Grass roots glory

Chapter 1009 The Talent of C-position Debut
Never doubt the size and fanaticism of Zhou Tiancheng's fan base. In China, there may be fans of Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid, Arsenal, Liverpool, Milan, or Juventus. When encountering Zhou Tiancheng, the two sides will tacitly automatically cease fire and unanimously communicate with each other.

Of course, there will never be a shortage of Internet mobs called trolls. Even many of them would not dare to offend Zhou Tiancheng rashly. The huge fan base is the enemy, and they will not find it boring. No matter on or off the court, Zhou Tiancheng has basically never provided such people with much criticism.

This is why every time Zhou Tiancheng posts on Weibo, he can be quickly searched. His fan base is huge, but with his activity rate of not updating a Weibo for several months, he can really follow his Weibo for a long time. Bo dynamic must be diehard fans.

After this video is released, you can see it by looking at the several wind directions represented by more than [-] comments on Weibo within half an hour.

"The sofa in the front row! Take a quick look at the daily life of the great god. Let's see why my Chengda family can become a god. I don't leave the ball during holidays. I play ball with my son during the day and continue to play ball at night..."

"It's so filthy upstairs, your account is gone. My family Cheng Dafa posted this video, shouldn't you focus on the little guy? Follow me downstairs, I just want to see what little lucky star has to say about this talent."

"Okay, let me be honest. Just a few minutes of video, I already smell the breath of the next generation of football champions."

"Brother upstairs, as a fan of Chengda University, in good conscience, is it really good to kneel and lick like this? Does Chengda still need this? Little Fuxing seems to be only two years old, right? It's just a two-year-old child...how could he be Can be so awesome!"

"The reaction speed is too strong, no matter how old you are, you will be absolutely invincible in consciousness."

"The talent for debuting at the C position, there is a kind of heart-wrenching call for other people's children..."

"After watching this video, and then looking at the guy next to him who was still clamoring for milk, I almost couldn't help but slap him on the ass."

"Mini Luo's opponent is here! Haha! Dad's duel, Zhou Tiancheng is better than Ronaldo. It seems that there is no suspense. The talent of the next generation...Mini Luo did get the genetics, but this can only prove that his dad can't lose. Injustice, if there are no accidents, Zhou Tiancheng should still win this round of Gene PK."

After playing with the little guy for less than half an hour, Chu Yunling came over and interrupted. The little head was already sweating, and Chu Yunling interrupted forcefully.

Zhou Tiancheng was actually quite helpless. He originally wanted to teach his son more. Although the little guy still doesn't know much about consciousness and skills, but at this age, the things he has practiced through his own experiments are most likely to become subconscious. The deepest thing, which is the subconscious correct response.

He deliberately had a rhythm change just now, and Xiao Fuxing's performance made him very satisfied. In his current situation, it is too difficult for him to catch the ball with his feet, but he can react immediately when he is deliberately distracted Even though it was off to the side, it was enough to surprise him.

But at this time, Little Lucky Star was unhappy and began to cry, opening his mouth and shouting loudly: "Sugar...Tang..."

Zhou Tiancheng held him in his arms, and patted his head lightly: "Haha, Tang, it's easy to say, let's go, baby, let's eat candy."

Chu Yunling, on the other hand, had an unhappy expression on her face. Ever since she videotaped Zhou Tiancheng, she basically didn't say a word all afternoon.

Zhou Tiancheng was confused by this posture, but he didn't want to continue the cold war with his wife. The key was that he didn't know what mistake he had made!
"What's the matter, wife, it's not good to always have this expression. Look at this mouth, it's as high as a small mountain bag."

Chu Yunling turned her head to look at him, then turned her head to the side, without even looking at him, she just said, "That's why you want your son to continue learning how to play football? Have you asked my opinion?"

Zhou Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, showing a wry smile, because of this, but he could also understand, after all, he is the child's mother, and few mothers can really support their children to play football, but Zhou Tiancheng knew that he couldn't say it clearly, otherwise he would directly It's not impossible to be kicked out of bed, so I can only smile: "No, our child likes to play ball, so let's play with him. Hey, don't tell me, maybe Xiao Fuxing really has a ball." Talent, he may be better than me in the future."

"That's not okay either." Chu Yunling's attitude was firm, without any discussion at all.

"This is the talent of a C debut, the eyes of the masses are discerning."

Chu Yunling turned her head away at this moment. Zhou Tiancheng saw that there was something going on, but he was poked on the forehead by his wife: "I also said that I didn't think so, take a look, let me show you. You are playing football at home." Not enough? What good is being a star?"

"Huh? You didn't say that before."

"Playing football is so easy to get injured. I don't want my son to have shoe nail marks on his legs in the future, and steel nails to fix his knees and ankles. The ligaments are broken and reconnected..."

Zhou Tiancheng quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Okay, okay, what's the matter, it sounds like I'm going to die if I kick a ball, look how many times I've been injured over the years."

"You haven't been injured a few times, every time it's a serious injury. Do you still remember the time you played Real Madrid in Madrid when you were in Schalke? It almost scared me to death. I don't want to continue to worry about my son in the future. "

"But……"

"Think about it for yourself." Chu Yunling dropped such a sentence and fell asleep without paying attention.

Zhou Tiancheng could understand what Chu Yunling said, but he continued to play ball with his son these days.To be precise, the little guy is pestering Zhou Tiancheng. When his father is away, he can only play by himself. Although he is young, he also knows that his mother is not interested in his hobbies. He can only play with him when his father is around. .

Before starting to play, Zhou Tiancheng did not announce the system of "clear rewards and punishments" like yesterday, but hugged the little lucky star and asked: "Son, Dad will give you a chance in the future. Maybe you will have the chance to play ball every day. OK?"

The little guy clapped his hands excitedly and smiled happily.

"But you have to be good in front of your mother. I want my father to play with you more at home after playing ball. And look at what my father did - use your feet instead of just using your head."

Little Fuxing actually doesn't understand at all, but he still enjoys playing this most basic game with Zhou Tiancheng.

Seeing the child having fun, Zhou Tiancheng really had such a thought in his mind, should he let his son try it?

He can't guarantee that his son's talent will be better than his peers, but the little guy really likes this, and now he is playing for Manchester United. Compared with sending Nizametti to Dortmund's youth training camp, he obviously has a higher quality near water. ah……

In fact, there is such a slight sign that his son should not lose to a boy who walked out of the desert!
(End of this chapter)