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I don't know if this guy is here to get revenge or to train me. He's been training for five whole days in hell.

In order to achieve an equal negotiation between men, I endured it, clenching my teeth and persevering to the end.

I was tired to death. "Starting in early March this year, it's June now, three months and twenty-one days."

Ernandesen's eyes became gloomy: You want me to sign the contract with you right?

"I didn't dare to say it out loud because I was afraid that my leg would break. Haha ~" I started to laugh at myself, but then I started to move forward.

"At least you're sensible." Ernandesen thought for a moment, then said: "Little guy, maybe we can make a deal."

It's finally here!

Damn it, these eleven or twelve days of suffering, I've suffered all my life, wuu ~

I shook my head and said with a personality, "You are the god in my heart, I will never allow you to kick mesonychia. Compared to those trash, I would rather you stay in prison."

Ernandesen choked, then waited for a while before saying: "You take me out of this dirty and smelly prison, put me on your team, and wash off all the forbidden matches. As for the other party, I'll teach you all the Barca Shooting Techniques, what do you say?"

I helplessly shook my head. "I only have 3 million euros. In order to reach the top scorer, I must use this money to buy players. I can't help you wash away your remaining two years in prison."

"What!" Ernandesen flew into a rage, "You actually rejected me. Ever since I left Barca, no one has ever rejected me."

"That's because they all have money, and I don't have money. I'm a poor, honorable boss, hehe ~" I took the opportunity to sit down and rest for a while.

"Damn it!" Ernandesen walked around with big strides, he was as furious as a rhinoceros, "Those Wealthy Clubs that pester me to sign all day long all died. Fuck, why isn't there a single club that appears, only a poor guy coming in, Hey ~ Poor guy, who asked you to sit down, hurry up and train, lift the buckets of water with both of your feet a thousand times each!"

I definitely can't do it a thousand times, but I'll do it a hundred or two hundred times at the ultimate level. After that, you can stimulate me however you want, I'm just a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water ~

This fellow tortured me for another ten days. It was now July, and he was truly slightly anxious.

Because the transfer period of the PA is July 20th, even our mesonychia team must have players in good working order during this period.

After training that day, we sat together, eating porridge, bread, and half a roast steak.

Ernandesen seemed to be competitive with me, he grinded his teeth and stared, "There are still 20 days, let's see how you can make me sign the contract with you."

"Hahaha ~" I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Are you stupid? Our team will only start the official match next year. What's the use of signing a contract with you now?"

"Poof ~ ~ F * ck!" Ernandesen fell to the ground on all fours, and died after collapsing.

I leisurely asked, "Hey, what do you think my Barca Shooting Technique is?"

Ernandesen sat on the floor of the prison, looking like a defeated rooster: "I didn't teach you the basics of Barca Shooting Technique, you are only laying the foundation right now, 35% right?"

"Great god, teach me ~" I requested while grinning.

Ernandesen looked at him with disdain, "On what basis?"

I scratched my head and said, "You still have to go to jail for two years. Before I leave, I'll give the guards a small sum of money so you won't have to spend three to five months less, okay?"

"I want to leave this place." Ernandesen glared at me viciously.

He had that kind of indomitable spirit and an air of arrogance that was never rejected, yet he met me in a place like a prison, my nemesis!

I sighed, "Saying that I don't want to sign a contract with you is pure bullshit. Although I'm poor, my family is huge. While we're together, the family tries to run your business, but there are many obstacles. It's not as simple as you think. Otherwise, many Wealthy Class teams would have already come to find you."

"Oh ~ so it's like that?" Ernandesen nodded his head: "My previous misdeeds were indeed very serious. Then, what was the best result that you could have done?"

I directly opened my mouth and said, "The forbidden competition will be held for a year. You just have a few more months and you can also clean up fifty matches, but you must know, our mesonychia only has thirty-two rounds a year plus our podocyte cup. Haha ~ You can't even wash all of them in one year."

Ernandesen panicked when he heard it, "One year is already the limit of what I can endure, I can't not have a ball kick!"

I thought for a moment and said, "If you had another sum of money, you could have washed up a few matches in advance this year. However, my family did not give so much to you just to make me happy and let me, a boss, learn how to shoot Barca."

"What do you want?" Ernandesen's tone now wavered.

I smiled and said, "Before this, I have a question. Why do you always win the highest point in a field and change locations immediately?"

Ernandesen said: "There is only a single reason, and that is that I need more honor and shouting to break through the 9th level of Barca Shooting Technique and enter the 10th level."

"The tenth floor is that important?" I don't understand. I don't understand what he's saying for the time being.

Ernandesen shook his head: "You won't understand, the heavens only bestowed me one skill, the only one, kick ball! I have trained for all my life, ever since I could remember, for whatever reason, just to prove myself, I am the world's strongest center."

I sighed and said, "If you're like this, I won't be able to tell you the deal to save you."

That guy's eyes turned over, dull and tragic.

In the football field, he seemed to be the one with the least gossip. He was definitely the most disciplined player.

I smiled and said, "We need to take you out of prison and wash you out of the punishment grounds. It will take you half a year this year, one year next year, as well as a lot of money and connections. The family wants you to be in the Chinese Premier League, listen well, the Chinese Premier League will be playing football for a year in the first tier.

"This will require me two and a half years!" Ernandesen frowned, "I am twenty-six years old, and at that time, I will be twenty-eight."

"Look at this." I handed him the videotape of my notebook.

Ernandesen saw it, it was the mediocre fire god cup, as well as the subcrown.

"World Cup!" When Ernandesen saw this, his eyes lit up: "Can we play in this tournament?"

"This ~" I frowned, "If we can win the podocyte cup Championship next year, which is seven consecutive victories, then we can play the Asian Champions League and win the championship in Asia, and we can play the World Cup."

Ernandesen's eyes slanted, "Then can you guys? If you can't, then I won't do it. Also, you guys will definitely get promoted to the upper tier, what if you fail, I won't play football with trash."

We do have strength, but podocyte cup, if those Wealthy Class teams fighting on two fronts were to be distracted, it would be a painful blow to us!

I frowned, "As for the qualification of the World Cup, for us to establish a team in the first year, that is a very unreasonable request. No one has asked for a new team."

Ernandesen said: If you agree, I can guide you to buy a player, you guys will definitely become stronger, what do you think?

I smiled, "I don't think 3 million euros is useful, but we already have a goal. What do you think about Ke Sita and Fa Liao?"

"Fa Liao?" Ernandesen laughed coldly: "That is the middle middle waist that grew up behind me, as long as I say a word, he will be able to come over, and his contract is almost up. As for Ke Sita, with him there, your team will not be able to win against that lousy cup, furthermore, you have the talent and potential that I gave you."

"If it's the Zhongchao, we can only send three people as external support, so I can only bring three or four people back this time." I had to remind him.

Ernandesen thought for a while and said, "Anyway, I can let you take away these three people with me. If you don't have the confidence, then get out of here as soon as possible."

"Alright!" I gritted my teeth and said, "However, you have to teach me all of your Barca shooting skills. This is the precondition for that. I want to become a super center forward and enjoy the cheers of the people."

"Brat, since you want to be abused, come."

In front of Ernandesen, I have to be a boss who worships glory and loves Barca's shooting techniques.

Admittedly, I loved football and Barca, but not to the extent that I thought of myself as an athlete and practiced with all my might. It was all to please the great star who brought me glory and wealth.

With him, I have everything.

But then, after I learned about Barca's shooting, I suddenly fell in love with the ball!

Bassa shootings!

Ernandesen gave me the remaining 50% of Barca Shooting Theory, allowing me to complete the 100% of Barca Shooting Theory.

This shooting technique is very mysterious and can be considered a peerless godly technique in martial arts novels. Under his guidance, my body, eyes and soul formed a ghostly circle.

It was as if in front of my eyes, while I was playing, was a magical compass circle, the scale of the circle, the way it worked, controlling everything about me, everything about me.

While I was bitterly training with my shooting skills, Ernandesen was very selfless. He passed on all of his experience to me, telling me about his glory on the football field, his deep impression of failure, and the psychological training that he received in exchange for blood and tears.

I have to listen carefully. It is something that a man gave his life in exchange for. It is worthy of respect.

If it wasn't for the transfer date of July 20th, I would have forgotten that I was going to prison