Alright, Collins, Sanders, Palmer, Fleming... Sooner or later, you will regret the decisions you are making today!

Tomorrow, I’ll take Logan Grant to São Paulo, which is famous for its youth academy and even produced Clark. Logan Grant’s speed is similar to Clark’s, so I think maybe there’s a chance.

This is the last opportunity. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll take him to other states and try our luck...

A bunch of shortsighted mediocrities!

Chapter One: You Call This Fast Running?

On the lush green training field, a black player wearing a blue vest sprinted down the wing at high speed, receiving a diagonal pass from a teammate.

Applause and cheers erupted from the fans watching the training on the sidelines.

“Beautiful, Rick!”

“That run-in just now was really fast!”

“No wonder he’s a player for Brazil’s U-19 national youth team, Rick... he’s really fast!”

“Of course, speed has always been Rick’s pride!”

...

Logan Grant was standing on the edge of the training field, witnessing this scene and hearing the fans’ voices.

But he had a different opinion in his heart: Is someone like that really considered fast? I don’t think he’s even as fast as my family’s Mantou...

Unconsciously, Logan Grant used his own white mutt as a reference. Back in the village, he hadn’t seen any outsiders; he was the fastest runner in the village, and Mantou was the only one who could keep up with him.

He shifted his gaze away from the training field, just as a middle-aged white man with a big belly standing opposite him asked, “At what age did you start playing football?”

“Seven!” Logan Grant answered confidently.

Hearing Logan Grant’s answer, the middle-aged man looked at Logan Grant with suspicion.

“In elementary school PE class... um!” Seeing the man’s look of disbelief, Logan Grant hurriedly added, afraid the other would think he was lying.

He really did first encounter football in first grade PE class. That was the only football in their mountain village school. Even though it was already worn out, filled with rags, everyone loved kicking it around. When the seams tore and rags flew out, it didn’t matter—they’d just stuff them back in and sew it up again. That was his first and only time playing football—before he, yelling excitedly, was the first to kick the school’s only football over the wall and down the cliff...

Hearing Logan Grant’s answer, the middle-aged man’s forehead was already showing veins, but he still patiently asked, “What position do you play?”

“Huh?” Logan Grant looked confused at the question.

“Forward? Midfielder? Or defender, goalkeeper?” The man rubbed his temples and continued weakly.

“I don’t know!” Logan Grant replied, bewildered but with great spirit, giving a very definite answer.

Hearing Logan Grant’s nonsensical answer and seeing his clueless expression, the middle-aged man sighed, spread his hands, and turned to a brown-skinned, gray-curly-haired, even fatter middle-aged man beside him—whose belly looked like he was ten months pregnant with twins—and said, “I don’t think there’s any point, Mr. Gordon. This ‘player’ of yours is clearly a total newcomer who’s never played football before... No, even calling him a ‘newcomer’ isn’t quite right. I can’t find the right word, but I think you know what I mean.”

“Gordon”·Anderson·Stewart·Dale·Shelby quickly said, “Yes, Mr. Lyle. I’ve never denied that he’s a complete novice who’s never played football before. But I don’t think that’s the most important thing. The reason I brought him to São Paulo is because I believe that with São Paulo’s vision, you’ll be able to see his greater talent—his outstanding athletic ability!”

Gordon tried to make his voice sound full of confidence.

In fact, he knew very well that coming to a powerhouse like São Paulo to promote a sixteen-year-old who had never played football before was a bold move, and the chances of success were really low.

But on the surface, he had to appear extremely confident.

A good salesman, even if he’s selling the worst product in the world, must make the customer believe he’s boasting about the most unique and cost-effective product on earth.

What’s more, Gordon truly believed that the boy he had his eye on this time was a real genius!

As long as he’s given time and opportunity, he will definitely shine brilliantly.

“Speed! His speed is the fastest I’ve ever seen! I’m a professional agent, Mr. Lyle. In my career, I’ve seen many Brazilian players with excellent speed, but none of them can compare to this Chinese boy beside me!”

“He’s just fast, that’s all...” Lyle retorted.

“Yes, just fast. But Mr. Lyle, don’t you think being just fast is already remarkable? Skills and awareness can be developed through practice, and experience comes from playing matches. But none of that can change his speed—no matter how good the coach, you can’t turn a slow player into a speedster. Because that’s a natural advantage, a true talent!”