For the inexplicable sudden emergence of the "Royal Road" system, Wang Qi did not go deep into the case after the initial surprise.

Because in terms of his knowledge reserve, this is totally unexplained.

When he knew the capabilities of the system, the whole person was completely shocked, almost screaming and telling the world that he had an amazing system and had a system that could change his life.

After slowly calming down, he realized that this is a secret that cannot tell others to be their own, or they will be captured by the Frankenstein.

As a result, he forcibly suppressed the impulse, and even his father, who was intimate with him, did not tell, just wanted to give him a surprise, in return for his own efforts and sacrifices for many years.

Being a professional player is the biggest surprise for my father and the greatest reward for his father.

So today he wants to use the system to resist the sky, must become a professional player, must conquer Florence, get a professional player contract.

After an hour, the destination arrived. Wang Qi walked down from the public car, and the heat wave came over. The greasy sweat slowly penetrated from under the skin.

This is the suburb of the city. There are not many cars and pedestrians on the road. The first thing that comes to his attention is a building surrounded by walls.

Looking at the striking Florentine Club logo on the wall, Wang Qi knows where his fate is.

"call!..."

Wang Qi took a deep breath and walked toward the gate of the Florence training base with his sports bag.

After a simple inspection by the guard, Wang Qi walked into the training base under the guidance of the guard.

On the left side of the gate is a five-story building. Several cars are parked under the shade in front of the building. The rest is a green training ground.

The green field was divided into several training fields by the barbed wire. The training field was empty. Now it is the hottest time of the day. Of course, no one is trained.

Wang Qi transferred his gaze to the building. On the wall of a room in the middle of the first floor was a printed piece of paper with the words: the trial player lounge.

Wang Qi walked toward the break, pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

Obviously, the lounge and the outside are completely two worlds, because the air conditioning in the lounge is open.

There was no one in the lounge, and Wang Qi was not surprised because the test time was five o'clock in the afternoon and it was only two o'clock.

Wang Qi put down his sports bag and poured himself a glass of water on the water dispenser.

After adding water, Wang Qi put the chair of the room into a temporary "bed". He prepared to take a simple rest on the "bed" to keep himself in physical exercise. Long-distance travel was very physical.

...

At half past three, a group of teenagers dressed in Florence training suits sneaked out of the trial lounge.

"Amor, I bet a bottle of Coke, and now there is absolutely no one in the lounge!"

"Cesileo, absolutely! I bet!"

There are gambling games, and the teenagers are bustling.

"Oh!... Damn, have you forgotten who the examiner is today?"

"Carmelo?!"

"Yes! It's '狠人' Carmelo! The head coach of the youth team!"

As soon as they heard Carmelo's name, the teenagers quieted down in an instant, and Carmelo's fierce appearance on the training ground immediately appeared in their minds.

Two teenagers couldn't help but tremble. They witnessed a young team player who did not meet the training requirements and ran for nearly an hour at the stadium.

It is said that the penaltyd player applied to the club for U19 the next day...

The teenagers gently pushed the door open and there was a smile on Cecilio's face: "Amor, you see no one..."

"No! Cecilio, are you not lying alone in the chair? Cecilio,

you lose! "

Cecilio looked at Wang Qi lying in the chair with some regrets. He went over and wanted to see the people who made him lose.

"Oh!...is an Asian..."

"Korean?"

"Japanese?"

The teenagers guessed that Wang Qi, who was lying in the chair, was woken up by them and looked at the teenager in front of him. He smiled and said hello to them: "Hey, hello!"

The teenagers politely greeted Wang Qi.

Cecilio, who just lost the bet, seems to want to pull back a game and said to Amor: "If we gamble again, I bet he is Japanese!"

Amor carefully looked at Wang Qi and seemed to want to distinguish from Wang Qi's appearance in which country he was.

"Asians really look the same."

Cecilio smiled in the heart: Korean? Stupid, which Koreans dare to come to Italy for a workout?

The gambling was settled like this. The teenagers looked at Wang Qi. Wang Qi shrugged and said: "Sorry, you all guessed wrong. I am Chinese."

"Chinese people?"

The gambling game did not win or lose. Both of them guessed wrong. After the teenagers were slightly surprised, they seemed to have forgotten the existence of Wang Qi, who discussed the rumors of this training.

"I heard that there are two strikers from Africa who are super fast!"

"I heard that there is still a Japanese, and the kicking back is also very good..."

"It is said that this time there is a striker of the Milan youth team, what is the name... It seems to be Khimma, it is said to be very powerful, and the shot outside the restricted area is very good..."

"Amor, this is a bit overdone. If he is so powerful, he will stay in Milan. Why are you coming to us?"

Wang Qi was interested in listening to the boy's gossip. These people are the competitors he tried today.

After talking about ten minutes, the interests of the teenagers slowly disappeared. has at least twice such large-scale trials every year.

They then realized that there was an outsider in this room.

"Oh, why don't you say that you are Japanese or Korean?"

Amor, who won the bet, looked at Wang Qi and said: "The possibility of your success will increase."

Wang Qi said calmly: "I was originally a Chinese. There is no way to choose this kind of thing, and I don't think I am a Chinese. What is wrong with it..."

The young man's heart is still relatively simple. Amor also feels that lying is not good, and even if the trial is successful through lying, the club will not have a good impression of Wang Qi after knowing the truth, and even tear the contract directly.

If so, Wang Qi is definitely not a professional player in Italy.

Wang Qi didn't think so much. He just thought that he was a Chinese. Why do you have to say that you are Japanese or Korean?

Even if he was abandoned by the Italian clubs again and again, he never thought about it in this direction.

Amor said: "Well, you are Chinese, I wish you good luck!"

Wang Qi responded politely to him: "I will thank you no matter what the final result is!"

At this moment, the door at rest was opened, and the teenagers looked at the middle-aged man who opened the door, and his face changed instantly.

"Amor, Cecilio, no break at noon, what are you doing here?"

A middle-aged man who is as strong as a tower is born to be murderous, and the teenagers become a group of shivering screams.

"We...we..."

Amor and Cecilio have been incoherent and they left the lounge as quickly as possible.