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Chapter 55
It was night, with wind and stars, and a crescent moon stingily sprinkled its own light. Long Bisheng couldn't see Ding Yu's expression clearly, but he knew that Ding Yu seemed to have no room to refute what he said.

That's it.

Long Bisheng thought desperately, it seems that he is really not good enough to play football. Although he may be able to help others grow faster, what can he do in the future?It is not so easy to judge which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life.

"Coach, I'm leaving. I'm sorry for what I said just now." Long Bisheng said sadly to Ding Yu, and turned around to leave.

Ding Yu suddenly seemed to have figured something out, stood up with a "huh", and grabbed Long Bisheng: "You can't go - now I figured it out, you will definitely have a future!"

"Coach, please stop comforting me. I already know what I am." Long Bisheng said with a wry smile, "I have heard enough words of comfort—I don't want to hear any more now!"

"It's not words of comfort." Ding Yu shook his head and smiled, still holding on to Long Bisheng.

Long Bisheng had no choice but to stop. In fact, Ding Yu might not be able to hold Long Bisheng strong now. You must know that Ding Yu is not tall, just over 1.7 meters. Now Long Bisheng is not much shorter than him.

But Long Bisheng felt sorry for the clothes on his body—Ding Yu pulled it tightly now, if Long Bisheng grabbed it hard, it might be torn in two——Going back to the dormitory shirtless, Long Bisheng didn't care, but this T-shirt was Long Bisheng's best T-shirt, and it cost dozens of dollars.

Seeing that Long Bisheng had stopped, Ding Yu let go of his hand. After all, it was shameful to pull the student's clothes like this. He smiled and said, "Do you think that you are not good enough to play football? Do you think that the reason why you work so hard and that the gap is widened by your classmates is because your talent is too poor. Even if you forcefully kick it, it is just a waste of time. Why don't you give up and do other things earlier--Am I right?"

Long Bisheng glanced at him angrily—isn't this obvious?
"I have fallen into a misunderstanding, and you have also fallen into a misunderstanding." Ding Yu said with a smile: "Come on, sit down--are you afraid that I will kill you? Even if you don't want to play football, you are still a student of our football school. I am your coach. When the coach speaks, you won't listen to it? Then you can still be a good soldier? The bounden duty of a soldier is to obey orders-you should just take it as a preview."

After finishing speaking, Ding Yu forced Long Bisheng to do it, lit another cigarette, and closed his mouth with his eyes on the sky.

Long Bisheng was really angry: "Coach, you can't lie to me like this? If you do this again, I'll be really angry!"

"Don't be impatient - I think you are usually a gentle and calm person, why are you so easily angry today?" Ding Yu pressed his hands down, and said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth: "I just figured it out. You must give me some time to organize my words, right?"

Long Bisheng stopped talking, lay down with his head in his hands, looked at the moon in the sky, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"How long have you been playing football officially? Including the school you were in in Xi'an last year." After a while, Ding Yu probably had his thoughts sorted out and asked Long Bisheng.

Long Bisheng straightened up, thought for a while and said, "It's been almost two years."

"Well, two years." Ding Yu nodded: "I think you should also know that children of the same age as you, that is, your classmates, have played football for at least three to four years. Hu Gandang and Dai Guangming have both played football for more than five years. That is to say, they started playing football at the age of five, while you? It was nine years old. I almost estimated that you are under. Based on your current strength, compared with other forwards in the class, it is probably at the same level as when they were eight to nine years old."

"So what?" Long Bisheng asked confusedly.

"How many years are nine years old minus five years old? How many years are eight years old minus five years old?" Ding Yu suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Long Bisheng was even more confused, but he could still do the addition and subtraction in the first grade of elementary school. After a little calculation in his mind, he replied: "Four years and three years... But coach, why don't you talk about anything?"

"We'll be next to each other right away." Ding Yu said proudly, "Look, you only trained for two years, and you have achieved the achievements of others in three or four years. Is this called low talent? Although you have worked much harder than others, it is impossible for two years to be worth the four years of others, right? Not to mention that I look down on the football school in Xi'an. In my opinion, the so-called training you received that year is simply rubbish."

Long Bisheng was successfully fooled by Ding Yu. The facts presented by Ding Yu were very powerful, but in fact it was not the case-there was a big difference between the age of five and the age of ten, both in terms of body and ability to accept, and it was normal for him to improve quickly. Moreover, Long Bisheng was not a fool before he entered Yunjiatianyu Football School. Clubs organized by elites, even if they managed to stay, their status would not be too high.

Long Bisheng was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Is this really the case?"

"Can I still lie to you? If I want to lie to you, I would have lied to you." Ding Yu waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't believe me, ask the forwards among your classmates and ask them to estimate. Don't you know how old they are now?"

Long Bisheng thought for a while, then nodded. Ding Yu made sense. If he really wanted to lie to Long Bisheng, he would have already lied to him. There is no need to try to find such a reason to persuade him.

But Long Bisheng still had doubts in his heart: "Then why I have been training longer than others, but I still can't close the gap? Since I have trained in two years to achieve a level that others can achieve in four years, I am still much lower than others?"

Ding Yu said confidently: "After all, other people started much earlier than you... Let's use an analogy, starting to play football at the age of five, you can only walk until you are ten years old, and you can only start running after ten years old. You mean that others have already started running, and you can only walk... Do you understand? I don't understand, let's put it this way. For a two-kilometer road, you can only walk with your feet for the first kilometer, and you can only ride a bicycle for the last kilometer. , so although you work hard, it is very difficult to run faster than a bicycle. After you have run this mile, your advantage over others can be brought into play...do you understand?"

It took Long Bisheng a long time to figure out what Ding Yu said—the reason why he gave more to others but did not progress as fast as others was not because he was stupid, but because his foundation was poor—this coincided with what Li Fang said. When his foundation catches up with others, he will quickly catch up in other aspects.

"Is it true that I'm not talented?" Long Bisheng asked Ding Yu excitedly: "Is it true that I'm not progressing so slowly because I'm stupid?"

"Hehe!" Ding Yu laughed happily: "Do you understand now? The slow progress is not because you have no talent, nor is it because you don't work hard, but because you started too late - it's not your fault, and you are only in your early ten years old, there is plenty of time to make up for this gap, as long as you can persevere as always, then I dare not say anything else, at least you will not be eliminated in this school!"

"Really?" Long Bisheng was really happy now.

"Of course!" Ding Yu became serious: "But don't forget the premise I said, that is, you work as hard as you did this year, otherwise your foundation is lower than others, and the possibility of being eliminated is still the greatest!"

"I understand, I will definitely work hard!" Long Bisheng nodded again and again: "Because I know that apart from hard work, I have nothing else to rely on! Thank you, coach!"

"Go back to rest early! You still have to run tomorrow morning!" Ding Yu looked at his watch: "It's almost ten o'clock, if you don't go back, it will affect tomorrow's training!"

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep right away!" Long Bisheng ran towards the dormitory building, ran two steps and then stopped, turned his head and asked furtively: "Coach, I was not very polite to you just now, don't take it personally!"

"Get lost!" Ding Yu grabbed a rock and made a gesture to throw it. Long Bisheng shrank his neck and hurried away.

Ding Yu laughed twice and stood up: "Oh, I'm going to bed too... These boys are really worrying."

Long Bisheng gently pushed open the door of the dormitory, and found that it was pitch black inside, Long Bisheng didn't say much, after washing gently, he lay down on his bunk.

"Aaron, are you okay?" Dai Guangming's soft voice came from the upper bunk, and Long Bisheng smiled: "It's okay, I've already figured it out, as long as the school wants me, I'll play here until I become a professional player—you don't despise me, do you?"

"What are you talking about!" Wu Bufan and his surroundings yelled at the same time, while Li Jie laughed: "That's good, we can rest assured!" Zhang Yi said: "We can't do without any one in our [-] dormitory!" Several people shouted together for a moment, and no one could hear the other.

"Stop arguing!" Hu Gandang yelled from the upper bunk, "We have to train tomorrow, do you have a sense of public morality?"

Long Bisheng laughed in the dark, really, it's great to not leave this group!
PS: Hehe... Is there really a will of God?The chapter title of this chapter is what I want to say to you, it is good to have you support me.

Thank you everyone, I will continue to work hard, maybe I should return to the normal, normal mind of the era when I wrote "The King of China".

(End of this chapter)