Tell you what, come to Italy and we’ll talk about ourselves face to face, and then you can take your son to show me his level, Chang Sheng said.
Are you really taking him to Europe? It’s Ji Leng’s turn to be surprised. He always wins, that is to say, it was just a joke.
What I asked him the other day and what I often told him are all said casually by Ji Leng to trick Chang Sheng just to amuse him.
But listening to the evervictorious tone, he turned out to be serious!
Why not? If he is really talented, don’t worry that you won’t let your family spend a penny. I still have such a little effort, Chang Sheng said. If you are talented, we will discuss it carefully. If you are not talented, then take him to Rome for a tour. Your son’s expenses can be given by the club to try out … You can still catch up with AC Milan now … Oh, you can’t, but you can watch a Champions League match with Lyon here.
Chapter one hundred and fiftyone Dream big star Ji Ming
Changsheng finally told Ji Leng to bring his children to Europe.
Of course, it’s true that the cold season is not a constant victory, but the cold season itself.
Perhaps deep down in his heart, he really has some longing for letting his son play football.
When this decision was opposed by his wife, Ji Leng spared no effort to try his best to coax and deceive his wife.
If Ji Leng hadn’t been firm in his heart, maybe he would have been told by his wife in turn.
Go to ask his son Ji Ming again in the last cold season.
When he pushed open the door, he knew in his heart that this question would be answered without asking him.
The wall of his son’s small room is covered with posters of all kinds of stars, and there is a Messi doll on the table, and a badly worn football and a pair of sneakers are thrown in the corner of the villain’s room. How many pairs of sneakers have you bought for him?
Ji Leng can’t remember himself.
Anyway, ever since Chang Sheng came to his home and gave his son a football, he has liked football … both the class team and the school team are the main players …
Maybe Chang Sheng said that there is some truth, but it is not necessarily true that he really has a talent for playing football.
Mingming, do you want to play in Italy? The son looks very serious at his desk.
Season cold went up behind him and asked this sentence.
Then I saw my body shaking, my hands turning quickly, and then I turned my face to say, Ah, Dad … Dad … What’s the matter?
Season cold turned supercilious look in my heart. This little girl didn’t write …
He doesn’t want to pursue what he is doing now.
Either reading comics or something.
Let me ask you, do you want to play in Italy?
It’s so cold in the season that I repeat my question again.
After listening to this, my eyes widened.
You didn’t lie to my father? Can I go?
Ji Leng nodded. I have a friend who said he could arrange a …
Is it Uncle Chang?
Well, it’s up to you that your mother didn’t complain …
Before he finished his words, he saw his son coming and screamed, Of course I do! I want to go! I want to play football with Uncle Chang!
Holding Ji Leng in his arms, he saw that his desk industry had lost its suppression and automatically bounced off to reveal a blank sheet of paper inside.
Not football cartoons, but graffiti
A little man and a football.
There is a sentence written on the crooked face.
Big star Ji Ming!