The fact that Chen Jixing changed to play as a central defender and was going to Ferrens to try out soon spread among the Sporting Lisbon youth team.

"Hey, have you heard that Coach Balls asked that Chinese kid to play as a central defender instead."

"My God, did he agree? He actually agreed. How cowardly he is. A center forward was asked to play as a central defender at this age, and he can actually hold back?"

"I've told you a long time ago that Chinese boy is a coward. If it were me, I would definitely throw my sneakers away."

"But I think Coach Barrs' arrangement is right. Think about it, a center who has not scored in two years has the face to stand in that position..."

"Chinese people can shoot too? Their shooting skills are not as good as our primary school students."

It is definitely a great humiliation to let a center forward whose skills have been set to play as a center back.

Just as everyone was discussing hotly in the locker room, Chen Juxing walked in and the discussion came to an abrupt end.

"A bunch of waste, only dare to talk about me behind my back?" Chen Juxing quickly packed up his belongings. He didn't want to stay here for an extra minute.

Now with the help of the strongest central defender system in history, he is very confident in passing the trial of Ference.

"Oh, isn't this our Chinese genius? I heard you are going to play in a central defender instead? It's a good choice. Just in time, you can try to practice your shot as a clearance." When Chen Juxing was about to leave, a face he least wanted to see appeared.

In the past two years, I have become the culprit like this - Rodriguez.

However, Chen Jixing was in a good mood today, because after completing the conversion yesterday, he knew his true level of playing center, so he ignored Rodriguez.

"Chinese people are not suitable for playing football. We just played a game with Guimaraes last week. Oh, by the way, you, the parallel center who hasn't scored in two years, must not know. There are only three or five people left in your so-called stars of hope now, right? Also, the Chinese winger who played football in Guimaraes is called Zhang, right?"

Rodriguez patted Chen Jixing on the shoulder, "He only kicked for 15 minutes, because I broke through seven or eight times in a row. The coach couldn't bear to see him and replaced him directly. Hahaha, you Chinese are really useless."

Is Zhang Hao in Guimaras? An authentic Northeastern guy...

"Tsk, it's so boring. What's wrong? Do you even dare to swing your fists now? Oh, I forgot, your thing is probably gone, otherwise how could you even endure the central defender?" Rodriguez shook his head, "You reminded me of the Chinese girl I threw away after playing for two days. You Chinese are so naughty. You guys are so naughty after being abandoned by me..."

Bang!

Rodriguez was hit by Chen Jixing with a heavy blow.

"Remember, I can do whatever I say, but don't insult my compatriots again and again. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, it's better to shut your stinky mouth." Chen Juxing stood up and glanced at the locker room: "And you bastards, I know what you want to do. Remember, if any of you dare to tell the coach that I beat this guy, don't worry, I will pull you together if I can't kick the ball."

Chen Juxing's threat took effect, and Rodriguez was quietly taken to the hospital by his teammates.

"That bastard! Chinese people are bastards!" Rodriguez's nose was completely slashed. The doctor said that unless plastic surgery was performed, his nose would be crooked in his life.

Rodriguez is actually quite handsome, a standard Portuguese handsome guy, but now...

"That garbage, that lowly Chinese, he will be retribution!" While cursing, Rodriguez thought to himself that he must find a Chinese girl to vent his anger at night.

But can he really vent his anger? Two years ago, Chen Jixing kicked his lower abdomen and lower body several times. After that, Rodriguez has never been hard, even though the doctor told him that this was a psychological disorder...

Inside the office of the Sporting Lisbon Youth Team.

"He will go to Pherence to try out the day after tomorrow?" Balls touched his beer belly. At this time, he didn't know that his nephew was beaten again.

"Yes, I have already agreed with Chris, don't worry, Ferens is waiting to see him joke. A player who has never played in the centre-back will definitely be very interesting to try out the centre-back." Silva smiled.

"This will become a joke, a real joke for Portuguese football." Bales smiled.

"Isn't he blamed himself for being so arrogant? If he gave up, we could write him a good letter of recommendation so that he could find a good club when he returned to China. If the Chinese hadn't given us a lot of money every year and with the contract regulations, he would have let him leave long ago, so that old bastard Dagama would have covered him up." Silva said.

"Thanks to the Chinese idiots for sending money. There is a saying in China that people are stupid and have more money? Chinese people are not suitable for playing football. They are also begging us to help them train players?" Bals smiled.

"I heard that more than half of the so-called hope stars of their group back then were no longer engaged in football-related industries. I really hope, and hope is slim hope..." Silva took a sip of tea, "I heard that only leaders above high-ranking officials can drink this tea in China, and I don't feel that it's good."

Just as Silva and Balls were chatting, Chen Jixing knocked on the office door.

"Chan, what are you doing?" Silva and Balls paused their complaints about the Chinese and Chinese football.

"Mr. Silva, let me ask if my contract with Sporting Lisbon is about to end in only half a year. In other words, I will be free when the loan period is over, right?" Chen Juxing asked straight to the point.

"Yes, what do you ask about this?" Could it be that he thought that Sporting Lisbon would renew his contract with him? He was going to send him away.

"That's great, thank you." After saying that, Chen Juxing turned around and closed the door and left. As he walked downstairs, Chen Juxing raised his middle finger at Silva's office.

Freedom means that you can be free from the constraints of Sporting Lisbon, perfect!

"Oh my God, his expression just now was saying that he thought there would be another club that would ask him for it, and was afraid that we would set obstacles for him?" Silva felt frightened.

"Arrogant and arrogant!" Bals was also very unhappy with the expression of Chen Jixing just now.
Chapter completed!