“Gordon said... ah... my learning ability... ah... is very strong, dropped it again... so, even if it's later... I'm not afraid...” Such a simple sentence, Logan Grant had to repeat it several times before finishing, because the soccer ball kept falling.

Learning ability is very strong?

Lucas thought of how he managed to juggle the ball ten times, then twenty times in such a short time... It really did seem to mean that.

“Tell me about China, I’ve never been there... Are Chinese women as passionate as Brazilian women? What do they usually like to wear? Do they like handsome mixed-race guys like me...”

“Uh, Lucas, is this really special training? Or do you just want to chat with me? Because it seems like you’re a bit idle...”

“Of course, of course! This is definitely special training! Hurry and answer my question, okay? Do Chinese women like handsome guys like me?” Lucas squinted his eyes, looking at Logan Grant with anticipation.

...

So Logan Grant continued his juggling practice while chatting with Lucas.

Lucas suddenly noticed something: he and Logan Grant were still chatting, but it seemed like Logan Grant was answering much faster?

“Rong, your soccer ball isn’t falling anymore?”

“Huh?” Logan Grant was startled, and the ball dropped to the ground.

This time, he wasn’t frustrated, but froze, staring at the ball rolling to the side. It was true—he hadn’t let the ball drop for a while now... But he hadn’t been especially focused on juggling, not constantly thinking “cushion, lift, cushion, lift”... These thoughts seemed to come naturally, and his body had developed a kind of rhythmic inertia.

Lucas was also surprised. He shifted his gaze from the ball to Logan Grant’s face.

“You really are a... genius! No, a monster!” Lucas exclaimed in genuine admiration.

Logan Grant was delighted: “Really?”

“Of course! I’ve never seen anyone reach this level so quickly! Are you really a beginner? Come on, again, again, try it one more time!”

Under Lucas’s gaze, Logan Grant seemed to lose the feeling again.

After several repeated failures, his body finally rediscovered that wonderful rhythmic inertia.

He could chat with Lucas while juggling the ball, keeping it from touching the ground.

...

The training between Logan Grant and Lucas in the corner of the field was originally unremarkable, but there were always people casting curious glances their way.

When someone happened to glance over again, he was stunned.

He even forgot about the two-person passing drill he was doing, and only snapped out of it when the ball his teammate passed hit him.

“What’s wrong with you?” his teammate asked in confusion.

He pointed toward where Logan Grant and Lucas were. “Look.”

Both of them looked over, and both were stunned.

Others were drawn by their synchronized posture, followed their gaze, and were quickly stunned as well.

So more and more youth team players, just like them, stared at the corner where Logan Grant and Lucas were.

They all forgot about training.

In their field of vision, Logan Grant was juggling the ball continuously, his head lowered, eyes fixed on the ball, his movements still a bit stiff and awkward, not yet smooth and natural. But that didn’t matter.

What mattered was that the ball kept bouncing up and down in front of him, like a heartbeat, never stopping...

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the bouncing ball, following it up and down, up and down.

“Is he really a beginner?”

Someone in the youth team voiced this question.

But it wasn’t just one or two people wondering—it was almost everyone’s question.

The unusual behavior of the youth team players also caught the coach’s attention.

Warren Oliver also turned to look at Logan Grant, recalling what Maurice had told him: “They say that Chinese kid has a very strong learning ability...”

A very strong learning ability?

Judging by this, it’s probably not just a rumor...

Chapter 4: Fanatic Fan

On his first day with the São Paulo youth team, Logan Grant spent the entire day practicing juggling.

Even though, in the eyes of many youth team players, he had pretty much learned it all during the first training session in the morning.

But he kept practicing over and over.

Because to strengthen cellular memory, you have to repeat, repeat, and repeat again.

In this process, Logan Grant felt his feet gaining more and more control over the ball.

If, before today’s training, he still lacked even a basic understanding of the ball,

Now he had at least gotten a preliminary sense of the ball’s temperament.

That feeling of being able to control the ball so obediently with just his two feet was truly exhilarating.

He had never experienced it before—his first time playing soccer, he had just run up and kicked the ball off a cliff...

So this is what soccer is like!

After the first day of training, even though Logan Grant had only done the most basic drills, he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.