But it doesn't matter, no one will expect that red vest can really catch the ball...

He quickly comforted himself.

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"It's too early to spread." Mauro, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

Damn it, it's too early to spread!

Godo held his head with both hands and cursed in his heart.

If the rumor is too early, it will be even more unreceived! Bastard, that kid did it on purpose!

The silver-white football flew above the dark green turf. Because it did not have to rub continuously with the turf, it was very fast. From the air, it looked like a silver light shining the green earth.

It's really hard to catch up with such a fast pass?

No...not right!

What's this?

"Huh?" Mauro exclaimed slightly.

Godot, who had originally held his head in his hands, also stopped pulling his hair, but stared blankly at the training ground.

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After the glorious bare feet fell to the ground, their toes tightly clamped against the surface of the turf, like an iron plow, and tightly grasped the surface of the turf. When his legs were swung backwards, their toes opened up again, and the turf caught by his toes was turned upside down with soil!

His legs were very fast. As the movement of his legs, the grass and soil were constantly flipped up, just like a tank moving forward at a high speed.

He must catch up with football!

Must pass the trial!

Be sure to make money in Brazil!

If I don’t do well, I won’t go back!

But...huh?

Where is football?

Rongguang suddenly found that he was just running away, but he didn't see football!

Where is football?

Rongguang ran and turned around. He saw the silver-white football passing by behind him and then disappeared into his vision...

He turned his head to look at the other side, and the football had just flew over the sideline.

Why...is it happening?

How could football be behind me?

He realized that he hadn't received the ball again and finally stopped.

He spread his hands and asked Godot from a distance: "Am I running too fast, Godot?" He said in a confused tone, and he was a little nervous about making a mistake.

But Godo did not answer him, nor did anyone else respond to him.

Suddenly, there was silence on the training ground and on the sidelines.

The training ball that was trampled under his feet was rolling aside at some point; the cards and pens signed by the favorite players fell to the ground after the training were over, stained with dust; the whistle that Valdema originally had his mouth fell out of his open mouth and hung to his chest, and no longer shook, obviously he had time to hang down...

Players from the youth team such as Lucas Sutton and Rico, dozens of fans watching the training, coach Vardema, the newly appointed youth training director Mauro, São Paulo football director Leco, and agent Godo... Everyone has one thing in common at this moment, that is, their expressions!

Their stunned expressions were like seeing a ghost!

"Uh...what's wrong with you?" The glory of the glory that had never seen this formation was shocked.

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Godot was the first to react because he had witnessed with his own eyes how fast the glory was when he was in China, otherwise he would not have been so confident in glory.

Of course, Rongguang did not receive the ball, but this test was not about letting Rongguang catch the ball, but about testing Rongguang's speed! Generally speaking, as long as the speed is fast enough, the back row can only be inserted into the ball, which makes sense. No one will use slow players to do this back row insertion.

Rongguang runs faster than football, which means his speed is very fast, which is enough!

He let out a wow, spread his arms and rushed towards glory. The fat on his waist swayed up and down with his running, and it seemed that the sound of fat swaying inside...

Then he hugged Rongguang: "Beautiful job, Rong! You really scared them! Because you were fucking scared me!"

He was so excited that he even sweared.

He held glory, as if a huge sponge had absorbed glory directly into it, glory was trapped in his fat flesh.

"I can't breathe, Godo... I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Glory struggled in vain in his arms.

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Seeing the funny looks of the two of them, the people around him reacted.

A burst of exclamations broke out among the fans outside the training ground.

"The speed...so fast!"

"It's like a gust of wind... no, it's a lightning bolt! Red lightning bolt!"

"What is his origin?"

"A red vest is actually a sprinter?"

"So fast! Even faster than Rico! I thought Rico was already the fastest person in the Sao Paulo youth team..."

On the training ground, the youth team players also reacted.

Lucas Sutton poked Rico next to him with his elbow, smiling very lewdly: "Who said it was impossible just now? This is natural turf, with soft soil. If you don't wear shoes, you will be very uncomfortable and will not be able to exert force..."

He mocked Rico in his tone of imitation.

Rico ignored Lucas who was playing tricks next to him and said in a helpless tone: "Although I don't want to admit it, he is really faster than me... Maybe he is faster than Kaka!"

After hearing Rico's words, the other teammates next to him retorted reflexively: "This is impossible!"

"Yes, how could it run faster than Kaka? Kaka is faster!"

"Riko, are you scared silly?"

"At least, his explosive power will definitely be faster than Kaka." Rico insisted on his own opinion.

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At the same time, on the side of the training ground, Lecco, who had just been scared, said even worse: "Hmph! I still didn't receive the ball! What's the use of saying so much? I think Sao Paulo doesn't need this..."

At this moment, Mauro interrupted him with a smile: "But didn't you say the test speed at the beginning? His speed is really amazing. He actually ran faster than the ball, haha! It's really interesting!"

Leco was surprised to see Mauro so happy: "You mean..."

"You might as well sign him to see how far he can grow, Mr. Silva." Mauro thought of Rongguang and knew what to do after only watching the training once. Another exaggerated voice of Gordo rang out in his mind. "He has a strong learning ability!"

The football manager of the Sao Paulo club nicknamed "Leco" and real name Carlos Augusto de Baros Silva opened his mouth in surprise and widened his eyes. He didn't expect that the youth training manager would be willing to sign that Chinese boy!

By the way, his expression appeared a lot today...

The new rookie, who was sixteen years old, four months and ten days, became a member of the Brazilian giant Sao Paulo youth team.
Chapter completed!