Han Zhilu shouldered his schoolbag, gave Chen Yu a deep bow, then turned and quickly ran off.
Castelli's gaze followed Han Zhilu, and he curiously asked what answer Baggio had given the boy.
He felt that after the phone call, Han Zhilu was like a completely different person.
Having worked in youth academy systems for many years, Castelli had seen countless kids. He felt that before, Han Zhilu's expression held the confusion, uncertainty, and apprehension about the future that was typical for a teenager.
But after that phone call, it was as if Han Zhilu had suddenly found his purpose in life. His gaze became incredibly resolute.
"It wasn't much," Chen Yu said with a smile. "Robert said that he has persevered until now simply because he loves the game."
Castelli nodded. That's what he had guessed.
With all of Baggio's injuries, he would have retired long ago if it weren't for his passion.
"By the way, what about his family? Do we need to intervene?" Castelli asked.
