unparalleled

Chapter 1 Gao Yuyang

At six o'clock in the morning, the first ray of sunshine just came down.

For Tokyo, Osaka, and even all international metropolises, people who go out early often gather in front of subways, buses, and various breakfast shops, or by lakesides in parks, where they can meet old people who are leisurely doing morning exercises.

Oh no, there are exceptions on the court in an ordinary residential area in Osaka.

All the office workers who get up early can see that on the open field field in the center of the community, there will be a pair of father and son every day, speaking Chinese they don't understand, shouting loudly:

"Don't stop the ball! Catch the ball and shoot immediately!"

"Dribble! Dribble! Hey, how can you be so stupid, you can still throw the ball!"

"Do it again! Do it again! Do it again!"

It was indeed a strange scene, but the neighbors were obviously used to it, but they couldn't help but discuss it in private.

"It's the Chinese in 101 again."

"Yes, Gao, and his son, they come every day. I see them every day."

"It's really a different Chinese. No wonder his son can play the main force in Gamba's echelon."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm starting to look forward to whether he can play in the first team."

Occasionally, these two are not the only ones on the court. After an hour, several younger children will come to practice, but the parents always regard Gao Yuyang, who trains hard and earnestly, as an example to their children: "See Is it? There are young people playing in the Gamba echelon over there, I just hope you can work hard to get there."

……

Gao Yuyang is considered a celebrity in the neighborhood. Everyone knows that he is the main player in the echelon of Gamba Osaka, a traditional giant in the J1 league, and he can still work so hard every day.

But Gao Yuyang doesn't want this honor. He has no choice. For five years, he has been forced by his father to come to the training ground every morning to carry out this kind of boring practice, dribbling, shooting, dribbling, shooting .Don't dare to slack off at all.

If he slacked off at all... No, he heard the sharp whistle, and knew in his heart that he would be punished again.

"How many times have I told you that when you touch the ball, the back of your foot will be straightened. Look at you, you can shoot in the penalty area. Can you still do it? How can you play in the first team like this?!"

Dad Gao Sheng was really angry, he walked over and slapped Gao Yuyang on the head without being too lazy to talk nonsense.

Gao Yuyang quickly covered his head with his hands. Dad's trick is already a habit.

Gao Sheng failed to achieve his goal of teaching his son, and was even more annoyed: "Stinky boy, how dare you hide when your wings are stiff! If your dribbling speed is as fast as yours, I won't bother to train you alone."

Gao Yuyang just smiled on his face, he didn't talk back, and he didn't bow his head to admit his mistake. His father was so angry that he showed the attributes of a two-faced face.

"Hi! Father, you are already your age, so don't be angry about such a trivial matter, what can you do if you have high blood pressure!"

Hearing his son's words, Gao Sheng didn't feel relieved in the slightest. Instead, he glared and yelled angrily, "Hey, what's up! Speak Chinese, don't speak bird language in front of me!"

It was only then that Gao Yuyang restrained his two jokes, and touched his father's real taboo, he still didn't have the guts to make a joke: "Oh, dad, stop beating, stop beating, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands...I Come again, come again! Okay."

Gao Sheng snorted coldly, and continued to warn his son: "You can't let this happen to you. You know in your heart that your dad and I have played football all our lives. We haven't made much of a name. The biggest achievement is being in the Chinese national team. Having played in front of fans all over China... I know something!"

"Well, Dad, your menopause is only now? Are you annoying?"

Gao Yuyang is really annoying. For this matter, since he started playing football, his father has nagged in front of him for many years.

What is it like to have a father of a former China international?
Gao Yuyang didn't feel any pride or honor, but felt that he was almost destined to suffer...

Spending more time on the field than his peers, sweating profusely every morning, it’s not a big deal. Normally, in the afternoon or evening, when other kids of the same age put down their football, he goes home and has other programs.

He suspects that his father has thought of asking him to represent the Chinese team in the future from the moment he practiced, because his father told him clearly: "Don't forget where you are, and you can't lose the things of your ancestors!"

……

This is Gao Yuyang, a football boy who is pushed forward.

He once thought about whether one day he could really play in the professional league and become a professional player so that he could get rid of his father's control and do what he liked.

And now that goal seems to be getting closer.

Just yesterday, before the start of the new season, he was told by the head coach of the first team that he can stay in the first team in the new season and will enter the league squad.

Good things come in pairs, and the club also notified him to sign a formal professional contract.

In other words, from today onwards, he is already a real professional player of Gamba Osaka's first team, and he may play in Japan's highest-level J1 league in the new season.

Gao Yuyang himself just felt that he had achieved a goal, and he didn't realize that he was able to get to this point. He was already better than many, many Japanese football teenagers of the same age. ,

……

After the morning practice, Gao Yuyang lowered his head to pack his clothes as usual, and suddenly he heard his father say in his ear: "Boy, go to the club today to sign a professional contract, and I will go with you. From today on, you will be a real professional player .so……"

"So, I won't pull you out for morning exercises every morning."

Gao Yuyang raised his head suddenly, opened his mouth wide and looked at his father in shock.

Gao Sheng was a little surprised by his son's expression. What kind of expression is this?
He didn't know what his son was thinking, but he still frowned. As a father, he had to say something.

"You have come to an end with me, and I can't control you in the future. You can only go the road of professional football. How far can you go? It depends on your fate! Don't think I don't know your big heart, but you'd better Stick to your current habits and have the strength to accommodate your ambitions."

Feeling the warmth of his father's big hands clapping on his shoulders, Gao Yuyang was not moved, but... elated.

Does happiness come too suddenly?

Li-release!Li-release!Fuck!Finally got it out!

Now Gao Yuyang can't wait to take his dad to the club and sign his first professional contract.It was as joyful as a serf turned over and signed his name on the land deed.

Professional player...professional player...professional player!I want to be a professional player!
(End of this chapter)