Next, just as the training instructions required, the last player passed the ball diagonally into the open space on the wing.

Logan Grant gritted his teeth and chased after the ball. As the ball was about to reach him, he stretched out his leg.

But he didn’t end up touching the ball; it slid right past his toes and rolled straight out of bounds.

He didn’t get the ball.

He failed.

Chapter Two: Did I Run Too Fast?

“Ha!” When he saw that Logan Grant hadn’t caught up with the ball and let it go straight out of bounds, Lyle laughed. “Mr. Gordon, to be honest, I don’t think that’s very fast.” His tone was dismissive, with a hint of mockery.

Maurice was also frowning beside him.

Actually, Logan Grant wasn’t running slowly; he was just a bit short of reaching the ball in the end. But compared to the “extremely fast” speed that Gordon had described, it was still far off. Such a performance naturally couldn’t impress anyone.

No football foundation, only started playing at sixteen, and his athletic talent wasn’t as exaggerated as the agent claimed… He didn’t know what use São Paulo would have for this kid.

Gordon stared dumbfounded at the training field. He was truly shocked. He had never seen Logan Grant like this before—he really was slow! For Logan Grant, this speed was nothing worth mentioning!

But how could Logan Grant be so slow?

He couldn’t figure it out.

But he knew things weren’t looking good—the two people who would decide Logan Grant’s fate, Lyle and Maurice, both seemed to be losing patience.

At that moment, he saw Logan Grant sitting on the ground, starting to take off his shoes and socks.

“Looks like your player is ready to give up, Mr. Gordon.” Lyle sneered.

He was only accompanying Maurice on an inspection of the youth academy today; Maurice had just taken office and needed to get familiar with the environment. He hadn’t expected to run into such a situation. Even though he worked in an office, he was actually very busy—how could he waste his time watching some unknown agent and his Chinese kid?

“I think we should just—”

He hadn’t finished speaking when a voice interrupted him.

“This one doesn’t count! This one doesn’t count!” The voice was loud, with a strange accent—it was clear his Portuguese wasn’t very fluent. “Let me try again!”

Logan Grant, that Chinese kid, had already jumped up from the ground and was waving his arms, shouting loudly in their direction.

“The shoes don’t fit, they’re a bit small. When I run, my feet get squeezed and hurt!” He was still shouting. “I’ll just run barefoot! Barefoot! I used to run barefoot in the mountains!”

As if afraid they wouldn’t understand, he even lifted his left foot, striking a one-legged pose to show everyone the sole of his foot.

Gordon immediately played along, pointing exaggeratedly at Logan Grant’s one-legged stance and saying to Lyle and Maurice, “Look, gentlemen! See how strong his waist and legs are! What great balance! And look at those big feet! Don’t you think they’re completely out of proportion with his body? So big! With feet that big, he was born to play football!”

His tone was becoming more and more like that of a street peddler…

But Logan Grant didn’t give Gordon any face—he only managed to hold the pose for a few seconds before falling over. Of course, even as he fell, he didn’t forget to keep his left foot raised in that one-legged stance. So he ended up doing a full split as he crashed to the ground… “Ouch!”

“Pfft!” Among the youth team players watching, someone couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

“He’s probably a performer the coach hired from the circus to cheer us up after such hard training, right?”

“What’s that guy in the red vest doing? He looks just like a clown…” Some of the spectators in the crowd were also making such comments.

Gordon was startled by the scene, but quickly recovered and continued to shout, raising his voice even higher: “Look! What flexibility! Such a difficult split! Isn’t this physical quality good enough? It’s simply—”

“Enough!” Lyle, veins bulging on his forehead, finally couldn’t take it anymore. “My time isn’t for watching you put on a clown show…”

He was about to leave.

But Maurice didn’t move. Instead, he smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter, let him try again.”

Lyle looked at Maurice in surprise.

Could he really be interested?

Maurice smiled at Lyle and said, “It only takes a few seconds to run once.”

Lyle thought about it and agreed, so he stopped and said to Gordon in a rather unpleasant tone, “I don’t have much hope, but please tell your player to take it seriously! This is São Paulo’s training base, not a park lawn!”

At this point, Gordon couldn’t be bothered by Lyle’s rudeness. He turned and dashed over to Logan Grant—it was rare to see a fat man run so fast…

He saw Logan Grant get up from the ground and squat down to rub his inner thigh. He was worried that Logan Grant might have strained a ligament with that move.

“You okay, Grant?”

“Is it still not working, Gordon?” Logan Grant was more concerned about the trial—after all, this was about his dream.