Chapter 10 A little embarrassment in the early morning! Amazing everyone with his skills in the training match?

Author: Han Erlang

Chapter 10 A little embarrassment in the early morning! Amazing everyone with his skills in the training match?

In the early morning, Wang Shen was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Shen, wearing dinosaur doll pajamas, opened the door with sleepy eyes, and saw Isabella standing at the door in a cool outfit.

"Look, look, look, these are all compliments for you."

Before Wang Shen could figure out the situation, Isabella had already pushed him into the bedroom and threw a thick stack of newspapers on the bed.

The Times at the top clearly stated:

Manchester United U18 youngster breaks the record for the youngest goalscorer in the Premier League!

The subtitle is:

Attention national teams! He has English nationality!

After seeing these contents, Wang Shen felt relieved on the spot.

"Are these written about me?" Wang Shen asked.

"Of course, I've sorted it all out. Take a look."

Isabella leaned forward as if taking credit, half of her body pressed against Wang Shen's right body, and she opened the next newspaper with her right hand.

When Wang Shen was leaned against by Isabella, little Wang Shen woke up on the spot. Fortunately, the pajamas Aunt Selina bought for him were loose and thick, which avoided embarrassment.

The Guardian: Did the Chinese boy break the record? Is it an accident or due to his strength? This remains to be verified!

Daily Telegraph: At 16 years and 213 days old, Wang Shen broke the record for the youngest goal scorer in the Premier League, but Grant is committing a crime!

Manchester Evening News: Manchester United U18 talented youngster Wang Shen breaks the record for the youngest goalscorer in the Premier League. Is Manchester United's new Keane?

The Sun: The 16-year-old and 213-day-old genius broke the record for the youngest goal scorer in the Premier League, but Manchester United has no place for him!

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Reading one newspaper after another, my dear, are you reading the newspapers in England?

"Xiao Shen, are your clothes damaged?"

Just when Wang Shen was feeling proud.

"wait……"

Wang Shen hurriedly stopped him, but he couldn't stop him.

Wang Shen:……

Isabella:……

Embarrassment swept over me.

Awakened by the swelling, Isabella blushed, turned around and left with a sigh.

Looking at Isabella's bumpy back and listening to her murmur, Wang Shen felt that he was even more unjust than Dou E.

After washing up with grievances, I went downstairs. His goal yesterday was also being played on the TV.

Breaking the record for the youngest goalscorer in the Premier League is indeed worthy of special mention, but TV is much more tactful than newspapers.

After all, judging from the video, Wang Shen's goal seemed more like a steal, and the host couldn't boast too harshly.

It’s not a newspaper. It starts with a picture and the rest is all edited.

"Let the first team rest this morning. I'll ask the driver to pick you up at noon."

Aunt Selena, who was wearing hip-hugging white pants and a bright-colored suit, said while having breakfast.

"No, I'll take Isabella's car there. I only played for one minute yesterday. I'm not tired."

Wang Shen is not going to rest, he still needs to rely on training to improve his attribute values.

Selina looked at Isabella with a strange expression, wondering why her daughter, who had been chattering all day long, was so quiet today.

When Isabella saw her look, she immediately nodded in approval and did not mention the embarrassing scene in Wang Shen's bedroom.

After the meal, Isabella drove Wang Shen to the Carrington training base as usual. Both of them were silent on the way.

Wang Shen wanted to apologize, but he really didn't do anything wrong.

Isabella, on the other hand, had mixed emotions. She glanced at Wang Shen with her big pretty eyes from time to time on the way, but said nothing.

The embarrassment ended when Wang Shen got off the car. After he entered the locker room and changed his equipment, he walked to the training ground alone to practice tackling.

After the morning training, teammates arrived one after another at noon, and in the afternoon there was recovery training.

Wang Shen still did not participate in the joint training and chose to train tackle alone.

At the end of the day's training, my attributes skyrocketed as in the previous days.

Wang Shen returned home satisfied, but instead of doing yoga after dinner, he went into the villa fitness room alone and started lifting irons.

As a result, as soon as he masturbated for a while, Aunt Selena and Isabella followed him. They turned on the TV in the fitness room and started practicing yoga while watching it.

Wang Shen was also very happy. While showing off his beauty, he was furiously pounding the iron until he was exhausted.

‘Only strength has increased by 1 point. This player’s attribute potential for skill growth is only one? And is the increase so small?’

With such doubts, Wang Shen slowly fell asleep.

The gym reappeared in the dream, leaving pools of fine wine on various equipment...

The next day, Wang Shen still practiced tackling in the morning.

His tackle attribute has now reached 88, and he wants to explore where his tackle limit is.

In the afternoon, the team had to play a 20-minute training match. Wang Shen stopped training alone and started training with the team.

"If there is a chance later, Pogba, I will try to pass the ball with a scimitar. You must be prepared to receive the ball on the left side of the opponent's penalty area."

Before the training match started, Wang Shen approached Pogba and said this, and Pogba looked at him like he was a fool.

And the Full Moon Scimitar?

Why don't you just say Beckham's name?

He couldn't help but think otherwise. Before Beckham left the European arena, everyone thought that this heartthrob only knew how to pass the ball.

But after he left the European competition, everyone discovered that the only one who could pass the ball like that was Beckham.

This is unquestionable public opinion, but you, Wang Shen, dare to say this. Who gave you the confidence?

But before he could express his contempt, Wang Shen had already turned around and walked towards his lower back.

The coach acting as the referee blew the game whistle, and the yellow and green teams began to fight on the court.

The main team had many players return today. Rooney came up and wanted to take a long shot from outside the penalty area, but Wang Shen stabbed it out diagonally.

"Bang~"

A slippery shovel directly knocked the ball away from Rooney's feet.

This tackle did not trigger his natural skill, but the tackle that had just been upgraded to 91 still allowed him to easily block Rooney's long shot.

In fact, when this value exceeded 80, Wang Shen's sliding tackle was already very powerful. After 90, he felt that his tackle was as easy as entering the realm of transformation.

After the ball was scooped away, Rooney turned around in a circle in order to protect Wang Shen. After stabilizing his center, he saw that Wang Shen had already dribbled the ball towards his own half.

"Have you always been so fierce?"

He shouted something from behind, but Wang Shen had no time to pay attention. He was ready to play the ball as soon as he got close to the center line.

It's not that he doesn't want to get closer to the opponent's goal, but Anderson has already moved closer, and Wang Shen doesn't have the ability to show off his footwork.

"Pogba, let's go!!!"

Wang Shen shouted loudly, and the football under his feet drew a banana-like arc, bypassing the midfield and going straight to the upper right corner of the opposite penalty area.

'I'll rub it, is it so accurate?'

This thought flashed through Pogba's mind, and his body rushed out.

He was not slow and had Wang Shen's pre-match reminder, so he successfully grabbed the ball before Rafael.

"Bang!"

Without too much dribbling, Pogba caught the opportunity and shot directly. Lindegaard in front of the goal barely made a save, but only missed.

Even though it was a training match, Pogba ran around excitedly after scoring a goal, but the eyes of the players and coaches were all focused on Wang Shen, who was walking towards the midfielder position.

Like, so similar...

No, it’s not similar, it’s exactly the same!

Sir Alex Ferguson's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely saw the traitor's figure on Wang Shen's body.

The same handsomeness, the same physical defense, the same amazing long passes...

"Damn King, how did you get this ball covered?"

After celebrating, Pogba roared out the hearts of everyone.

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