Chapter 8

"You need to find an agent!"

Yi Le:? ? ?

Dumbledore's face was full of black lines, and he said earnestly: "I don't intend to offend, but besides playing football, do you think your head can adapt to normal life? And you also need to sign a team and other trivial matters."

"cannot!"

Yi Le said bluntly that he understood his problem.

"So, you need an agent!"

Yi Le blinked, then took out his phone, dialed a number and said, "Grandpa Miranda, I need an agent!"

Dumbledore: "..."

Miranda: "..."

Yi Le's mind is very simple, he can't think about those complicated things, but it doesn't mean he can't distinguish between good and evil.

In a foreign country, it seemed that there was only one Miranda he could trust, so he told the story directly.

Miranda in La Masia's youth training office shook her head helplessly and asked, "Did you pass the trial training?"

Yi Le smiled and said, "It's passed."

Miranda couldn't help showing a smile on her wrinkled face, and said, "Then work hard in the future and don't be complacent."

"Okay, Grandpa Miranda!"

"As for the problem of the agent, I will help you solve it. Due to your special nature, I don't feel relieved to hand it over to other people, so I can only find you someone of my own."

"My own people?"

Yi Le asked suspiciously.

Miranda nodded and said, "That's right, my own!"

"Okay, then I will trouble Grandpa."

After finishing speaking, Yi Le hung up the phone without waiting for Miranda to finish speaking, and then smiled at Dumbledore: "Okay!"

Dumbledore: "..."

In the La Masia training camp, Director Miranda held the phone, his cheeks twitched, and finally smiled helplessly.

 …

Soyol came to the Millwall club, and there was no doubt that he was rejected.

But he is not depressed, on the contrary, he looks more courageous as he fights.

He went around to a dilapidated wall behind Millwall, which was not high enough for him to climb over.

Turning the camera behind him, he hummed and climbed up. Although the wall was not high, it was quite strenuous to climb, mainly because there was no point of strength.

When he finished climbing the wall, his clothes were all dirty.

But he didn't care about other things, and walked towards the training ground like a thief with his hands and feet.

When he walked to the independent small training ground in the backyard, he heard the sound of bang bang bang, which scared him and hurriedly hid towards the side building.

After a while, the voice was still there, and he was relieved when he found that no one came.

"Dog X, it's like being a thief!"

But in order to become a great reporter, he worked hard!

When he walked to the open area, he found a young figure in the training ground bouncing the ball. He was not wearing Millwall's training uniform, and he was also unfamiliar. This small training ground occasionally has family members of the club. The children came to play football, so they didn't pay too much attention.

It's just that he found that this little guy has a good sense of the ball, and his movements are extremely stretched, and occasionally kicks the ball high into the air. The moment the ball stops, the football is directly unloaded on the feet, as if stuck there.

Seeing this scene, Soyol subconsciously shouted: "Beautiful!"

This sound caught the figure's attention.

Yi Le turned his head and saw someone standing outside the fence, as if praising himself.

This made Yi Le show a smile, and responded: "Thank you."

It was Spanish.

Soyol smiled, he knew Spanish, he rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and asked, "Are you from here?"

Yi Le nodded: "Yes.

"

Soyol asked: "Is there a training match today?"

Yi Le bounced the ball again and again, looked at him with a smile and said, "The practice is over, and the training ground is under maintenance now."

Soyol looked at Yi Le, and grinned secretly; "Isn't he watching the ball while juggling the ball? What kind of fairy ball feeling is this!"

Afterwards, Soyol couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Maintenance!

That means he can't collect materials!

It's over, the wall was climbed in vain.

As for Yi Le's appearance, he didn't recognize it, mainly because no photos were uploaded on the website update.

Bored, he couldn't help but look at Yi Le, and praised; "Very good sense of the ball."

"Hey." Yi Le smiled and said, "It's amazing, IQ is worth it!"

Forehead....

Soyol laughed, "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Yi Le pointed to his head seriously, and said: "My IQ is questionable, only 69, they say I'm mentally handicapped!"

Soyol: "..."

Looking at Yi Le's obvious oriental face, Soyol blinked, and suddenly shouted: "You are Yi?"

Yi Le bounced the ball again and again and said casually: "Yes!"

Soyol was a little excited. He licked his dry lips and said, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Yi Le turned to look at the other party, smiled and said, "No way!"

Soyol asked in amazement, "Why?"

Yi Le stopped juggling the ball, turned to look at him and said seriously: "Grandpa Miranda said that there are too many bad people in this world, so I can't just answer questions."

"..."

Soyol said speechlessly, "I'm not a bad person."

Yi Le said: "But they are not friends either!"

Soyol rolled his eyes and said, "We can be friends."

"Really?" Yi Le looked at the other party in surprise.

Since coming to England, Yi Le has been very lonely. On the one hand, he cannot communicate with his teammates. On the other hand, he has no friends of the same age. He is far less happy than when he was in La Masia.

Under the sunlight, Yi Le's smile was extremely simple, as clean as white paper. He stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Yi Le, a Chinese. I will become a big football star in the future. We are friends now."

Soyol coughed dryly, and could only hold out his hand, saying, "My name is Soyol, and I want to be a big reporter. We are friends!"

After speaking, Yi Le held the ball, sat in front of the isolation net, and said with a smile, "You can ask questions now."

Soyol didn't expect the other party to be so happy, but he didn't think about anything else, and sat on the other side of the isolation net.

The two began to chat through the isolation net.

Soyol: "Are you really from La Masia's youth training?"

Yi Le: "Well, I stayed there for two years, and Messi praised me for playing well."

"Mei...Messi?!!" Soyol was twitching.

After regaining his composure, Soyol continued to ask: "Then can you tell me why you left La Masia?"

"They don't want me anymore." Yi Le said aggrievedly.

"Don't want you?"

"Yeah, didn't I say it, I have a brain problem, I'm mentally handicapped!"

"..." Soyol had a toothache, and his feelings were not lying.

"You really..." Soyol pointed to his head, hinting.

Yi Le understood, nodded and said, "I'm only 69, they say I'm as innocent as an 8-year-old, and also stupid!"

The genius who came out of La Masia...retarded? ! !

God! !

Soyol felt like he was headlined.

"So what's your goal?"

"I'm going to be a big star!"

Yi Le said firmly.

"It's difficult." Soyol frowned.

Yi Le smiled and said, "I know, but I like to play football. Only when I play football do I feel that I am the same as other people. I can keep my concentration and I can Playing with the opponent's defense, they say I play like an elf!"

Bathed in the sun, the boy in front of him is as holy as a holy child.

As he said, that clean smile is full of healing.

Of course, the premise is that his footwork is as gorgeous as a Brazilian superstar.