Zheng Yi arrived at the TV station on time and when he entered the first floor lobby, he was really shocked by the scene in front of him.

The hall of less than 400 square meters was squeezed out by six or seven hundred people. People were next to each other, rubbing shoulders against shoulders, like canned sardines. This is not the scene of the reality show audition, it is a ticket hall during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Zheng Yi was shocked after watching it, and also sighed in his heart: It is worthy of being the world's number one sport! No matter how bad the Chinese team performs, it cannot stop ordinary people from loving football.

However, so many people come to participate, it is not a good thing for Zheng Yi. The more people participate, the more competitors he has. Who can guarantee that there are no good players among this group of people? The Chinese people have always been a place where the tigers and the dragons are hidden.

But no matter how worried he was, Zheng Yi stepped into the hall. Before coming to the TV station, Zheng Yi had already opened the professional player experience card. He didn't believe that he was a "professional player" and he still couldn't get the appreciation of the judges.

"Hard-working! Borrowing! Borrowing! Borrowing!"

Zheng Yi shouted while squirming among the crowd. His destination was the number picking platform fifty meters away.

Zheng Yi was in a mess before halfway through the itinerary. His carefully maintained clothes were in chaos, like a refugee who fled to famine. However, Zheng Yi didn't care about sorting out the matter, and getting a number was the most important thing.

After unremitting efforts, he was about to approach the number picking platform. Suddenly there was a commotion behind him, and a brute force surged towards Zheng Yi's back. Zheng Yi was not prepared enough and rushed forward.

Before Zheng Yi could find out the situation, he heard a sharp duckling screaming: "It's going to die! Who is not eye-catching? What are you squeezing? Can you afford to compensate me if you squeeze it out?"

Zheng Yigang stabilized his body and held the man with one hand while quickly apologizing: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"

However, Zheng Yi's actions with kindness were like a leper to the person, and he couldn't avoid it and screamed in surprise: "Take it away! Take it away!"

Zheng Yi hurriedly pulled his hand back and looked at it again. There were three people in front of him, both fat and thin. Two older men, with uniform short hair, a circle of treated beards, and a rough look. However, the two men had a "mother" smell on their bodies, especially the man who was calling was pinching orchid fingers. Standing among the two was a young man, with long and thin hair and slanted bangs covering half of his face. Unlike the two women next to him, the young man exuded a feminine feeling that only women could have. Judging from the three men's posture, they should have accompanied the young man to the talent show.

"So still see?! Believe it or not, I will pick your eyes off!" Zheng Yi's attention attracted the dissatisfaction of the duck's voice.

Zheng Yi apologized again, but the young man opposite him was looking at him with a condescending gaze.

Just glanced at his wrinkled denim top, his face full of sweat stains and his stubborn stubble chin, and a disgust suddenly surged on his face. He turned his head to the side and ignored it.

Zheng Yi said in a silence: "It's really big in the forest. If this group of people can be chosen, Chinese football will be completely helpless!"

Ignore the behind-the-scenes footage, get the number plate, and complete the procedures. Zheng Yi is waiting to call the number. Although there are six or seven hundred people in the hall, after the program starts recording, the people coming and going quickly. Every time they go in and out, they call Zheng Yi in and out in just one hour.

Under the guidance of the staff, Zheng Yi came to the backstage of Studio No. 1. Zheng Yi was lucky. This was the first day of auditions. If the organizer did not deceive the audience, there should be a big name on the judges - the former Asian No. 1 striker Hao Dong!

Zheng Yi was so excited that he could see the legendary national team scorer immediately. If he could get his appreciation, it would not be easy to enter a professional team.

There were nine other people in the same group with Zheng Yi, and the three people who had a little upset had been among them, and Zheng Yizi pretended not to see it.

"Come on! Come on!"

Before the last round of contestants finished performing, the backstage director began to prepare for the new round of contestants. One of the director's assistants wearing dark green sun hats called Zheng Yi and others together to explain the matter, but the three of them did not come.

"Your group performs a ball-shaking. After you two come on stage, you read according to the content in this book. No matter whether you can get more than thirty balls! If you don't have a book, just briefly introduce yourself after you go on stage. You should also get more than thirty balls! In addition..."

The assistant gathered the people together, handed the two workbooks to two of them, and briefly said some precautions. What Zheng Yi couldn't understand was why he could not get more than thirty balls. Since it was a draft, it was based on his real skills. Otherwise, what would be called a draft? No matter what, Zheng Yi would not listen to this broken assistant.

After the explanation, the assistant ran to the three of them happily and explained what they were alone. His expression was completely different from what they were here.

Zheng Yi's head, the two people who got the notebook after his assistant left, began to recite it, and the content they recited also made Zheng Yi speechless.

The love reality show is really a show, and the identity background is fake. The so-called tragic encounters and dreams are all fabricated to attract attention. The water of variety shows is not as deep as possible.

After about ten more, Zheng Yi and his group began to perform on stage, and Zheng Yi was placed at the bottom of the penultimate, behind the feminine man.

The contestants who performed on stage were very obedient and did exactly what the assistant said. The two people who got the notebook successfully advanced to the next round, and the others were eliminated.

The feminine man soon came on stage. The feminine man began his sincere "performance" amid the warm applause. A touching self-introduction made the judges cry.

Zheng Yi, who was in the backstage, heard a sneer, and he would really smear the children in the mountains! He could really smear the TV station! He was extremely ugly! If it weren't for seeing Hao Dong, Zheng Yi wouldn't want to stay in this dirty place for a second.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the scene was almost set off, the feminine man started to perform a ball bump. Not to mention that this person's basic skills were quite solid, he completed more than 40 ball bumps with his instep, thighs and forehead, and was approved by the judges' seat.

But Zheng Yi's evaluation of him is "embroidered pillows". He dares to say that he is professional in only about forty years! You are afraid that you have never seen how professional players make the balls!

When the feminine man left the field, Zheng Yi raised his head and walked into the front desk, took the microphone and faced the audience and the judges' seats, and said: "Hello everyone! Hello, judges, my name is Zheng Yi, a newly graduated college student! I came to participate in the "Challenge of the King of Football" program today to get the opportunity to try out for a professional team! Because I love football! I want to engage in it! Treat it as a goal for my lifelong struggle!"

Zheng Yi thought he was still sincere, but did not attract the applause he imagined. Not only that, many people in the audience covered their mouths and laughed, as if they were watching a mountain cannon. Zheng Yi couldn't help but wonder, isn't his dream worth encouraging? It's ridiculous?

The dream is fine. The problem is that Zheng Yi is now very sloppy in order to get the account. In addition, his facial expression is very dull when he is serious, which makes people easily distracted.

The audience's reaction was normal, but not everyone was like this. Hao Dong on the judges' seat threw praise on Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed and wanted to say something, but was urged by the live director to start the performance. Zheng Yi had to put down the microphone, take the ball and stand in the middle of the stage.

"Huh! Zheng Yi, you can do it!" Zheng Yi let out a long sigh, cheered himself up secretly, and then threw the ball into the air.

When the ball fell, Zheng Yi was about to reach out to take it. However, because he was too nervous, Zheng Yi failed to eat the right part, and the ball jumped to Zheng Yi's face against his calf.

Zheng Yi shrank back with his distorted expression and avoided the ball. Although he avoided the embarrassment of being "disfigured" by the ball, his instantly frozen distorted expression, exaggerated dodging actions, and messy images attracted laughter at the scene.

Many people were sure that this mountain cannon would not bump the ball at all. Just as everyone thought that Zheng Yi's performance was over, the ball did not land! Instead, it bounced up!

It turned out that while Zheng Yi leaned back and stretched the distance, he leaned forward and pushed the ball with his forehead. This is a technical movement that reflects his comprehensive ability, including muscle reactions, nerve reactions and movement application. It can be said that he can save it very well.

The ball flew into the air, and Zheng Yi used less than two seconds to adjust his posture and position. When the ball fell again, he steadily caught the ball in his right foot and pushed it up again. After two rounds and turns, the ball was firmly controlled by Zheng Yi at the height of the ball in the instep.

Gradually Zheng Yi entered the state of good fortune, and the ball seemed to be alive, constantly jumping back and forth between Zheng Yi's legs, performing a gorgeous dance posture.

Zheng Yi was dissatisfied with this. After slamming his left and right feet for more than a dozen times, the ball flew into the air again. Zheng Yi clamped the ball with the back of his neck like a juggling, pausing for a second, the ball magically came to his forehead. The whole process was flowing, which made the audience amazed.

However, this is not the essence of Zheng Yi's personal show. After that, Zheng Yi continued to play several fancy moves, and the difficulty coefficient rose sharply! Before he knew it, his number of balls had reached fifty!

The audience was so happy, but the feminine man and the director on the scene were so angry! This guy didn't follow the script! It was really hateful!

Don’t you like to be fucked? Then change to a more spacious place! Go out! Zheng Yi was still in a hurry, but was forcibly interrupted by the staff and kicked out of the studio.

"Why don't you let me get fucked? Why do you drive me out!"

"Why? Don't you look at your own virtue? You still want to be a star? You still want to be a professional player? You can pee and look in the mirror! Fool!"

"Hey! Hey? Damn!"

Zheng Yi was swept out again, but this time Zheng Yi completely lost his previous freedom and freedom. He said that if he doesn't leave his master here, he will have his own way to stay. All he has only anger. Does he deserve to be mediocre without identity and background? Zheng Yi is unwilling to give up, but he has no choice...

...

The breeze blew by, and the anger gradually faded away. Sitting on the steps outside the TV station, Zheng Yi held his knees and looked at the starry sky and the brightly lit city. Even though there were countless sparks, none of them lit up for him.

The draft failed, the experience card was used, where is the road...?

"Little brother! What are you sitting?"

"Axing! Stop making trouble, I'm very annoyed now!"

"A Xing? Do you think I look like a comedy master?"

Zheng Yi listened to the wrong sound, looked up, and Hao Dong bowed and looked at him with a smile.

"Hao...Hao...Mr. Hao!! No...No...Why are you here?"

I can't help but stutter when I see my idol, and it's an unexpected surprise.

"Haha..." Hao Dong smiled and said, "Little brother, I ask you, do you really like football and are willing to fight for it for life?"

"Of course! I dreamed!" Zheng Yi replied.

"Okay! Go here! Variety shows cannot realize your dream!" Hao Dong handed over two business cards.

"Peng Guowei... Assistant coach and team leader of Guangzhou Hengqi Football Club!!"

"Mr. Hao..."

Zheng Yi took a brief look at the business card, and the words on it made him feel excited. When he looked up again, Hao Dong had already walked away.

A sentence came from the long back.

"I wish your dreams come true!"...

...

(End of this chapter)
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