Chapter Seventeen: Lost in Weeding

  The first day of reporting, what can be an extraordinary performance? Being able to get through a normal and uneventful day is good enough.

  But in less than half a day, everyone had a general understanding of Chen Haonan.

  De Niro didn't give Chan Ho Nam any special treatment and instead spoke his mind and told him everything he knew.

  Of course, he first elaborated on Chan Ho Nam's past achievements and then revealed the fact that Chan Ho Nam was disabled, finally expressing the purpose of signing him to the club.

  Former National Youth Championship MVP, this title was originally awe-inspiring, and even Denernson didn't win this honor in his youth.

  But all of this is just a thing of the past, Chen Haonan was strong before, but now he's nothing more than a cripple.

  So the admiration or envy and jealousy of those young people before, once again turned into contempt and disdain.

  Since they are all crippled, what can Chen Haonan do to help them? What can be learned from following cripples? Has the club chairman gone mad?!

  Everyone's expression was almost like this, and no one took Chen Haonan seriously.

  Alas... ignorance of youth. Denerlsen has seen it all and can only sigh inwardly with a bitter smile.

  If I had listened to Santana a few more times back then, my career might have gone further. Today, Denilson is filled with nostalgia and memories, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the past.

  He now regrets not listening to Santana's advice at the time, making his skills more solid and practical, so that later when he was wandering in Europe, he became a gun that was mediocre but not useful...

  Who is Santana? Naturalized Brazilian coach Santana...

  As a coach, he led Brazil to the World Cup in 1982 and 1986 as head coach. He believed in offensive football, and under his leadership, the Brazilian team shone brightly at the 1982 World Cup with an artistic midfield consisting of Zico, Socrates, Falcao, Junior and Eder.

  Although they were defeated by Italy 3-2 in the second stage group match and failed to win the championship, their beautiful play earned them the reputation of "uncrowned kings".

  Four years later, at the Mexico World Cup, Santana once again led Brazil into the quarterfinals. They gave one of the most classic matches in World Cup history against France's midfield iron triangle led by Platini, and were ultimately eliminated by Brazil on penalties...

  The most magnificent and powerful Brazilian team in history was created by Santana. Of course, he left, otherwise Denilson would not be filled with melancholy in his memories. Santana left forever in April 2012...

  Dener was also stunned at that time, thinking that his own skills were the most gorgeous, and he couldn't listen to advice. Little did he know, Santana, who could create the most beautiful Brazilian team, would give wrong suggestions?

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  It's been a long time since I've enjoyed this kind of happy football, even just watching from the sidelines. Chen Haonan felt that this was something young people should have, not being toyed with and destroyed in some hotel room, ruining their young minds and bodies.

  "Hao Nan, why don't you come up and kick it together?" Someone in the crowd suddenly made this suggestion.

  What nonsense, I'm going up there, and soon I won't even be able to crawl back! Chen Haonan cursed silently in his heart, who the hell wants to make a fool of himself?!

  His injury has not healed yet. Even if it had, he did not want his foot to be crippled again. Everything would have to wait until Situ Haonan arrived before they could discuss the matter further.

  "My foot is injured... it'll be fine in a few days." Chen Haonan could only respond with a stifled breath.

  "Never mind, your leg injury isn't something that happened overnight. Don't worry, we won't pressure you with speed. Just show us your embroidered leg skills and let's see how formidable they are."

  These words are too piercing, it's simply naked contempt, even the staff on the scene couldn't bear to listen.

  "Be careful what you say, Chen Haonan's skills are unmatched by any of you at present. The club invited him here for a reason, he has value to offer. If you don't believe it, you can challenge him one-on-one and see if you still have the face to mock him afterwards."

  The one who said this was none other than the head coach, Denilson. Originally, it didn't stimulate his nerves at all, but as soon as he heard the three words "embroidered legs", he became particularly prone to anger, and many people had evaluated him that way before...

  It can be said that the players' words just touched his sore spot.

  How could Tan Ho-nam have imagined that Denilson would speak up for him? Just thinking about it makes me swallow my anger, but now I'm furious.

  In my hometown, apart from those ignorant people who dare to mess with me, I still get bullied by another group of people here?

  Tigers don't show off their might, you think I'm a sick cat? Not comparing speed? Even if I were one-legged, I could still outrun all of you!

  "Am I the one to choose the project? If so, I can play with you guys... Ugly words should be said upfront, in case it's another competition where others speedrun and leave me dead. If I get to choose the project myself, then you're all waiting for death! Chen Haonan's eyes shone brightly as he stared at a nearby crowd."

  Originally scolded by coach Denilson, the players were a bit unhappy, but when they heard Chen Haonan's challenge, they became eager to try again.

  A young white-skinned boy hiding in the center of the team, squeezed out of the crowd very consciously. And everyone also cooperated to open up a path, I guess no one wanted to compete with him anyway.

  "Hey, is this really the one with the best skills among them?" Chen Haonan stared at the guy in front of him, who was obviously younger than himself but had a more developed physique.

  "Alright, you choose, whoever loses will be in charge of cutting grass from now on..."

  Cut the grass? What grass to cut? Chan Ho-nam was perplexed, and again cast a puzzled glance at his opponent. This still involves betting? It seems that cutting the grass is not a pleasant experience, otherwise his opponent would have added stakes.

  "It's just mowing the training ground every weekend..." The fair-skinned young man, still with a hint of childishness, pointed to the entire training ground, conveying his meaning clearly.

  Good grief... The stakes are really high... Chan Ho-nam also instantly understood and couldn't help but exclaim.

  If one person is to do this job, the weekend time will definitely be gone. Let alone playing football, even sleeping time has to be rushed in the early morning? You little brat, want to play tricks on me? This time I'll outsmart you.

  "Let's bet on it!" Chen Haonan smiled calmly, his smile full of confidence.

  "What's wrong with him?! Doesn't he know that Kort's shooting is the strongest in our team?"

  "Uh-huh, so this little kid's name is Curtis Cotter. Chen Haonan silently memorized the name of this challenger in his heart."

  "Looking for death..."

  "I thought he was still the same person as before..."

  "This way we don't have to weed over the weekend, haha, he's done it all by himself..."

  Scoffs and jeers are rising one after another, just waiting to see a joke.

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