Chapter 81

Listen, listen, listen, listen! This is Liu Hao's true identity now.

Since moving to Qingdao, Liu Hao's career has also changed; it's no longer possible for him to only report to the club and the team on weekends as before.

Since the club has publicly stated that Liu Hao is their image ambassador, they might as well let him truly take on this role.

At the same time, he also needs to follow the team for regular training, although the intensity is much less compared to others.

The afternoon before the second leg of the FA Cup match against Shandong Luneng, Li Xiaopeng gave the team a half-day off, but he held onto Liu Hao.

"Xiaohao, do you have anything special to do this afternoon?"

It's rare to see Li Xiaopeng smile so brightly.

Is he going to make me train more? Li Xiaopeng's smile seems a bit mischievous.

"Nothing special, just feeling a bit tired..." Liu Hao thought to himself, trying to avoid extra training.

"Uh-huh," Li Xiaopeng mused, "If you're tired, you should relax a bit. Overtraining is indeed not good, but moderate exercise can help relax your muscles."

This sounds contradictory. If I'm already tired, why exercise? Liu Hao became even more suspicious of Li Xiaopeng's intentions.

"Coach Li, are you referring to bed exercises? I've heard that bed exercises can indeed relax both body and mind, but they often lead to over-relaxation, right?" Liu Hao feigned surprise. Many Brazilian stars have said that pre-game intimacy can help improve performance; Romario often did this, but it's unclear if it's true.

"..." Li Xiaopeng's smile froze, "What are you talking about? I think you can practice free kicks this afternoon to prepare for tomorrow's match."

Didn't we already practice in the morning? Why more practice...

"Our son Tian'er admires you a lot. If you have time, could you give him some guidance? You don't have anything to do this afternoon, so why not teach him a few tricks?" Li Xiaopeng thought for a moment and finally explained, blushing a bit. What a situation, he himself is a free-kick expert, but his son doesn't care and wants Liu Hao to teach him, which is a bit embarrassing!

Tian'er? Li Tian'er... Liu Hao was slightly taken aback, never expecting Li Xiaopeng's son to have such a name. Why name him Li Tian'er? Is he a cousin to Li Tianyi? Liu Hao thought darkly.

He didn't know that Li Xiaopeng's son was originally named Li Tianyi, but because of the notorious Li Tianyi in Beijing, he had to change his son's name to Li Tian'er...

Even with the change, this name is destined to be associated with Li Tianyi.

"Sure, Tian'er is so passionate about football, and with a father like you who has such skills, he definitely has a bright future." This complimented both father and son.

"Haha, don't flatter me. If Tian'er has a future, you must be his master." Li Xiaopeng laughed and patted Liu Hao's shoulder.

Since Liu Hao is younger and under Li Xiaopeng, the pat on the shoulder is a sign of recognition. From Li Xiaopeng's expression, it seems he wants Liu Hao to take his son as a disciple.

Damn, you sly dog! Liu Hao cursed in his heart, never expecting Li Xiaopeng to have this plan. But if he refuses, it would be hypocritical. He does have a good free-kick, so how can he refuse such a small favor?

Moreover... Li Tian'er, as if he had agreed with his father, was already eagerly carrying a football into the training ground, looking forward to meeting his master.

Seeing Liu Hao, he immediately called out, "Uncle Hao, hello!"

Uncle Hao... Good one, Li Xiaopeng, you're moving fast, almost calling me master.

"Tian'er, do you have classes today? We can play football anytime, Uncle Hao has plenty of time."

"Tian'er, from now on, you should call Uncle Hao 'master'!" Li Xiaopeng gave Li Tian'er a hard pat on the back and pushed him forward a couple of steps.

This... I don't have the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms or the Nine Yang Divine Skill! I didn't expect to take on a disciple so easily. Is it really this simple to take on a disciple?

When I retire, can I open a football school to specifically teach free-kicks? I won't teach anything else, just free-kicks, treating it as a professional skill...

Thinking about it, it seems feasible?

If a star player has poor free-kick skills, they could come to his school for training, which might even improve their overall performance...

If this really happens, will there be more free-kick experts in the international football scene?

"Master!" Li Tian'er, like his nominal older brother, is sweet and quick to follow his father's instructions.

"Tian'er, don't be so formal. Just call me Uncle Hao in the future. Calling me master feels a bit strange." Liu Hao smiled, naturally agreeing to this.

No wonder they are father and son. If I remember correctly, Li Xiaopeng was originally named Li Xiaopeng, but because his name was the same as a certain leader, he changed it to Li Xiaopeng. Now his son has a similar situation...

"Then I'll leave Tian'er to you!" Li Xiaopeng smiled brightly and happily, easily handing his son over to Liu Hao. This is almost like buying him insurance if his son wants to pursue a career in football!

After saying that, he quickly left, acting very sly.

Damn, is it because his wife asked him to take care of the child this afternoon, and he left it to me while he secretly goes to meet his mistress? Liu Hao looked at Li Xiaopeng's disappearing back with a wry smile.

"Uncle Hao, when can we start learning your ultimate skill?" Li Tian'er was excited, eager to start learning.

But how easy is it to learn this? Liu Hao was also troubled. Although he can kick impressive free-kicks, he doesn't have a systematic teaching method.

Even though he has summarized it to some extent, to teach someone, he needs a lesson plan... He should ask his wife how to write a lesson plan. Otherwise, he might end up ruining the student instead of teaching them...

"Tian'er, you've watched too much Captain Tsubasa. Uncle doesn't have any ultimate skills. Free-kicks require diligent practice. Do you know how many years Uncle practiced to achieve this level?" Liu Hao held up two fingers in front of Li Tian'er.

"Two years? Not long, I can do it!" Li Tian'er's innocent eyes were full of expectation, and he patted his chest with his right hand.

"No, twenty years!" Liu Hao answered seriously, "It takes ten years to forge a sword, and Uncle took twenty years..."