Anelka and others accompanied Ling Feng back to the hostel to take out their luggage, and secretly dug out the lottery ticket under the floor when no one noticed it, and the group rushed to the players' dormitory.

To be honest, the environment in this dormitory is pretty good, surrounded by quiet green spaces, the air is very good, and it is also the singing of birds and fragrance of flowers.

If you have to say that the only shortcomings are the inside of the dormitory...

Is this still a place to live? The room is full of clothes and socks. When he pushed the door, Ling Feng was almost shocked by the stinky smell coming from his face...

Looking at Anelka's innocent eyes, Ling Feng gritted his teeth to help him clean the house. What's abominable is that Anelka was chewing bananas while gloating: "I said Ling, there is no need for a man's house to clean up so clean, and it was dirty again in a few days."

Ling Feng hooked a sock on the ground that had been broken several holes with his feet. The socks fell on the banana that Anelka was biting, but he happened to bite it at this time...

A howling like a pig resounded throughout the Princes Park Stadium, shocking a group of birds resting.

Ignoring Anelka, who was whining, Ling Feng went to the telephone room at the door to call Uncle Wang and his "guardian" for a long distance, telling them that everything went smoothly here and passed the club interview smoothly, so that they didn't worry, and then they would get old again. It was not until Ling Feng couldn't stand their nagging that he broke the line on the grounds that the phone bill was expensive.

Ling Feng picked up the phone again and wanted to dial Han Jing's mother, but after the phone rang twice, he heard Han Jing's voice: "Hey, hello."

Ling Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that it was Han Jing's call. He didn't want to have any contact with Han Jing anymore, so he hung up cruelly.

On the other end of the phone, Han Jing was stunned with the hanging-up phone. She guessed that it was Ling Feng's call, and the woman's sixth sense was always amazing.

Han Jing's mother asked, "Jingjing, who called?"

Han Jing forced a smile: "I don't know, maybe I made a mistake."

No one knows a girl than her mother. Han’s mother looked at Han Jing’s bitter smile, sighed, and walked back to her room.

Ling Feng made up his mind to think of Han Jing. Amid the cheers of Anelka and others, he paid for them to have dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant is a Sichuan man in his forties. When he learned that Ling Feng had successfully signed with the Saint-Germain Club, he was overjoyed and must invite this meal, which made the few people who originally wanted to kill Ling Feng a meal uninterested. However, when the authentic Chinese cuisine came, several greedy cats almost got into the plate. They could not use chopsticks to process the plate of cut dishes with knife and fork, so they had to get started...

Enjoying a sumptuous meal, a group of future football elites returned to the dormitory with their full stomachs and talking and laughing, and they played, but tomorrow's training cannot be delayed. Peter looked very terrible when he was angry...

The next morning, Ling Feng got up at 5:30 and looked to the side. Anelka was not there. Thinking about him running to train at around 5:00 yesterday, Ling Feng thought to himself: "Nicholas is such a hardworking person. No wonder he has the top European strength. Now that he is here, he may consider himself to be his opponent."

Opponents sometimes bring motivation to themselves more than friends.

After washing, Ling Feng put on 20 kilograms of lead blocks and came to the stadium. Sure enough, he saw Anelka trying hard to practice the trick of throwing the oxtail.

"Nicholas, early!"

When he turned around, he saw that it was Ling Feng. Anelka smiled and said hello: "Ling, you got up quite early. I don't want to disturb you, so I didn't wake you up."

"When do you usually get up? You were there when I came yesterday."

"It's 4:30, sometimes it's late, but I always come to the stadium at 5:00. I haven't stopped for three years except for rain and holidays." Anelka was a little proud. Not everyone can do this hard training.

"Nicholas, you are really great!" Ling Feng exclaimed sincerely.

"Thank you, Ling, but you are better than me. I have regarded you as my target." Anelka said seriously.

"I welcome the challenge," Ling Feng smiled: "Let's train together. Remember to call me when you wake up in the future. Training for two people is faster than one person."

Ling Feng demonstrated to Anelka several times that he had swung his oxtail. Anelka nodded when he saw it. Ling Feng slowed down his movements, and he saw it clearly.

"This is the movement. Just be proficient. I have practiced this movement for three months before I can barely do it." Ling Feng said with a smile.

Anelka smiled, gave Ling Feng a thumbs up, and continued to practice by himself, and Ling Feng also began to practice with blindfolded balls.

Anelka's training method for Ling Feng is very strange. Ling Feng's explanation is: "This kind of exercise can enhance the body's perception of the ball."

Although Anelka wanted to learn from him, he was stubborn and had to solve this damn oxtail first. He still understood the truth that he could not become fat in one bite.

Half an hour later, other teammates also came to the stadium one after another, and everyone began to warm up and train.

At half past six, head coach Peter James came to the stadium with a bunch of people and small bags. The young players immediately stopped and stood together, because the coach rarely came so early...

Peter greeted everyone and got to the point: "Gentlemen, let me tell you a good news. From today on, your training volume will be increased, and..." Peter paused and asked the people behind him to open the package he brought. "You must learn from Ling, and wear a 5 kilogram load when running."

A wailing sound...

Peter put away his smile and said seriously: "Ling's weight-bearing training has brought great inspiration to the club, but considering that you are still developing, I don't add too much weight to you. You should know that your weight-bearing is only the weight-bearing that Ling was borne when she was seven years old."

After a pause, Peter continued: "There is plenty of physical strength that you can cost on the football field, so you must accept it. In addition, Mr. Chairman said that if you perform well, you can finish the training in advance and let you go to the European Cup."

Suddenly, the young players cheered, because the European Cup was around 6 pm, and this was the last period of the team's training. If you ran to watch it after the training, you would usually only have the second half left.

Peter smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Gentlemen, bring your equipment and start the physical training of ten thousand meters now!"

The wailing sounded again...

Anelka walked to Peter and asked Peter: "Coach, do you have 20 kilograms of leggings?"

Peter glanced at him and said with a smile: "Nicholas, I know you want to surpass Ling, but you have to know that Ling's weight-bearing practice has lasted for five years, and you are just starting out, so don't force it."

Ling Feng heard it and said with a smile: "There is a saying in China that pulling seedlings to help grow. Nicholas, you should gradually adapt to the weight, otherwise it will be harmful to your body or not."

Anelka nodded and turned around to get the equipment.

Peter secretly said to Ling Feng: "Ling, you really have you. Nicholas doesn't sell anyone's account. Now I only listen to you. Please help me exercise him well in the future."

Ling Feng nodded, remembering the later evaluations of Anelka, and everyone said that he was spoiled. If he knew that someone had always been better than him, this would not have happened.

After one day of training, the young players collapsed on the bed, constantly complaining about Ling Feng why he had to come up with such an abnormal training method. However, the person involved ran to the club's gym like a ok, and continued to practice his own strength. There is no such condition in China, and it would be a pity not to use it.

Anelka followed Ling Feng silently to do strength exercises. Ling Feng knew that he was stubborn and did not advise him. Maybe this would be better.

The club's training is always boring. In the morning, it mainly involves warm-up and skill training. In the afternoon, Peter will arrange some small-scale competition practices, but after the competition, everyone has to wear 5 kilograms of leggings for endurance training (Ling Feng is 20 kilograms), and at night it is rest time. Ling Feng's strength exercises are added by himself.

Of course, the youth team is not all practicing. Friendly matches with other club youth teams are common, but the most important game for the youth team is the French Youth League, also known as the U12 League.

The U12 League does not mean that you can only participate at the age of 12, but that players over 12 can participate. It is also relatively formal, but each club does not value it very much. For young people, training is the first priority, and the game is just to increase their on-site experience.

Moreover, the heavy training has caused players to lose their physical strength, so the club is lazy to take care of children and play with them. As long as you don’t get hurt or get double-digit, it’s basically okay. Not to mention anything else, the gap between 12 and 15 is much larger than that between 22 and 25 years old. The level is not the same level as what else is there?

However, some small clubs attach great importance to the U12 League, hoping to cultivate some potential players from it, get better results for their teams, or sell these players, so many teams who participate in the U12 League are players who are fourteen or five years old and are about to enter the first team.

Of course, it is still very important to promote fresh blood from the youth team.

For Ling Feng, the U12 League is also a useless trick. France's future ace star Anelka is now worse than his own strength, let alone other opponents.

In the first game, Saint-Germain played against Bordeaux youth team. Ling Feng played bored in the half. After easily scoring five goals, he threw down Anelka and returned to the bench to chat with Peter...

In the second game, Ling Feng didn't play at all and slept on the bench for 90 minutes...

Just like this, two weeks passed, and the long-awaited European Cup finally kicked off.
Chapter completed!