Chapter Nineteenth: Divine

  Facts always like to contradict wishes.

  Gutierrez was still a kid after all, and previously it was just a psychological comparison. After Chen Haonan's first goal, he was shocked, and the second goal, even if Chen Haonan kicked it with another foot, still made his heart surge.

  But he prayed again, and fate always remained elusive.

  The second ball also went in.

  The way of scoring with his left foot is exactly the same as with his right foot, only with the right foot changed to the left foot.

  Speed, strength, angle and technique are all exactly the same.

  You said it was a light touch? But Chen Haonan obviously used all his strength, so how could he use all his strength and end up like this?

  Divine or evil...

  But even so, dare you say that Ekin Cheng was deceived into it?

  Woooo...

  Almost everyone let out a cry of sorrow.

  Those are all Guti's little brothers, this group of people is centered around Guti, naturally they all face towards Guti, if they win it's fine, but if they lose they have to bear the blame together.

  Right foot goes, left foot also goes, is it still playable? Playing like this, it's definitely going to follow Gutierrez to the grave...

  Others are just teasing you, otherwise they wouldn't kick it like this.

  "Hao Nan Ge, can we stop playing now? I don't want to lose to that person, I... admit defeat..."

  Gutierrez pulled a long face and stuck close to Chen Haonan's side, completely changing his attitude and sincerely yielding.

  Is this still worth comparing? Guti felt that if he continued to play like this, he would only end up losing more face. Two consecutive shots hit the mark, and the last eight shots couldn't be any worse. Ending it early and admitting defeat would at least give him some dignity, rather than being ridiculed by everyone as a laughing stock.

  Chan Ho Nam had just put the ball away and was about to move back when he realized that Guti was apologizing to him.

  Not fun, haven't played enough, he's a bit unhappy.

  But it's okay, just a warning shot to scare everyone off. Don't cripple your own feet in the process! I kicked twice earlier and my ankle still hurts! Heh, looks like this guy is somewhat decent, at least he knows when to concede...

  "Hmm... Kot, so that's what you're saying. From now on, the task of weeding is yours, right?" Chen Haonan shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and looked at Gudis with a bright face, smiling calmly.

  "You... aren't afraid that I'll lose everything, and instead you win? Actually, those two shots of mine just now were really lucky... This is the third time I've been about to give up, I really don't know how to shoot anymore."

  "Stop... I'm really convinced. Don't try to deceive me anymore, I, Gutierrez, am straightforward and honest. Admitting defeat is admitting defeat, and I won't continue to lose face."

  Jordan Chan

  Gutierrez then buried his face in the back, suddenly shouting loudly: "Brothers, from now on, this weeding thing is ours, it was agreed before the game, whoever doesn't obey, come out and continue to fight with Haonan brother one-on-one, anyway, I don't care..."

  Gutierrez clapped his palms together and then plunged into the crowd.

  They didn't know that their commander, Denilson, who was standing behind them and half a head taller than them, had just inadvertently wiped away the two cold sweat drops on his forehead.

  Abnormal! This kid's skills are comparable to those of Little Ronaldo... No wonder Tyler is really concerned, it's true. Denilson muttered to himself.

  I don't know, were those two kicks just a bluff or was it really that terrifying? He almost wanted to go forward and ask Chen Haonan to continue kicking, but seeing Chen Haonan's expression, he seemed to have other hidden motives, so he didn't speak up.

  "Cough, cough... now you know, right? In front of this young Chen Haonan, all of you should behave and be more obedient. If there are any technical issues in the future, you can ask him for guidance. If you really don't understand, then come ask me... but I believe that with Chen Haonan's skills, it will be enough to make you guys take a leap forward." With that, Director Nelson, with an air of pride, began to lecture the young men.

  What a good opportunity, he didn't make a big deal out of it, wouldn't that be a waste? At this time, playing a game of killing the chicken to scare the monkey would be perfect.

  "Alright, you've had your fun for about 15 minutes now. Now it's time to pay the price - run 50 laps around the field!" Denilson's tone turned serious, "Provoking teammates without coach's consent, that's a penalty!"

  "Hao Nan, you stay behind, I have something to discuss with you!"

  Chen Haonan thought he would also be implicated, but unexpectedly felt relieved.

  That was a bit too considerate, he had no choice but to force a smile and spread his hands in a helpless gesture towards Curtis.

  "Ugh... Gutierrez took the lead, running with his head down, and suddenly burst out laughing, 'Brothers, the last one to finish will be weeding...'".

  "Damn it! Kurt, don't go so fast! You know I..." The little guy running at the back of the group suddenly went crazy. He was the slowest in this group.

  Luckily I don't have to run, otherwise it would be me doing that thing! Chen Haonan also broke a cold sweat, in the end this matter still came down to speed.

  My good commander! He hastily turned his head around, jogging slowly towards Denilson's side, planning to flatter him properly.

  "Your last two moves were pretty good."

  But he didn't expect that Danielsen would come up with a burst of flattery?

  "Blindly, coach, actually I used to do this all the time, just casually brought it out to fool people." Chen Haonan scratched his head in embarrassment, not daring to boast.

  "It's fine if you know, at that slow speed, even an 80-year-old goalkeeper with two eyes closed can catch it, what's the use of having fists and legs!"

  Hmmm... doesn't that sound like he's talking about himself? Chen Haonan felt a pang in his heart and put the original words back on Denilson. I'm not weak-legged, I'm just injured, if I weren't injured, it wouldn't have ended up like this.

  "My foot has some problems and hasn't recovered yet... so..."

  "Alright, I knew it. I was just thinking about negotiating with the club to see if they could provide you with medical expenses, but now that I think about it, Santos is even delaying payment of salaries for first-team players, so this issue is not easy to resolve."

  Uh-huh! Uh? Uh-huh!

  Chen Haonan nodded in his heart three times, just like the bartender told him every day. Haonan, tonight there's a customer who didn't pay much, but he booked for a whole week. Later, when it was almost time to settle the bill, he forgot to bring money...

  He felt that way at the time.

  Taylor was farting, Ribero was also farting, as for Denilson, he just met him today, doesn't count as farting... at least he paid attention to himself from the first day, or should I say now he is taking care of himself.

  "I understand... it's just a habit. I can still be an assistant coach, actually, I'm quite satisfied." Chen Haonan was still smiling lightly, trying to use his smile to cover up the slight sense of loss...

  "I actually have a way to help you, but it still needs to go through another person. I'll try to find him this weekend, maybe he can agree or maybe not..."

  Dude, Seng, aren't you being a bit too enthusiastic? We've just met, and even if we had known each other before, it's only been one day. Are you really that passionate about me? Or did you discover I'm gay and plan on keeping me for yourself?

  He was about to blurt out and tell Denilson that he actually had someone helping him with his treatment, but at this moment, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the training ground.