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Chapter 19 Finding a Soccer School
"Yuyun, what's going on with you today?"

After receiving his father's accurate answer, Long Bisheng happily went out with the ball in his arms. He planned to play in the yard for a while. As soon as he went out, Yin Xiuping, who had endured it for a long time, couldn't wait to shout at Long Yuyun: "How can you agree to his request?"

Hearing his wife yelling at him unceremoniously, Long Yuyun laughed instead. He took out a cigarette and lit it, and said with a smile, "Your patience has increased a lot—I thought you would yell at that time, but I didn't expect to be able to endure until this time, which is beyond my expectation."

"I thought you were tall." Yin Xiuping almost snatched his cigarette from his mouth: "Don't change the topic, let me ask why you agreed to Bisheng to play football? Don't you know that the road is very difficult? If you can't play, and you didn't go to college to learn knowledge, how will you gain a foothold in society in the future! Will we always have to support him in the future? Even if we do, can we support him for a lifetime?"

"I've already considered what you said." Long Yuyun said in a deep voice, "Now Bisheng himself is strongly demanding to play football... This is the first time he has made such a wish to us, and we cannot deny him at will. Besides, you should also be clear that our son... may not be a material for studying. If so, why not let him take another path?"

"Are you so sure that he is not a student? He is only in the second grade of elementary school. Can you tell who is good and who is not at this time?" Yin Xiuping immediately refuted her husband.

"Of course it makes sense. But we can also think about it from another perspective. Bisheng has indeed been a bit slow-witted and slow-responsive since he was a child." Long Yuyun sighed. How could he be willing to admit this fact, but it seems even more unrealistic to expect Long Bisheng to suddenly become enlightened in his studies - a person's talent is always difficult to change: "This makes him always a step behind in learning, and he is not suitable for doing too delicate work...Of course, I believe our son is not lower than others in IQ, but he just hasn't mastered it yet...But What if he is too late? On the contrary, his physical fitness is much better than ordinary people. His strength, stamina, height... are all good materials for being an athlete. Now the country pays attention to the welfare income of athletes. It may not be a good way out.”

"Playing football must be a good way out?" Yin Xiuping said angrily.

"It's not necessarily a good way out, and it's not necessarily a bad way out." Long Yuyun said in detail: "Bisheng is only nine years old now. He has been playing football since he was a child. Even if he doesn't play very well, at least he has a certain foundation. As long as he keeps practicing well, even if he can only play in low-level leagues in the future, his income will be much better than working in a big company... And according to my estimation, the income of players will only increase in the future. It is not difficult to have enough money to live on for a lifetime."

"What if you don't kick it out?" Yin Xiuping said angrily.

"Then let him serve as a soldier when he arrives." Long Yuyun said calmly, "If nothing else, he will definitely be a good soldier. I'm sure of that."

Hearing this, Yin Xiuping kept quiet. She believed her husband's eyes on soldiers. Wouldn't it be a joke if the deputy battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion, who had been with soldiers for ten years, couldn't tell whether a soldier was good or bad?Moreover, Yin Xiuping also began to feel that the decision her husband made was indeed justified...

In the end, she still asked a question: "Didn't you say last time that a star who won three World Cups died in poverty? Are you not afraid that your son will do the same in the future?"

Hearing this, Long Yuyun almost choked himself to death with a puff of cigarettes—was his wife worried about this for a long time?Oh my goodness, that was in the 60s and [-]s, when players didn't have such lucrative incomes...

The depressed Long Yuyun took a lot of effort to let his wife understand that it is already the end of the 21th century, and it will soon enter the [-]st century, and that miserable situation is gone forever...

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On the second day, Long Yuyun started running around to find out news for his son.

It's only mid-July now, and the general school starts in early September, and the football school is no exception. He still has enough time to run this matter-more than a month should be enough.

But what he didn't expect was that this football school is not as easy to find as ordinary schools. Ordinary schools are found in almost every town and village, but this football school...

It is not difficult to find a football school in those cities that have professional teams or a more traditional football atmosphere, but for XJ, the "football desert", it is really not easy to find a football school.

There is no football school in the whole of XJ, not even Lanzhou, the capital of GS province. Long Yuyun asked his acquaintances everywhere to find out, and only after half a month did he find out that in Xi'an, Shaanxi, there is a football school that has been in operation for a year.

Of course, this will not be the only choice, but it is the football school closest to XJ-this is relatively close, after all, the vicinity of WLMQ where Long Yuyun's family is located is almost half of China away from Xi'an-other cities with football schools are farther, such as Sichuan, Hubei, Hebei, Shandong...

And Yunjia, who claims to have the best football school in China, is almost a whole China away from XJ!
Or the one in Xi'an.Long Yuyun sighed.

It’s not that he didn’t think about sending his son to the best Yunjia football school—it’s said that a football school in that city is about to be built in cooperation with the Serie A giants Inter Milan, but the conditions for admission to such a school must be very harsh. It’s better to enroll in the nearest one, and after a few years of training, go to Yunjia Tianyu’s echelon for trial training—maybe Azati can help him say a few good words if he does well there!
Thinking like this, Long Yuyun dialed the phone number of the school he got from his comrades.

(End of this chapter)