned his anger into motivation. He dribbled the ball past the distracted midfielder and did a series of fancy bicycle kicks to get past the full-back who came forward to intercept. When the central defender started to assist in defense, he made a one-two pass with the center forward who had already run into the penalty area.
The second half started with a one-on-one chance!
Oops! Leandri instantly sounded the alarm in his heart.
The coaches of both teams on the sidelines clenched their fists nervously.
Leandri chose to attack, and his quick approach made the opponent feel oppressed, so he could only kick the ball hastily.
When the football brushed past his toes, Leandri knew the ball was going to go wide, but his long-term goalkeeper training allowed him to quickly chase back at this time.
Sure enough, with a "bang", the football hit the left post.
But the alarm was not lifted. The opposing center forward who had just inserted into the backcourt had also gained position and hit the ball that bounced off the post, just hitting his forehead which had already jumped high in the small penalty area, and the football flew towards the goal again.
At this time, Leandri had already run to the vicinity of the goal line and dived sideways, but there was still a little distance between him and the ball. He could only clench his palm into a fist and use his right fist to push the ball out.
But the left winger who was originally advancing happened to appear on the flight trajectory of the football.
He used his shoulder to push the ball down obediently and quickly, and then he raised his foot to shoot it from close range!
This time, Leandri used one hand to push himself up quickly, swung his left foot widely, and kicked the ball, which flew directly to the opponent's half.
Three consecutive saves!
But because most people's attention was here just now, the cooperation in the frontcourt was a little slow, and the hasty shot was confiscated by the opponent's goalkeeper.
"Come on, don't let the opponent come over! There were two gaps just now." One of the virtues of a goalkeeper is to scold his teammates after a great save.
The Real Madrid U10 coach on the sidelines also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, Ryan is awesome!
Then he felt that there was a flaw in Leandri's long kick just now, and his technique still needed to be polished. He immediately made a note in the tactical notebook and went back to give him more precise training!
In the subsequent games, Leandri continued to perform stably, saving several balls from the opponent and keeping the goal intact.
Real Madrid won the game 2-0. After the game, Leandri took a shower and went to find Eric.
"Well, what do you think of my performance?"
"More than twenty of you played for 90 minutes and only scored two goals?" Eric, who never paid attention to football, was very puzzled. The efficiency was too low.
"Shouldn't you think those few amazing saves I made were really cool?!"
"Then I'll pay more attention next time."
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