Chapter 54: Nine Five Two Seven

“One, two, three, start.”

"Hello everyone, I am the No. 13 contestant. My name is Chen Jian, 19 years old, from the Chengdu competition area of ​​Sichuan. "A dark-skinned boy stood in front of the camera, grinned and introduced himself, revealing his eye-catching white teeth. Speaking of this, he habitually turned his head and looked around. Someone was making gestures to him.

"Scream a slogan and pose!" This is what the lip of the person next to him means.

The boy who called himself "Chen Jian" turned back and thought for a while, and a brief silence fell into the camera's monitor.

"I want to play professional football, I hope everyone can... like me." He laughed. He originally wanted to say "I hope everyone can vote for me", but soon he thought that there was no audience vote in this talent show, and it would be useless even if the audience supports him, so he had to change his words temporarily. So, thinking about this, he was happy.

"Okay!" The camera put down the camera holding the shoulders and muttered, "Luckily it's not live broadcast..."

"Next!" The man who was gesturing Chen Jian just now waved to another young man waiting next to him and signaled him to come up and introduce himself.

Before Chen Jian left the camera, he returned to a group of teenagers of similar age.

This is the final training camp of the "Football Boy" talent show event jointly organized by Hunan TV and many domestic and foreign media and enterprises.

The auditions in six competition areas across the country have ended, and fourteen lucky ones were selected from six competition areas. Now they are concentrated in Changsha, the capital of Hunan Province, participating in a three-and-a-half-month training, conducting various assessments and competitions, and eliminating them one after another. The three judges will finally determine the three contestants who entered the finals. The three judges will then score the three contestants on a live TV program based on all their performances in the past three and a half months. The top two contestants can receive a one-year trial trial at the top English team. For these Chinese teenagers who like football and look forward to professional football, this is a dream-free thing, which makes them very excited than directly rewarding one million.

Chen Jian is one of them. Watching him standing in front of the camera and introducing himself with a smile, how many viewers who watch TV in the future know the story behind this smile?

This 19-year-old boy who spoke a little Sichuan Mandarin first participated in the auditions in the Beijing competition area because he was at the judicial police school in Tianjin at that time, and Beijing and Tianjin were close to the ground. But he was eliminated. There was no dirty insider or behind-the-scenes transaction. The reason for being eliminated was very simple - he was not strong enough.

Among the 10,000 people participating in the auditions in the Beijing competition area, his strength is...not to mention the top, even the top 100 may not be able to enter.

The teenagers who came to participate in the audition this time were able to enter the final top 100 and then face the British coaches’ personal assessment. Most of the people who have been professionally trained, either from a certain sports school, or from the third team of a professional football club. Chen Jian has not received even a day of professional training. He is a top player in his hobby because of his interests and hobbies. From childhood to adulthood, he has been the main players of the school team of his school. Including at the Tianjin Judicial Police School, he also represented this university in the main players of the National College Football League. This is also the reason why he has the confidence and motivation to participate in this talent show.

However, compared with those of his peers who had received professional training, his "pocket friends" who became monks halfway through were really not good enough. After barely entering the top 100, he was knocked down by the British coach.

After ordinary people are eliminated, they will be depressed and go home dejectedly. Chen Jian is not an ordinary person. He was only depressed for one night. He heard that those who were eliminated in this competition area can freely choose to participate in the selection of other competition areas. He rekindled hope - he felt that it was not that he was not strong enough, but that he was not lucky. In the next competition area, he would definitely be able to play his strongest level, which would make the British coaches look at him with admiration.

So. The next day he called the counselor and asked for leave, packed his luggage and transferred from Beijing to Wuhan alone.

This time, he stopped in the top 50 - he couldn't make it to the top 50 for the first time. But what's the use? He was still eliminated.

Chen Jian refused to give in and was unwilling to give in. He continued to ask for leave and ran to Changsha to participate in the auditions in the Changsha competition area. The top 30.

Since the Changsha competition area is the site of the organizer, there are some preferential policies. There are only two players in other competition areas that can enter the finals training camp. Changsha is allowed to have four. Compared with other competition areas, the two additional places may make some people get what they want. But if you can't even enter this competition area, the last Chengdu competition area will be basically out of reach...

Chen Jian still failed the assessment. Have you given up?

No. This time Chen Jian simply stopped taking leave and skipped class and took the train to Chengdu.

Anyway, it's the last chance, so I'll try again. It's okay if I can't do it, I'll be able to study with peace of mind, go out to work as a policeman, work to support my family, find a reasonable girl to start a family, and love football... At least I can play football in my spare time and watch football games.

Good things go a long way. Chen Jian didn't buy a ticket for the right day. The train he bought arrived in Chengdu was just the afternoon of the audition. He didn't even have time to rest and was going to participate in the selection.

What's worse is that the continuous running and mental stress made him get fever, and he had diarrhea after eating unhygienic food on the train.

When the train arrived in Chengdu, he was dizzy and weak when he got off the train, and he didn't know how he arrived at the selection site - Sichuan Sports Center.

Anyway, when he arrived outside the stadium and saw the crowded auditions, he was dizzy.

After signing up for the number, he found a cool place to sit down and rest. It was 2:30 pm at that time, and he didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Although he was hungry, he had no appetite to eat. The fever had not subsided, his limbs were sore and weak, dizzy, and chills all over his body...

There is no more unlucky contestant than him.

Most people who encounter such a situation must go to a hospital for an injection, get the disease and go back? Anyway - it is not my wish to encounter such a bad situation. It seems that God doesn't want me to pass. Why do I have to work so hard?

Basically, many people think so.

But Chen Jian is not an ordinary person. He has a stubborn temper and is rude. He is unwilling to lose here, and at least he has to finish this last chance...

He leaned against the concrete platform of the flower bed, and the competitors around him were either eating a simple lunch to replenish their energy or doing warm-up exercises. He was familiar with the ball nature. He was the only one who leaned lazily here and did nothing. It was not that he didn't want to warm up, but he didn't have the strength to warm up. He could only restore his energy in this way and save his strength until the most critical time.

He just sat there until he heard the trumpet of the square shouting that the number was between 9500 and 9550 entered the venue, and then he stood up on the platform and staggered into the crowd.

Later, he didn't know how he persisted, nor did he know how he passed the level after level assessment. He only knew that when the sky became dim, the bustling crowds outside dispersed, and only garbage was thrown away. The buzzing noise never sounded in his mind anymore. Standing in the green grass court, except for five coaches and three TV station photographers and reporters, there were only ten peers wearing training vests.

And he, Chen Jian., stood among these ten people.

Chengdu Division, top ten. This is the best result he has participated in in the four divisions.

Among the five coaches, that is, the judge, there is a familiar face Chen Jian - the British coach who was eliminated from the Beijing competition area. Later, he met this person twice in the Wuhan competition area and the Changsha competition area. Until now, Chen Jian has not remembered the name of this person. It is useless to know anyway. Passing the assessment depends on his own strength, not to make friends with the judge.

He glanced a few more times. He withdrew his gaze, stood in the queue, waiting for the next assessment. Although he couldn't stand there for a day, he was gritting his teeth and insisting in secret - smiling on the surface, looking confident, and clenched his teeth behind his pursed lips.

Kenny Sansem, the presiding judge, glanced at the ten lucky people standing in front of him, and found a familiar face - the smiling No. 9527, with dark skin and strong body. If I had only seen it once in the Beijing competition area, Sansem could not remember such a boy, but he saw this black smiling face four times: Beijing, Wuhan, Changsha, and Chengdu.

This smile impressed him.    He saw that the kid was now holding on.

The Chinese coach next to him was watching him. He nodded to these colleagues who cooperated with his work.

The local coach from Chengdu stood up and said to the ten lucky guys: "Being able to enter the top ten in the Chengdu competition zone shows your strength. I know that many of the contestants who came here to participate are not locals in Chengdu or Sichuan. Some of them even came here for the last try because they were eliminated in other competition zones. So I can say that the Chengdu competition zone is the strongest, most fierce and cruelest among the six competition zones in the country!"

He raised his voice and the ten teenagers in front of him applauded very well.

"So, being able to enter the top ten is enough to show how strong your strength is. However, according to the rules, only the last two players in this competition area can advance to the finals training camp, so that... eight of you must be eliminated. But no matter whether you win in the end, don't give up your love for football." The local club in Chengdu was a bit eloquent to cooperate with the workplace coach, which made everyone excited.

"Now..." He looked back at the English coach and other colleagues behind him, and turned back to continue, "There is no final test."

As soon as these words were said, there were surprise on the faces of ten people - originally these people thought that in the end, there must be the cruelest and most stringent assessment waiting for them, and they must take a level of 200% to pass. Unexpectedly...

"At the end, there is no assessment or test. In the end, the two places will be comprehensively scored based on the performance of ten of you in the entire selection process. The two with the highest scores will receive a plane ticket to Changsha." He raised his hand, and at some point he had two more envelopes.

Everyone knows what is in it - it is not a plane ticket to Changsha, but a ticket to Dreamland.

After saying this, he stopped talking and just stood aside. The British Kenny Sansem stood up. His work was simple, but it attracted the most attention - he only needed to read out the numbers posted on the chest and behind the two winners. The one who really declared his destiny.

Sansem looked at the ten Chinese teenagers in front of him. After staying in China for several months, he followed up with various selection matches in various competition areas and contacted all kinds of people, from officials and media people of the Chinese Football Association to ordinary fans and these young players, he already clearly realized that football is different in China and in the UK. But there is another thing that is the same: passion and love for football.

In an interview with a British bbc TV reporter, he once said that due to factors such as considering the poor performance of the Chinese national men's football team in the Asian Cup, as well as being eliminated from the South African World Cup qualifiers early, Chinese football continued to be sluggish, etc., he originally thought that this event might not have received as good response as expected. Unexpectedly... the auditions in the six divisions were crowded every time. Not to mention the media's attention, now I don't know how high the ratings will be in the future. At least, seeing so many dreams and slightly tender faces appearing in front of him, he thought... what to say? It's incredible. It's really hard to understand that there are so many young men in this country who love football. Why is the football level so low...

"Children, among you... only two can advance, I wish you good luck." He said nonsense in English before reporting those two numbers, "3084.  "

The young man standing on Chen Jian's right raised his arms and screamed. Everyone turned their heads to look at him. The number on his chest was exactly "3084".

Someone congratulated him, but more people were looking forward to it in a worry - there is still the last place, who will be spent?

For the remaining nine people, the cruelest moment has arrived. This is the last chance. Unlike the previous five divisions, if they are eliminated, they can still switch to the next division and continue to win. If they are eliminated here... there will be no "next time".

Although Hunan TV said during its promotion that there might be a second season, it depends on the impact and benefits of the first season in China. Who can tell this thing correctly?

Chen Jian was still keeping smiling, he didn't want others to be nervous when he saw him.

Sansem saw the cheering boy, and a smile appeared on his face. He waved his hand to signal the lucky one to come out and stand aside. His excitement was too out of place with the tension of the other nine people.

“and…9527.  ”

The lucky man "9527" fell down. It was not because of excitement, but... it was... too tired. Chen Jian, who hadn't eaten for a day, had a high fever, was dizzy and trembling, could no longer hold on and fainted after hearing the results announced.

Chen Jian had a dream, which was very short, but very wonderful. He dreamed that Sister Qiuxiang, who was as beautiful as a fairy, was holding him with concern. He called out anxiously to his place name-

"9527? What's wrong with you?"

"9527? Wake up!"

"Pinch the Renzhong. Pinch the Renzhong! Quick!"

"9527...Chen Jian, Chen Jian... wake up. Wake up!"

He was woken up by someone. After the hazyness, he saw clearly that there was no sister Qiuxiang who looked like a fairy? She only had a ghost face. Then she turned around and saw more concerned faces around her.

"You're awake." The ghost guy showed a relieved smile on his face.

Chen Jian didn't understand, and he turned his head and looked at the people around him in confusion.

"We just announced the result of your promotion and you fainted." The coach of Chengdu squatted down and said, and Chen Jian found himself lying on the ground. There were nine other peers next to him, and they were also caring about themselves.

"Your forehead is very hot, are you having a fever?" The British asked quickly, and found that Chen Jian was confused. Then he remembered to ask the local people next to him to translate for him.

After understanding the translation, Chen Jian nodded: "I had a fever when I came by the train, and I had a stomachache and had diarrhea. I was worried that something happened during the test today, so I didn't eat a day."

When Sansem heard the translator's answer to the translation, he was moved.

Not to mention this British coach, even the Chinese coaches and his competitors who only knew about the information were surprised. It turned out that this person was competing with them under such physical conditions and became the winner.

"Hey, buddy." A young man came next to him, and he was also coming from other competition areas with a Beijing-style accent. "I'm convinced." He patted Chen Jian on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "You are so awesome!"

Chen Jian has an impression of this person, because he is an eliminated person from the Beijing competition zone. However, this person entered the top ten in the Beijing competition zone and was finally eliminated. He had received training in the youth team of Beijing Guoan Club and was considered a professional background. He has always regarded himself as a high-profile person and felt that being eliminated was a matter of luck, not a matter of strength, so he ran to Chengdu to prove himself again. Unexpectedly, he lost to Chen Jian this time.

He was a little unwilling to accept it: Why would a professional lose to amateur voters? Now he is convinced and convinced. Because he believes that he can't even pass the primary election under such a physical condition.

In fact, this is a good idea. More people probably won’t participate in the selection and give up before the competition because they have a reason that no one can point fingers - they are in poor health and are not in a state.

Sansem laughed: "Okay, boy. Now you can go and have a good meal, take a hot bath, and then have a nap. When you wake up the next day, you will feel uncomfortable. Of course, don't forget to take medicine." He stretched out his hand and congratulated Chen Jian.

"Congratulations, 9527, Chen Jian."
Chapter completed!