What number do you want to wear?

Alexander came to the sidelines, and the coach and teammates on the bench congratulated him one by one.

　　Everyone is so welcoming.

　　As soon as I sat down, two "dings" sounded in my ears.

　　"The main mission has been released, please check it."

　　"The side mission has been released, please pay attention to check it."

　　"Oh?"

　　Alexander lay back on the chair, covered his face with a towel, and turned on the system at the same time.

　　Sure enough, a new task interface appeared.

　　"Main mission one: the beginning of the beginning.

　　Task description: Obtain a formal professional contract.

　　Mission difficulty: half a star.

　　Reward: unique characteristic*1."

　　Half a star?

　　You mean just having hands?

　　Things that were previously coveted but unavailable can now be grasped without any effort.

　　Alexander felt an unreal feeling like a dream for the nth time today.

　　However, in this case, the feature of the reward would most likely be of little interest. After all, it came too easily, but the word "only" made him couldn't help but look forward to it.

　　It's very contradictory.

　　"Side Mission 1: Savior.

　　Task description: Single-handedly help Reading avoid relegation/win the championship.

　　Mission difficulty: 3 stars/6 stars.

　　Mission reward: Characteristic*1."

　　"…"

　　The one who is relegated is understandable, but the one who wins the championship is too much.

　　"Side Mission 2: New Gun King!

　　Task description: Become the top scorer in the Arsenal team.

　　Mission reward: Features*1.

　　Mission difficulty: two and a half stars. "

　　"Okay, I really hooked up with Wenger…"

　　"Side Mission 3: A decent send-off.

　　Task description: Help Manchester United win the league championship this season and bid farewell to Ferguson with a Premier League championship.

　　Mission difficulty: 1 star. "

　　"Ferguson? What does it have to do with Ferguson?"

　　Obviously, the side quests are one of three.

　　It was foreseeable that he would be able to catch Wenger's eye and let Reading take a beating, but Alexander was really confused as to where Ferguson came from.

　　But at least something was inferred.

1. Main missions reward unique features, while side missions reward common features;

2. Ferguson is retiring?

　　Then from second to third, who goes to Manchester United and who is SB at this time, the kind with a big name.

　　After Manchester United was acquired by the Glazer family, the various tricks they did were not directed at Ferguson…

　　At the same time, Alexander also discovered something very interesting, that is, this system seems to be not only used as a system, but also as a prophet.

　　In just half a day of contact, he had already obtained a lot of information from it.

　　For example, in the future, there will be a very good kid named Haaland in football. For example, Ferguson will retire this season, or simply disappear. For example, if nothing unexpected happens, should Manchester United be the Premier League champion this season?

　　After all, the difficulty of Side Mission 3 is only 1 star. This can basically be inferred that Manchester United can win the championship with or without me. If I do it myself, it is the icing on the cake.

　　The remaining ten minutes of the game were nothing to watch, and the referee blew the whistle in a hurry before stoppage time even ran out.

　　Isabella waved, and Alexander quickly walked over.

　　"Wenger invited me and your dad to his office, and Martin Ferguson also expressed his interest in you."

　　Alexander looked strange and whispered: "Is this considered an illegal operation?"

　　Isabella stood on tiptoes, pinched his face hard, and smiled proudly, "As long as I can sign you, the old man doesn't care anymore."

　　"…"

　　What is this? He was originally here to compete, but ended up being kicked and turned into the opponent's partner?

　　Okay, all right…

　　But in fact, Wenger had already blown away Alexander with the fifth kick. But when he heard that he had scored ten goals in the end, the professor who thought he could face all kinds of monsters calmly still couldn't bear it. I was in a daze for a moment.

　　If he only listened to the result, he might not be so shocked. After all, there are many strange things in the football world, and he doesn't care about one or two more things. But the problem is that he has seen the process.

　　He knew that the kid's ability to score so many goals had nothing to do with any other messy reasons, but that he just had that ability.

　　Although he couldn't understand why this kind of person had remained unknown for so long, but no matter what, it was not uncommon for a genius to suddenly realize something.

　　I have to say that Wenger now really wants a center forward.

　　In the just-concluded 23rd round of the Premier League, Arsenal was defeated 2-1 by Chelsea, the first time in four years that Arsenal was beaten twice by the opponent.

　　Last season, Arsenal relied on Robin van Persie's hat-trick to reverse and defeat Chelsea 5-3 in the away game.

　　What makes him even more crazy is that Van Persie recently represented Manchester United and scored in 5 consecutive league games. He led the scorer list and also brought Manchester United to the first position in the standings.

　　This seems to be telling everyone that Van Persie is still Van Persie after leaving Arsenal, and Arsenal cannot even save Arsenal without Van Persie.

　　This makes it difficult for him not to have the idea of quickly finding a replacement for Van Persie.

　　…

　　At the end of the game, after the Reading youth team returned home, John arrived belatedly. As soon as he arrived at the door, he was invited to an office by the staff of the Kearney training base with a confused look on his face.

　　My wife was drinking tea with a familiar old man in the office, looking very happy.

　　Wenger stood up and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Smith, I am Wenger Arsene.You can just call me Arsene."

　　Of course John knew he was Wenger, but what he couldn't understand was why his wife was here.

　　He looked at Isabella first and then at Wenger, "Hello, Mr. Arsene, I think I need an explanation."

　　"It seems that your wife didn't tell you that your son played a game with our youth team," Wenger made a gesture to sit down. "You can't believe what I saw."

　　John sat down next to Isabella, "I guess he must have done something special?"

　　Isabella said: "He scored a few goals."

　　Wenger, who said he likes tea, helped John pour the tea in a half-baked way.

　　John didn't comment on how he filled the teacup directly, he just picked it up and took a sip.

　　He was in a hurry, and he was actually a little thirsty, but even though he was still taking his time at this time, he knew in his heart that the old man was most likely interested in his son.

　　But…how is that possible?

　　With Alexander's character, if he could make it to Reading's first team, he would have to rush back to see if the smoke was rising from his ancestral graves.

　　Arsenal? Or was it Wenger's personal invitation, and it was almost the highest-level invitation? What did that kid do?

　　Wenger himself revealed the answer for him: "To be precise, he scored ten goals."

　　"Pfft! Cough cough cough, sorry sorry…"

　　Fortunately, he turned his face quickly and didn't look at Professor, otherwise the fun would have been much greater.

　　After taking the handkerchief handed over by his wife and glaring at the gloating opponent, John continued to look at Wenger, "You mean…"

　　"Yes, you heard it right, one game, ten goals, your son, Alexander."

　　"Well, it sounds like he did a good job," John immediately started shaking, "better than I thought."

　　"I must admit, they gave me a big surprise," Wenger said straight away. "I decided to sign him. He is the player I need. I want him to appear at the Emirates Stadium next month."

　　Isabella said: "But I just promised Martin…"

　　"Sorry," Wenger suppressed the irritation and tried to use a calm tone, "If this is your negotiation skill, then there is no need. Just put forward your conditions directly, and I will satisfy you as much as possible. I believe in my own vision and that kid deserves what I do."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, John's cell phone rang.

　　He gave Wenger an apologetic look, looked down and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and was about to hang up when Isabella stepped on his foot calmly.

　　John understood instantly and said to Wenger: "Sorry, can I go and take a call first?"

　　"sure."

　　John went out with his cell phone and returned in high spirits after ten minutes.

　　"Well, first of all, let me explain that this is not a boring negotiation method, but…" John raised his mobile phone, "It's really Ferguson calling, Martin Ferguson, well, it seems that he has also heard about ten It's about the ball."

　　"So?" Wenger said, "Are you going to let him serve as a substitute for Van Persie and Rooney?"

　　The couple's eyes lit up almost at the same time.

　　Here comes the point…

　　"So what you're saying is," John said with a faint smile on his gentle face, "he can be the main player at Arsenal?"

　　"First of all, we need to make it clear that one game is not convincing enough, especially it is just a game between children, so I will give him two or three games to prove himself.

　　I need him to tell me with facts, preferably with goals, that I am not dim-sighted and that my judgment is still correct, just like when I brought Henry from Juventus and Fabre from La Masia. Same as when Gas was. "

　　"Three games?" John frowned, "Too few, you know, he needs to adapt."

　　Isabella added: "How long did it take Henry to adapt at Arsenal before he started scoring goals?"

　　"Um, 9 games or 10 games?"

　　Wenger said with a dark face: "7 games."

　　"Oh," John nodded, "I remember, he only scored his first goal in Arsenal in the eighth game, and then went through another eight-game scoring drought, and then what we have The familiar Henry, well, as you can see, I am a fan of Henry. From this aspect, I very much hope that Alexander will join Arsenal, provided that…"

　　Wenger interrupted: "You can trust me in this regard, I have enough patience with young people."

　　"Don't use such words to deal with me, I need a clear answer, eight games or nine games?"

　　"Okay," Wenger conceded, "eight games, at least three league games."

　　"Then the next step is his own opinion…"

　　At the same time, Martin Ferguson, who had just ended the call with John, dialed a number again.

　　He is not in England now, but in Germany, but has decided to rush back tomorrow.

　　The call was connected, and the grumpy old man's voice came from the receiver, "What's wrong, Martin? What surprise are you bringing me back this time?"

　　More than half of the league has passed, and Manchester United leads the standings, especially Robin van Persie who continues to shine. His biggest investment in the summer has not become a joke. Sir Alex is now in a good mood – if it weren't for that damn body that was protesting at every turn. If...

　　"A player who scores 10 goals a game."

　　"Huh?" Ferguson's first reaction was to think about today's date and then asked after realizing it was not April Fool's Day, "Has the defense of German football fallen to this level?"

　　"No, it's the defense of English football," Martin said. "I think you are about to receive the news. Alexander, the forward of the Reading youth team, just scored 10 goals in the game against the Arsenal youth team. Goal."

　　"…Then we have to pray that Wenger has diarrhea today and misses something interesting."

　　"But in fact, not only did he not have diarrhea, he also happened to be there to watch the game."

　　"What do you want me to do?"

　　"It's up to you. If you want him, the biggest opponent is not Reading, but Arsenal, which means we have to pay a higher price, but I haven't watched his game, so I can't give you anything. Useful advice.

In addition, I have to remind you again that there are only three days until the transfer window closes, leaving you not much time to think about it. Maybe you can look for some of his game videos now and then decide whether to follow competition. "

　　"No need to think about it, I believe in Wenger's vision."

　　Because it really smells good when used by Van Persie…

　　In line with the principle of preferring to kill the wrong person before letting go, the old man decided to talk to the kid tomorrow.

　　…

　　Wenger is taking action and Ferguson is ready to go. Here, Alexander, who has returned to the Hogwood training base, has also received a notice to train with the first team tomorrow.

　　Ten goals in a single game would soon shock the whole of England, but Reading coach McDermott only showed limited interest in him.

　　For a very simple reason, it was easier for him than anyone else to get Alexander's detailed information and know what this kid was like before this game.

　　In addition, McDermott is in a state of panic right now. He may have to pack up and leave tomorrow morning. He really doesn't have the energy to pay attention to a so-called young genius who suddenly appears.

　　It will take Henry more than ten games to adapt to the Premier League. What about this kid? It might be five or six games, it might be fifteen or sixteen games, it might be five or six years, but that has nothing to do with him.

　　As for leaving a spark of fire for Redding… I'm sorry, it was his greatest kindness not to plant a landmine before leaving.

　　He didn't know that he had just personally let go of his only chance to change his fate.

　　The friends of the youth team congratulated Alexander again. Lake proposed to celebrate for him, but at the age of 17, he could not even enter a bar. The so-called celebration was just the same group of people coming to his house to eat, drink, play games and at most sneak peeks. Click on a movie about goblins fighting.

　　Alexander is essentially a quiet person, so he naturally rejected such a suggestion without even thinking about it.

　　In the UK, you can apply for a temporary driver's license at the age of 16, and you can drive at the age of 17. Most of the teammates already have their own cars, and they will disappear as soon as they step on the accelerator.

　　Alexander also had his own car a long time ago, and it was a self-propelled car…

　　I rode my little broken car back home leisurely, and my parents came back not long after.

　　But what he never imagined was that there were three other people with them.

　　Three people who are famous in English football.

　　Alexander hid his surprise well and politely said to the old man whom he had just met in the afternoon: "Hello, Mr. Arsène."

　　"Hello, Alexander, have you decided what number to wear?" Wenger also smiled gently, "How about No. 11?"