The Road to Champion of the King of Spirits

Chapter 163 Every generation must have one who can fight
After all, Elven Athletics is different from other traditional sports in this world.

Because the earliest elves are alliance heavyweights!
When the old man of the Lin family was young, many famous trainers in the T1 league were still soldiers.

At that time, the World Cup was completely a competition field for the major leagues to show off their muscles!

Its significance is similar to that of joint military exercises.

The smell of gunpowder is extremely strong!
Therefore, many soldiers of the older generation value this honor very much. The glory of being a champion is no less than going to battle to kill the enemy and make meritorious service!
However, with the advancement of weapon technology and the innovation of war concepts, the modern army has become less and less dependent on the strength of elves.

Only then did elf competition gradually decouple from military competition and transform into a purer sports competition.

For nearly half a century, whether it is the Champions Cup or the World Cup, the military has long been out of touch.

But the fact that the military doesn't get involved doesn't mean that the soldiers don't care.

Mr. Lin has come all the way from the era when the World Cup was regarded as a military exercise. Even when he is old, he insists on watching the game every year.

And then often in the middle of the night I would get mad at myself...

So it's not hard to understand why he feels so much resentment towards the current professional circle.

Chen Mu couldn't answer right now.

To be precise, he has not stepped into the circle of professional sports yet.

The youth training camp is really not considered admission, at most it is considered to be queuing.

But even though he didn't answer the conversation, the old man of the Lin family was talking about it.

"Xiao Chen, don't get lost in that circle, you will lose all your energy in the end!

Come and join the army in two years. As long as you still have the energy and strength you have now, the old man, I will definitely pave the way for you! "

The old man of the Lin family was also outspoken, obviously he had a heart for Chen Mu's talent, and he didn't hide his intention of supporting him at all.

Lin Chen who was by the side couldn't help but smile wryly.

Grandpa, your genuine grandson is still standing here, isn't your kindness a little too crooked...

Why didn't I see you paving the way when I joined the army?

I am my own...

Chen Mu thanked him again and again, and he had done enough superficially, but he was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

His current body is still two years away from adulthood, and he is not in a hurry to decide the direction of future development.

For now, his interest in elf sports in the new era is quite strong.

He was the king of heaven 200 years ago, so it shouldn't be too much for him to aim to become a champion after 200 years, right?

He hasn't walked the road to the championship yet.

After finishing talking about relatively serious topics, the old man chatted with him again, and Liu Motong was inevitably mentioned in the middle, which made Lin Feng at the same table prick up his ears on the spot.

But then the topic quickly slipped to the newly born Huo Ibrahimovic in the backyard of the Lin family.

Speaking of Ibrahimovic, Mr. Lin suddenly had something to say.

"Speaking of our Ibrahimovic, didn't many of you favor the eldest brother of the quadruplets before? I remember quite a few of you, right? Who are they? Stand up and let the old man take a look."

As soon as the voice fell, many people at the surrounding tables immediately stood up and echoed.

"I, Mr. Lin, I'm the only one."

"Grandpa Lin, there is me, and there is me!"

"I also want to ask for an Ibrahimovic for the younger generation in my family, old man, do you think it is possible to give up?"

Chen Mu mixed in and raised his hands together.

Although he already has a lot of elves now, he still wants to claim one of the descendants of Zoib if conditions permit.

Even as a memento.

Mr. Lin has a straightforward temper. With a big wave of his hand, he said bluntly: "Forget about those who ask for pets for juniors. Every generation of the Ibrahimovic of our old Lin family always has one that can be beaten. I think this Ibrahimovic has great potential. I can't let you spoil it."

Saying "spoil" is actually a bit offensive, but everyone knows that Mr. Lin has such a temperament.

This is a stubborn old man who is almost 80 years old and can still watch the World Cup so that he can't sleep.

So no one was really angry, only a lot of people put down their hands helplessly.

But even so, there are still many people who insist on it.

Chen Mu took a quick look: there are three competitors left.

Two of them are in their 20s, and they should have come to ask for elves by themselves, and there is also a middle-aged man in his forties, who looks like he came to ask for the children at home.

Mr. Lin first looked at the middle-aged uncle.

"Xiao Wang, where's your Lin'er? Why didn't he come by himself?"

The middle-aged man who was called Xiao Wang hurriedly explained: "Isn't he busy with training? As you know, he just entered the profession this year."

"Ah!"

The old man of the Lin family didn't like Donghuang's professional circle, so he smiled unceremoniously, "I don't come to such an important thing as cultivating a relationship with an elf for the first time, so why should I ask for an elf?
Let's talk about it next time when he comes by himself, this litter won't belong to your family! "

Then he looked at the remaining three people including Chen Mu.

"As for you guys, go meet little Ibrahimovic first to see what the little guy likes, if the little guy doesn't like someone, then I have nothing to do with the old man.

If you like it, let the rest of you compete here. You can use the rules of the amateur game more simply, and only the winner can take away my little Ibrahimovic.

Our Lin family's Ibrahimovic, every generation always has one who can fight, and we can't entrust it to mediocrity! "

This old man Lin is in his eighties and still has a straight-forward manner, speaking directly when he has something to say, without any scruples.

Now Chen Mu immediately noticed: the eyes of the remaining two young people became sharper.

People fight for breath!

Those who can be invited to the old man's birthday banquet are either the juniors of the same military family, or the young talents in the army. No one likes being called mediocre for nothing, right?

Chen Mu also became interested at this time.

Every generation of the Lin family's Ibrahimovic always comes up with one that can only fight - this statement is quite to Chen Mu's appetite.

This is indeed a good strategy to maintain the inheritance of the ethnic group. It is a blessing that my Cao Yibu met such a family back then.

This kind of concept inheritance is much more reliable than Cao Yibu's merciless and crazy sowing. If there is no accident, it may really be able to pass on the ethnic group for thousands of years.

Since Chen Mu was lucky enough to meet him, he also wanted to contribute to this.

Just help Zoib to realize his ideal.

Then little Ibrahimovic was invited out, and the three of them got close one by one.

It's a pity that one person was rejected ugly when he came up.

Looking at little Ibrahimovic's disgusted expression, that person was extremely hurt, and felt a little more helpless towards this face-seeking world...

The remaining Chen Mu and the other person managed to gain the initial favor of Ibrahimovic.

Afterwards, it happened that dinner was almost finished, and the servants came over to collect the tableware and chopsticks in the yard. Many guests were not in a hurry to leave, and they all sat around the backyard, waiting to see the showdown that would determine the final ownership of little Ibrahimovic.

Chen Mu, against a young trainer in his twenties who also came from a military family!

(End of this chapter)