Zhou Shijie said, "I've been here for almost half a year. The coaches teach in Spanish, and although we usually have translators, it's still not as easy to understand the finer points of technical instruction as it would be in our native language. I'm so happy I got to learn from you today, senior."
Watching this, Wang Yi felt a warm glow inside. He knew it wasn't easy for these kids to be abroad: far from home, struggling with the language, and enduring tough training. Yet not one of them had ever complained about being tired. They were all determined to play well and bring honor to their country one day.
The group headed to the Youth Training Building. The first floor housed the changing rooms and equipment room.
In the changing room, every child had their own locker, with their name and number on it. Their jerseys, cleats, and protective gear were neatly arranged inside.
Not a thing was out of place.
The equipment room had everything from shin guards and fitness trackers to strength-training equipment and rehabilitation devices. Each child's training records were stored on the coaches' tablets, with every detail meticulously logged: heart rate, distance covered, and passing success rate.
The second floor housed the Academic Classroom and Tactical Analysis Room. In the Academic Classroom, a few children were reading between training sessions. There were Spanish textbooks as well as math and Chinese textbooks.
Wang Yi went inside and gently leafed through the books. They were all textbooks from China, which he had specifically arranged to have sent over.
He said that the children couldn't afford to neglect their studies just because they'd come abroad to play football. Even if they didn't make it as players, they could still have other options in the future.
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