I'm a striker

Chapter 21 Hi, Hello, Good Luck BOY
"Song, let's have two more glasses! Heck!"

Looking at Adrian, who was leaning on his shoulder and already drunk, Song Rentou shook his head helplessly.

Actually fight with Chinese players?This is definitely the rhythm of courting death.

Song Rentou began to recall the unbearable days in his mind.

That was the first time I joined a certain team in China.

At that time, Song Rentou was 16 years old.

Song Rentou, who harbors the dream of becoming a world-class striker, naively thought that China really has professional football.

There, he learned to drink and smoke, no, he didn't like it, but if you don't know that, you can't get along with most players.

All the things that foreign professional players think are "rebellious" are things that most Chinese players are accustomed to.

"Don't think too much, Song Rentou, haven't you left that environment now? Isn't it because you hate that environment that you came to Spain?" Comforting himself, Song Rentou will Adrian was sent back to his residence.

Just now, he had sent Domingos back to his residence.

For foreign professional players, they only occasionally drink a few drinks on the night of the team's victory.

But to be honest, Domingos and Adrian's drinking capacity is bad enough, and after only a few drinks, they are already as drunk as dead dogs.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening by the time Song Rentou sent the two drunk guys back to their respective residences and back to the team dormitory in the small town of Abigondo.

The leisurely Spaniards have a very weak concept of time. In Spain, dinner time is at nine o'clock in the evening, so although it is eleven o'clock, it is still very early for the Spaniards.

"Go take a shower first, and then go to bed. Tomorrow will be recovery training. I have to continue to strengthen my skills."

Looking at the schedule in his room, Song Ren thought to himself.

With the intensification of the Spanish Football League, Song Rentou has become increasingly aware of his lack of technical ability.

Technology is such a delicate thing.

Song Rentou is very clear that in China, he may be a 'genius', but in Spain, his talent is simply insignificant.

In such a fast pace of the game, how did Belleron and the others manage to stop, dribble, and pass the ball in such a short period of time?

too fast.

You still have to work hard!

While taking a shower in the bathroom, Song Rentou was thinking about today's game.

At least so far, Song Rentou believes in the book "Self-cultivation of a Forward".

But as a striker, it really is cool to score goals.

Speaking of which, Song Rentou has not scored in three consecutive games.

Although tonight's La Coruna tied the score in the third round of the Spanish Football League by relying on his sudden magical performance, but if he does better, maybe Deportivo can win the game.

Because obviously, at the end of the comparison, Getafe's full-back, Miguel Torres, who was born in the Castilla A team, had lost his mentality.

His technique and body are really good, but perhaps it was this mentality that prevented him from staying at the Bernabeu.

Song Rentou began to wonder how strong those great gods who can play in the Bernabeu and Camp Nou are.

In fact, in Song Rentou's personal dream night at the Bernabeu, except for those three goals, he didn't get a chance at all in the rest of the time.

Even if it is a chance to advance a few meters with the ball.

too strong!
too strong!
boom!Just as Song Rentou was taking a shower, the over-excited idiot swung his right fist fiercely, and his heavy punch just hit the bathroom wall.

A crack in the bathroom wall of the old Deportivo player's dormitory unceremoniously made Song Ren show the freshest blood from the outside of the index finger and middle finger of his right fist.

"It hurts!" With fingers connected to each other, Song Rentou hurriedly found a towel to dry his pure young boy's body, and then ran back to the room. He planned to stop the bleeding first before posting the "Yunnan" that his mother mailed to him. Baiyao Band-Aid sticks to the wound.

When Song Rentou was doing these actions, he didn't notice that a drop of blood from his index finger inadvertently dripped onto the ancestral jade pendant he put on the table.

beep-!
An indistinct sound.

When Song Rentou was putting on a Band-Aid...

The color of the jade pendant with the words "good" and "evil" on it began to change slightly.

"Huh, don't be so excited next time, it hurts me to death." Song Rentou said softly after bandaging his right hand.

beep-!
There was another indistinct sound.

Still did not attract Song Rentou's attention.

Song Rentou, who had bandaged his right hand, took out a football, and he was about to start the practice of juggling the ball before going to bed every day.

This is the easiest and most practiced exercise.

beep-!
"The identification of the host is complete, and the host data will be loaded soon!"

Song Rentou is very focused on doing the practice of juggling the ball. In the past, he didn't think this exercise was so important, but after coming to Spain, Song Rentou found that even the players with good skills here will insist on practicing basic skills .

Because no matter what kind of exercise, basic skills are very important.

"Maliciousness suffered by the host is..."

beep-!
"The data loading is complete, and the host guide will be automatically generated."

beep-!
"The host's favorite character type, a woman, a beautiful Japanese anime girl."

beep-!
"Start searching for the host's favorite character type template, and start generating..."

beep-!
"The data search is successful, the template is completed, and it is intelligent..."

beep-!
"Intelligent completion, search for the voice of the host's favorite character..."

"Kimiya Rie, the search is complete, and the copy is complete."

beep-!
"The binding of the jade pendant that turns evil into good is complete!"

"Tomorrow's training, we must continue to work hard!" Just as Song Rentou had just finished training before going to bed, suddenly...

"Hi, hello, good luck BOY!"

A very cute and sudden voice made Song Rentou's whole body tremble.

Oops!
Frightened, he turned his head carefully.

towards the direction of the sound.

Then, his pupils slowly, slowly became bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger!
One, one naked, fifteen or sixteen-year-old, 36DT two-dimensional beautiful girl is sitting on her bed and laughing at herself!

"Ah------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ !!!!!!”

In the player dormitory of Deportivo, Song Rentou uttered an earth-shattering scream! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)