Super System Football Superstar

Liu Dongdong didn't speak, but raised his sweat-covered immature face and nodded vigorously.

"Fatty Wang, don't be lazy, come quickly and help me put up a thread." A worker standing on the third floor poked his head out and yelled, and threw out a large bundle of black wires with a latch plate.

"Damn you, you just don't want me to have a good cigarette, do you?"

Fatty Wang took two puffs of shredded tobacco vigorously, cursed a few words, and slowly got up, but Liu Dongdong rushed in front of him, "Uncle Wang, sit and rest, I'll fix it."

"Hey, brat, it's a good thing that Uncle Wang doesn't love you for nothing." Fatty Wang showed a gratified smile, raised his legs, and clicked his cigarette happily.

Liu Dongdong ran to the downstairs of the newly built building, took over the latch plate that was slowly hanging from the top of his head, picked up the reserved power socket on the ground, and plugged it in directly.

A burst of blue-green sparks shot out from the socket, and he didn't take it seriously at first, until his arm went numb, and when he realized something was wrong, he had no time to make any movements, rolled his eyes, and lost consciousness directly.

In the eyes of Fatty Wang and other outsiders, clusters of sparks erupted suddenly from the latch board Liu Dongdong was holding in his hand, and a burst of black smoke came out. Liu Dongdong's whole body trembled violently, and then fell to the ground on his back.

"No, someone got an electric shock!" The worker standing upstairs screamed loudly.

Fatty Wang, who witnessed the accident with his own eyes, didn't even have time to spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, so he rushed up in a hurry.When the busy workers around heard the shout, they immediately rushed over from all directions.

In another building in the distance, Liu Gang, who was cutting steel pipes, heard a strange sound and stood up with a "teng".He noticed that the crowd was densely packed and quickly gathered towards the southwest corner of his line of sight, and he immediately recognized the place where his son was working.

"Could it be that something happened to Dongdong?"

A bad premonition immediately arose in his heart.

Chapter 4
Modern youth soccer arena.

Head coach's office.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and a tall man in a black tracksuit walked into the room, with a prominent green string whistle hanging around his neck.

"Coach Cui, are you looking for me?"

The man has his hands behind his back, his head held high, his chin and the sides of his cheeks are covered with thick stubble, his facial features are deep and tough, full of masculine charm.

Cui Shimin, who was sitting behind the desk, raised his head, looked at the man quietly, threw a piece of information on the desktop in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "What is the situation with this trial player named Liu Dongdong?" ? With his technical level, why can he join our team."

Cui Shiming is 62 years old this year. He once coached the South Korean National Youth Team with remarkable achievements.In the Korean football coaching circle, they have always been known for their integrity and strictness, and they can't tolerate any sand in their eyes.

During this time, in order to prepare for next season's professional league, the club's technical department has been busy researching players in the transfer market who are suitable for the team's technical and tactical styles, striving to expand the team's strength and lay a solid foundation for winning the championship next season Base.

Who knows, just came back a day, and heard rumors from his assistant that a player recently entered the team through the back door through a relationship.

This kind of behavior is absolutely intolerable to him.