"Hello coach!" said the young people in unison, and it was obvious that the French were still very good at polite training.

Then you will run away after hitting someone yourself. It seems that it is not very polite.

Anelka pulled Ling Feng to the coach and said excitedly: "Coach, he was the kid who kicked you yesterday, we have already caught you!"

Ling Feng almost fell to the ground again. It turns out that you, Anelka, sold yourself so quickly!

The coach took a photo of Anelka and smiled and said to Ling Feng: "Young man, are you Asian? What's your name?"

"He is Chinese, his name is Feng Ling, we call him Ling!" Anelka quickly said in front of Ling Feng.

"China? Heaven, that mysterious and beautiful country?" The romantic feelings of the French are born with, and you can sigh at any time, "Ling, hello, first of all, you have to apologize to me for what happened yesterday. This is what a gentleman should do."

"I'm very sorry!" Ling Feng bowed, "I didn't do it on purpose yesterday."

"You are fluent in French, but remember that gentlemen will not make excuses for their mistakes."

Ling Feng had the urge to shout "I'm a hooligan". Facing this gentlemanly coach, he really felt that communication was difficult.

"You brought me so much surprise yesterday. The one who passed two of you just now was also very beautiful. Are you interested in joining Saint-Germain? You will have the opportunity to become the best player in the world."

"Thank you, coach, I came to Paris from China to join Saint-Germain."

"Oh? Thank God!" Peter shouted: "It must be God's arrangement. God has given you such a good player as a devout believer. God is omnipotent!"

Ling Feng was scolding in his heart, "I don't believe in God, I am an atheist, and I want to believe in the Bodhisattva, but I still have a smile on the surface."

"But to join Saint-Germain, you must first go through a physical examination and trial. I believe your strength can be easily passed. Child, come on, I will take you to the club now."

"I want to go too!" Anelka was the first to shout, and then all the young players started shouting.

"Okay OK, gentlemen," Peter smiled helplessly: "Then let's go and have a break this morning."

"Yeah!" Everyone burst into cheers. Everyone was a child, they were very curious, and they all wanted to see Ling Feng's true strength.

The group came to Princes Park Stadium. Under Peter's leadership, the guard quickly let it go. The renovation was an excuse for the outside world. It was just to repair some of the stands and the venue was still available.

Finally, I saw Prince Park Stadium again. This stadium located in a huge green garden has a very beautiful appearance, and the internal construction is also very luxurious.

This is the second time Ling Feng has come to the main stadium of Saint-Germain. The first time was in his previous life. At that time, he came to Saint-Germain for a trial, and everything was passed. Unfortunately, the club's senior management did not make any negotiations...

After entering the stadium, the young players ran to the luxurious artificial turf and played excitedly, while Peter took Ling Feng to the team doctor for a physical examination. This is a routine procedure and there is nothing good to look at. As long as you know the results, it's enough.

When they arrived at the medical room, Peter knocked on the door gently, and a white-haired old team doctor was greeted by an old team doctor. After the two hugged him, the old team doctor smiled and said, "Peter, are you bringing another child to test this time? God testified that the guy named Nicholas was in great health last time!"

Peter smiled and said, "Ivan, my old friend, the people I brought this time will definitely surprise you. He is Chinese."

"China?" The old team doctor Ivan opened his eyes wide. "This is the first time I have a physical examination for an Asian. Is it this young man? Let's take a look."

Ivan pinched Ling Feng's arm and said with a smile: "It's a great body, but you still need to do a complete examination to ensure that you don't have any hidden dangers. Haha, I'm kidding, how can you get sick if your body is so good?"

Ling Feng sat on the chair and took the form handed over by Ivan, "Fill in your name first, and then I'll take you to the physical examination. Dear, relax."

When Old Ivan took the form back from Ling Feng's hand, his expression was not so relaxed. "God? Are you not lying, are you only 12 years old? My God, I thought you were at least 14 years old. God is omnipotent. Look at how strong your body is! Come on, let's measure your height and weight first."

"I'm sorry," Ling Feng interrupted Old Ivan's excitement, "I want to remove the things on my legs first, otherwise it will be very heavy."

With the two of them stunned expressions, Ling Feng took off the twenty-kilogram lead blocks tied to his legs and jumped: "It's really easy, what's wrong with you?"

Peter and Old Ivan trembled and picked up Ling Feng's leggings and put them in their hands to try the weight. Poor Old Ivan almost couldn't breathe by the 20 kilograms of things.

Peter asked in surprise: "Ling, have you always played football with this?"

"No," Ling Feng replied with a smile: "I don't wear it during the competition, I only wear it during training."

"God! Then you have been training with such heavy things this morning? How heavy is this thing?"

"Mr. 20 kilograms," Ling Feng was very satisfied with the expressions of the two: "I plan to add 10 kilograms after my birthday."

"God!" Peter shouted, and Old Ivan..., no longer responded, "Ling, let's not conduct those damn checks now. Can you go outside with me? I want to test your speed of 100 and 5000 meters. Is it OK? You have to use all your strength."

"I promise." Ling Feng smiled.

When he arrived at the stadium outside, Peter stood at the 100-meter finish with a stopwatch, and Old Ivan leaned against him. On this side, Ling Feng did a few warm-up exercises and stood at the starting line. He did not use the half-squat starting posture, but bent down and pressed his hands in the air to the half-standing posture.

Anelka held his top as a flag in his hand, shouting, "READY?GO!"

Ling Feng didn't hear him say the "GO". He rushed out directly by judging the time difference. Peter and Old Ivan at the end changed their faces, and kept looking at Ling Feng who was rushing over and the stopwatch in his hand.

When Ling Feng crossed the finish line like a wolf or a tiger, the time on the stopwatch is displayed as 11 seconds 39.

Old Ivan couldn't stand any longer. He was not a human being, he was clearly a freak.

Peter was quite calm, at least he could speak. He hurriedly took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and said in a trembling voice: "Boss, please come to the stadium, oh, are you having something to do? A big deal? Oh, I understand. That's it. I discovered a genius, a real genius, a young Chinese man, do you believe it? His 100-meter speed actually reached 11.39 seconds, he was only 12 years old, and his skills were better than those of the adult team. I swear in the name of God, and I am now conducting a comprehensive test of him. Yes, yes, I know, I will keep him, goodbye."

Jean-Lucco hung up the phone, and a black man in a suit next to him asked, "Sir, you seem to be very excited."

Jean-Luco laughed and said: "Yes, the youth team coach Peter just called me and said he had discovered a genius with a speed of 11.39 in 100 meters. He is now undergoing a test at Prince Park Stadium. He is a 12-year-old Chinese boy and is said to have good skills."

"Really? China? I'm very curious, can I go and have a look?"

"Of course, you are our ace star now, let's go together, George."

Ling Feng didn't know that the club chairman was accompanying a big shot to see him. Now he was trying his best to test the five-kilometer long-distance running. Although the amount of exercise was nothing to him, he ran desperately under the sun while Anelka and the others were drinking ice water in the shade next to him.

Ling Feng had already maintained a very fast speed and ran for 2,000 meters. He felt that his speed could be increased, but there was no need. The sprint was done when the speed was last 200 meters. He didn't want to be carried down after finishing running.

Peter's eyes are getting wider and wider. This young man has perfect speed and amazing endurance. After a few years of training, he will definitely become a world-famous superstar. At least, he can win a league championship that he has not won for many years for the club.

At 15 minutes and 49 seconds, this is the answer submitted by Ling Feng 5,000 meters.

Anelka sat in the audience and said with a smile: "Coach, you don't know. Ling must have been lazy just now. If you ask him to run once, let a wolf dog follow him in the back, he will run more than this."

A group of people around him burst into laughter. Ling Feng calmly picked up a football with his left foot, and then volleyed his right foot. The football flew towards Anelka's black and bright head 30 meters away like a GPS-located missile. Anelka screamed and shrank his head under the chair. The ball barely rubbed his scalp and smashed it over.

"Ling, you are a monster!" Anelka complained while touching the scalp that was being rubbed.

"Hey, Mr. Chairman, did you see it? The ball just now! It was so beautiful!" The black man named George was accompanying Jean-Lucco to the stadium and happened to see the scene just now.

"It's pretty, but George, you can do better, right?" It's very useful to flatter the new general at this time.

"No, no, no," George said seriously: "The ball just now was just a random kick, but such a good sense of ball and such accurate shot, if it were me, it would be possible to concentrate, but it would never be possible to kick it out as casually as he did. Congratulations, Mr. Chairman, this Chinese teenager will definitely become a world-famous superstar, and no coach will let such a player go."

Jean-Luco was really moved by being able to get such a high evaluation of George in front of him. He knew the strength of the black man in front of him. Although his country was unknown in football history, he was definitely a world-class star, otherwise he would not have spent a lot of money to poach him from his arch-rival Monaco.

But he paid more attention to the China behind him. What a big market it is. He lowered his head and muttered to his secretary, and the secretary immediately walked towards Peter.

Peter was also shocked by Ling Feng's achievements and the superb "beating" technique just now. He suddenly realized that someone was standing beside him. When he looked back, he found that he was the boss's personal secretary. When he looked to the side, he found that the chairman was pointing at Ling Feng with a black man. And that black man, God! It turned out to be him! No wonder the chairman said he wanted to negotiate a big business.

The secretary whispered: "Mr. Chairman just said, "You must keep this Chinese teenager and give him the best treatment in the youth team. If you can't keep him, please pack your things and go home."

Peter sweated heavily and hurriedly promised, "I will, I will let him stay, I promise God."

Ling Feng was playing ball with Anelka and the group of children next to him, and he was not at all aware of running five thousand meters.

He and Anelka played "The Sun Still Set", which is a game that exercises the ball sense very much. Several people stood in a circle and kept the ball passing in the air and prevented the ball from falling. Of course, it was also quite difficult, so as they were playing, only Ling Feng and Anelka were left to pass the ball to each other in the air, and the other children looked at them with envy.

George said in surprise, and said to Jean-Luco with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to Mr. Chairman, the child who accompanied Ling Feng to play basketball is also a rare genius. I didn't expect that there were two talented players in the youth team of Saint-Germain. Five years later, Saint-Germain will become a team that shocks Europe."

Jean-Lucco smiled and said, "With your joining now, why do you need five years later?"

George's "Huh" sound just now attracted everyone's attention. Ling Feng kicked the ball on Anelka's butt. Looking back, he saw a middle-aged white man standing at the door with a black man in a suit watching them.

Ling Feng didn't know which onion Jean-Luco was, but when his eyes turned to the face of the black man next to him, he couldn't help but scream: "George Weather!"
Chapter completed!