Chapter 12: Passing the Selection

Ibrahimovic quickly stepped forward, ready to choke him again.

Suddenly he remembered something, and withdrew his hand in dismay. Instead, he patted Chu Feng on the shoulder and said regretfully: "I was still waiting for you to shoot. If you didn't score, I would have scolded you again. I didn't expect you to pass the ball!"

"Uh, your position is better."

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth kept twitching. He didn't expect that Da Fengxian had such a sinister side. It was really eye-opening.

The Red Team members celebrated briefly, and with high morale and spirit, they defended tenaciously with little time left in the game, maintaining the score advantage until the end of the training match.

The players of the White Team, including Rashford, were dissatisfied with Pogba's strong sense of self-presence.

If he hadn't wasted so many opportunities, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed even if he lost the game.

After today's training match, most of the first-line players got to know the boy with black hair and yellow skin.

no way.

It was because Chu Feng's performance was too outstanding that the two goals of the White Team were closely related to him.

"Your passing skills are pretty good."

Valencia is not the kind of petty person who would become angry and embarrassed just because he is overtaken by a junior.

On the contrary, after seeing Chu Feng's abilities, he really wanted to become his teammate.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Chu Feng blinked and responded with a smile.

to be honest.

He admires Valencia from the bottom of his heart, especially in terms of professionalism.

Not everyone can do this for decades, taking every game seriously, working diligently and without complaints.

"Ha ha."

Valencia seemed to be infected by the boy's vigor, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This stunned the other Manchester United players.

Everyone knows that Valencia was born with a bitter face. He has never smiled since his good friend Nani left.

Unexpectedly, after the post-match stretching session, today's selection competition came to an end.

Just as Chu Feng was about to leave the training ground, he saw Faria waving at him, and he hurried over.

"Congratulations in advance, your performance is much better than I expected!"

Faria stretched out his big hand and patted Chu Feng's shoulder hard.

"Thanks-"

Before Chu Feng could finish his words, he suddenly froze in place, his heart beating uncontrollably.

He understood Faria's hidden meaning.

Did he pass the test? Even though he had experienced rebirth, he still couldn't remain calm when facing an important turning point in his life.

"You're welcome. You've earned all this."

"The club will sign a new contract with you tomorrow. By the way, don't relax your training during this period."

Faria knew that Chu Feng needed some space to be alone at this time, so he encouraged him and then turned and left.

Chu Feng took deep breaths continuously to calm the agitation in his heart.

Where are we now?

The road ahead is still long.

Manchester United Canteen.

"From now on, the three of us will be on the first team, so we can use the cafeteria 24 hours a day."

McTominay stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and spoke hesitantly.

"That's so superficial, is this what you want to do to get into the first team?"

Rashford is very disdainful!

Is there anyone who, after joining the first team, pays the most attention to the canteen?

"I heard that Mr. Giuliano will test each player's body tomorrow and create a specific nutritional recipe."

"You may never be able to eat sweet flower stuffed chicken again."

Chu Feng showed a compassionate expression and completely killed the game.

"ah?"

McTominay was confused and felt that the food in front of him had become tasteless.

After dinner.

Chu Feng walked slowly back to the dormitory, took out his cell phone to check the time, hesitated for a long time, and then dialed the number.

A coastal city in China thousands of miles away.

Beep, beep! "Old Chu, hurry up and answer the phone. Only my son would call at this time."

A middle-aged woman in her forties was cutting vegetables on the chopping board and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the phone won't run away."

The middle-aged man, wearing a loose vest and shorts, slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"You want to die? You just keep telling me to not worry. What if my son has something urgent to deal with?"

Yan Lanxia slammed the kitchen knife into the chopping board with a "dong".

Chu Changzheng realized that the volcano was about to erupt, and without even having time to fasten his belt, he directly answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone button.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Judging from the smoothness of the movements, this shouldn't be the first time.

"mom?"

Yan Lanxia heard the familiar voice coming from the microphone, her expression changed instantly, she wiped her hands on her apron again and again, and hurried out of the kitchen.

Chu Changzheng breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the phone.

"Hey, son, has the training been hard lately? Are you tired? Are you short of money again?"

"Your dad just gave you the quarterly bonus. I'll have him transfer it to you later."

After Chu Feng was reborn, he never called home because of his uneasy mood.

He always felt that he didn't know how to face his parents. But after listening to his mother Yan Lanxia's three consecutive questions, he seemed to have turned back into the boy he used to be.

"Mom, it's not hard, it's not tiring, and there's no shortage of money."

"I'm calling to tell you that I'm in the first team!"

Chu Feng was like a primary school student who had won a certificate and couldn't wait to show off to his parents.

There was silence on both ends of the line.

Yan Lanxia looked at Chu Changzheng in disbelief, "Old Chu, I must be dreaming, pinch me now."

Chu Changzheng was also shocked by the news.

It took him a while to come back to his senses and he slapped his thigh hard with his right hand.

Bang! He had been fooled before, and had to pay the price of two months' private savings, which taught him a lesson.

“It’s true!”

Chu Changzheng's expression became very complicated, sometimes he grinned, sometimes he smiled.

"Oh, I'm your dad"

Yan Lanxia was so excited that she couldn't even finish her words.

You have to know that it is basically impossible for the working class to support their children to play football abroad.

Even though Manchester United's youth training policy can reduce most of the fees for outstanding players, their families still have no money left.

There were also relatives and colleagues who gossiped behind his back, saying things like, "What's the point of playing football? Can you find a good job in the future?", "Only people with poor academic performance play football. Chu Feng's future is ruined.", "Spending so much money every year, do you still have money to marry a wife?"

These are trivial matters, Yan Lanxia doesn't care about them, she is mainly worried about her son.

At the age of 13, he left his hometown and went to England alone.

Although there is a guardianship agency there, I must have suffered a lot.

If Chu Feng had not had a strong desire and Chu Changzheng's strong support, she would never have agreed to Chu Feng going abroad.

"Mom, I guess you'll be able to see me on TV soon, so don't forget to cheer for me then."

Chu Feng said with a grin.

"Of course, of course. Your dad and I will watch the live broadcast of the game."

"The porridge in the pot is about to overflow. Let your father talk to you first."

Yan Lanxia heard the "sizzling" sound coming from the kitchen and put the phone into Chu Changzheng's hand.

(End of this chapter)