When Gao Zheng pulled his suitcase and stood in front of the gate of the "Yang Wenlong Football Training Class", he looked at the mottled signboard and was still a little dazed, as if he had been away for a long time, but in fact it was only half a year...

Gao Zheng, who was outside the door, heard the whistle coming from inside, and the old man's loud voice: "Pass! Go! Yes! That's it! Shoot! OK, next!"

Gao Zheng laughed, and when he heard the old man's mental voice, he felt relieved. The old man was in good health.

Then he dragged his suitcase in.

The wheels roll and rub against the rough cement pavement, making continuous noise.

The sound also attracted the attention of the children who were training on the court, and they diverted their attention and turned their attention off the court.

When Yang Wenlong saw the children so unseriously, he shouted in anger: "What are you doing? Are you training? Where can you look!"

He also looked outside the field, wanting to see which guy came to disturb him in teaching.

Then he was stunned.

He saw a young man dressed casually and tall, standing outside the court with his suitcase.

Gao Zheng took off his sunglasses, showed a bright sunny smile, and waved to his mentor: "Hi, old man, I'm back!"

The children on the court were stunned at first, and then exclaimed collectively: "Wow! It's Coach Gao!!"

Yang Wenlong sighed, knowing that the training class could not continue today, so he waved his hand: "Dissolve and disband, rest!"

The children cheered and ran towards Gao Zheng.

"Coach Gao, why are you so weird... If we hadn't heard you, we wouldn't have recognized you!"

"Coach Gao, where have you been? We asked Coach Yang, but he didn't say anything... We thought that Coach Yang owed your salary, so you ran away..."

Gao Zheng heard the children's children's guesses, laughed out loud, and then squeezed his eyes at Yang Wenlong: "Old man, look at your image!"

"Go roll!" Yang Wenlong stepped forward and waved his hand to disperse the students, "If you are not tired, just run around for me!"

The children quickly scattered birds and beasts, but they didn't run too far, and looked at this side curiously.

So Yang Wenlong pulled Gao Zheng to his office, closed the door and opened the ceiling fan, but the heat in the room did not ease because the ceiling fan blew out hot air. After almost a day of sun exposure, the simple boarded house accumulated a lot of heat, just like a steamer.

Gao Zheng didn't care about such harsh conditions. He lived in the old man last year and slept in such a room, and he had long been used to it.

Without waiting for Yang Wenlong to greet him, he consciously sat on the broken sofa with broken skin and exposed the yellow sponge inside, and raised his legs to the coffee table where the patent leather fell.

Yang Wenlong glanced at him like this and couldn't help but say, "I haven't changed your stupid look when I go to the professional team to train?"

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Old man, you are my home here. You can't be more comfortable when you get home?"

Yang Wenlong looked stern: "My place is not your home. Your home is in Wuzhi, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from here. You don't know how to stay at your own, why are you here to come here?"

Facing the serious Yang Wenlong, Gao Zheng still smiled and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, one day, one day, one's father and one's mother are not as good as a master. Of course, I have to visit you as soon as possible."

"You don't want to go home, right?"

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Where can it be? After visiting you, I will go home. There is no direct flight from Milan in my small place. I always have to transfer here, so let's see you first... Oh, don't be suspicious, the old man."

Yang Wenlong snorted and accepted Gao Zheng's explanation. Then he sat down on his swivel chair that was also tattered and broken. When he sat down, the chair made a creaking sound, making people worry that the chair would collapse at any time.

"What are you getting in Sampdoria?" he asked after sitting down.

"I won a reserve league championship." Gao Zheng made a "V" gesture to the old man.

"Excellent!" the old man snorted.

Gao Zheng looked at the old man and smiled.

"How are you physically now?" Yang Wenlong asked again.

"I started the reserve team finals and played for almost seventy minutes."

"It's just a reserve team competition... take it slowly." Yang Wenlong sighed.

Then he asked about Gao Zheng's life training in Italy and other details, and Gao Zheng answered him one by one.

Yang Wenlong was generally satisfied with Gao Zheng's performance in Italy, but he did not give any praise. He just nodded when Gao Zheng answered, even if he affirmed himself, the most proud disciple.

As a traditional Chinese man, he is always stingy with expressing his positive emotions. Even if he is happy, humming a song is enough to express himself. But he will never show any mercy when scolding others.

Even Gao Zheng has been yelled by him a lot.

That's why Director Zhao is so afraid of Director Yang.

Most of the time, Yang Wenlong doesn’t scold people, he is already in a good mood.

Gao Zheng turned his head and looked at the children who sneaked out of the window and eavesdropped outside the board room: "Old man, you're still the same class..."

Today, all the faces he is familiar with are trained here, and of course some of them are gone.

Football training is actually quite hard. No matter how much you emphasize happy football, years of training will not make people feel so happy... Not many people can persist, let alone other factors that affect the children's continued playing football.

"I am the only one, why are you recruiting so many classes?" Yang Wenlong glared at the children outside the window, and immediately some children shrank their necks and squatted down. The timid one ran away.

The power of anger...

"Let's find a coach again..."

"No need, there are not so many students in this place, which is a waste of money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand.

Gao Zheng looked around the office again, and there was a sense of decay everywhere. Just looking at the office makes people feel that this is not a football training institution that is so powerful and formal. Any parent who brings his children to register when he sees this scene, he may be worried that if he pays the money today and the old man will run away tomorrow...

He is really worried now that the old man's training class can still be as famous as he can advertise for him.

Thinking of this, he took out his cell phone and said to Yang Wenlong: "Old man, let's take a photo together."

"What are you doing?" Yang Wenlong was not very happy and frowned and wanted to refuse.

"Come on, come on, we haven't taken a photo together yet." Gao Zheng pulled Yang Wenlong's arm.

"Why didn't there? What is the family photo you played when you were a child?"

"You said that was a family photo, and I was talking about a photo of us alone." Gao Zheng opened the door as he said that.

As soon as the door was opened, the children who were lying at the door and eavesdropping lost their balance and fell in.

"You..." Yang Wenlong was blowing his beard and glaring at him again.

Gao Zheng pulled one of them and stuffed his phone into his hand: "Come on, Lin Yuan, take a photo of you, Director Yang."

Lin Yuan held the square black phone in his palm and felt a little embarrassed: "I...I can't use it..."

This is the Apple iPhone 4 released in June last year. Although it has been on sale for a year, it is still not something that ordinary people can own in China. Children who are trained in Yang Wenlong’s football training class are generally not from wealthy families. They may have seen this high-tech gadget, but they really don’t know how to use it, and they even dare not use it, for fear of being used.

"Come on, I'll teach you."

Gao Zheng taught Lin Yuan step by step how to use the camera function of Apple phone, and asked Lin Yuan to take a few photos.

Then he stood with the old man, with a smile on his face, and Lin Yuan took several pictures in one breath, knowing that his smile was almost frozen before he finished.

"Trouble these..." Yang Wenlong felt a little embarrassed.

Gao Zheng looked at the photos on his phone and was very satisfied with Lin Yuan's photography skills.

"No, the young man can be a photographer in the future!"

Lin Yuan snorted: "I want to be a professional star, so I won't be a photographer!"

Hearing this childish sentence, Gao Zheng was happy: "Okay, come on!"

Lin Yuan heard the perfunctory in the coach's tone, and he snorted hard again and ran away.

"Old man, wash out the photos, hang them on the wall, or print them on the admissions brochure to ensure that your business is prosperous!" Gao Zheng didn't care about the child's attitude towards him.

"Cruel and evil ways..." Yang Wenlong sneered.

"Oh, why is this a crooked way? This is marketing promotion. Old man, you have to keep up with the times... Don't use old man machines all the time."

Gao Zheng looked at Nokia on the desk. The sunlight outside the house reflected in and shone on the desk. Among the mottled spots, there was the same mottled Nokia 3220. The edges of the blue soft number buttons had been ground white. There were two light strips on both sides of the phone with plastic shells. Whenever a phone call or text message came, the lights would start to flash. It was a very fashionable way to notify calls back then. Now the four plastic covers have fallen halfway, and there are still two that are shaky. I don’t know when I will follow my companion one day.

It's such a mobile phone that looks like a ragged one now. The old man has been using it since 2005 until now.

The mobile phones that were very easy to use and fashionable back then are no longer able to keep up with the times. Under the impact of smartphones led by iPhone, Nokia, the former mobile phone giant, is also rapidly declining and losing its due market position.

It looks really similar to the old man.

When he was a football school coach in Wuzhi, he was so energetic.

Now we can only support it here and run a football training class in dismal manner.

"What's wrong with the old man? The old man has good battery life. I'll just call and want so many functions?" Yang Wenlong frowned.

"I'll change your phone and just treat it as my filial piety to you. It's the same as mine." Gao Zheng shook the iPhone 4 in his hand.

"I don't want it!" Yang Wenlong stubbornly refused.

"No, old man. Now there is a software that is easy to use. It is called WeChat. It can be very convenient for contacting people. It doesn't cost a phone bill. As long as there is an Internet connection, you can change your phone, and I will install a WeChat for you. I also have WeChat on my phone. Let's add friends to each other and you can contact me directly. Otherwise, you can't always expect Uncle Guo to pass messages to you, right? This is 2011, and I'm still looking for someone to send messages like in ancient times?"

"I can't type..." Yang Wenlong's tone of refusal was no longer so firm.

"Ha! It's okay. WeChat now supports sending voice messages directly... Look, it's like this." Gao Zheng took out his phone and briefly demonstrated to Yang Wenlong how to use WeChat. "Isn't it very convenient?"

Yang Wenlong stared at the shiny little mobile phone in Gao Zheng's hand. The screen was bigger than the Nokia he often used and looked many times better. He couldn't even understand the colorful icons on the screen, let alone use them.

He suddenly realized that he was really old.

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PS, the World Cup will be rekindled tonight, and our X**C event will also start again:

I am optimistic that France beat Uruguay with one goal.
Chapter completed!