Xie Lan was furious when she saw her son standing in front of her like a mud monkey. She raised her arm, but the slap was not slapped down in the end. She just sighed heavily: "You are like this."
If your father sees you, you won’t be able to escape with a beating!”
"I fell while riding a bicycle!" Hu Lai defended. "I'm obviously the victim, why do I still get beaten?"
"You're lying! Do you think your dad will believe your lies? Go take a shower quickly, take off your clothes and don't throw them in the washing machine. I have to rub the mud off for you first... Can't you save me some trouble?" After that,
Xie Lan turned around and walked to the kitchen where vegetables were still being stir-fried in a pot.
Behind her, Hu Lai asked: "Mom, does my dad not let me play football because he knows that I have no talent for football?"
Xie Lan paused as he walked towards the kitchen. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"That's right, my dad obviously doesn't let me play football because he hates football." After saying that, Hu Lai turned to the toilet.
Xie Lan looked back at his son's back and sighed softly.
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Under an orange light, there is a small square table. On the table are two plates of vegetables and a pot of soup. There are both meat and vegetables, but the portions are not large.
"Qingqing, how do you feel about your first day at school? How do you get along with your classmates?" Li Ziqiang asked his daughter opposite while holding his rice bowl.
But the daughter did not respond.
"Qingqing?"
Li Ziqiang looked up at his daughter and found that her eyes were out of focus and she was obviously distracted.
He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his daughter's eyes, and her eyes regained focus.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Ah, it's nothing. My classmates are all very friendly to me... By the way, Dad, there is a guy in our class who plays football very well. He should be selected for the school team, right?"
"You mean Luo Kai, right?" Li Ziqiang nodded. "I heard. If nothing else happens, he should be selected. He is the strongest among the freshmen in high school."
Li Qingqing thought of Hu Lai again. That man actually wanted to join the school team... The two of them were obviously different, one was in the sky and the other was on the earth.
I just said that to make him give up the useless struggle as soon as possible. After all, instead of being rejected by the school team in front of everyone, it would be better to give up now, right?
When Li Qingqing was thinking this, the back figure under the sunset came into her mind again.
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In the cramped bathroom, Hu Lai lowered his head and stood under the faucet, letting the hot water rush onto the back of his neck.
Li Qingqing's words still echoed in his ears:
"You can't even play football in class physical education class, so you still want to join the school team and play in inter-school competitions?"
"You are not suitable for playing football. If you have poor coordination, you will not be able to play football well."
So my training was in vain?
My body is not suitable for playing football?
Are those people justified in laughing at me?
I should actually go eat chicken with Fatty Song?
I'll eat his grandma's mouth!
When Hu Lai thought about Luo Kai's arrogant appearance and how proud his number one henchman Li Zhiqun would be, he felt a breath in his chest that he couldn't let go, and it felt very uncomfortable.
Just because of a few words from others, do you have to deny your hard work and dreams?
I don’t believe in evil!
"Hu Lai! How long do you have to take a shower? Do you want to eat yet?!"
Mother's roar sounded outside the bathroom.
"Come on, come on!" Hu Lai put his head in the water, stretched out his hands and rubbed it a few times, then hurriedly turned off the water.
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After taking a shower, Li Qingqing sat in front of her desk. The desk was right next to the window. If she poked her head slightly, she could see the open space where she and Hu Lai played football in the afternoon.
It was pitch black now, but Li Qingqing's eyes still penetrated the darkness, staring at a place where Hu Lai's football was hidden.
Will that person... give up?
You should have given up already, right?
In fact, it’s good to give up. If you like football, just play it for fun. Why do you have to join the school team? Only a few people can join the school team? Are there so many people who have not joined the school team that they don’t deserve to like football? As long as
If you really like football, what difference does it make where you play it?
Although poor coordination can be improved through training, it is only a month away from the school team selection. How can it be so easy to improve based on the boy's foundation?
Moreover, the golden age for coordination training is from eight to thirteen years old. Even if it can be improved through training later, the effect will be very limited.
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Hu Lai was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. From behind, he could only see a figure studying hard, but his little movements in front could not be seen. He was looking up a question on his mobile phone: "How to practice if you have poor coordination?"
His brain has already reacted.
He admitted that he had poor coordination and that he also had all the problems pointed out by the girl.
But can’t it be trained if coordination is not good?
I have improved my coordination through training, but now I can play football. Can I join the school team?
The only trouble is that he only has one month left. In this month, he has to practice his coordination to the point where he can participate in the school team selection.
Hu Lai stared at the coordination training methods on the phone screen and frowned.
No matter which method is used, it shows that coordination training is long-term and cannot be effective in a short time. In normal football youth training, coordination training must be dedicated to twenty minutes in each training session.
, and people have been doing this kind of training since they were very young. Is it too late for me to become a monk halfway?
No matter how you look at it, it seems impossible to do it before the school team selection...
So do you want to give up?
Hu Lai shook his head. He would not give up. He would try his best in this month and then try again.
He believes that hard work will pay off.
At this moment, Hu Lai suddenly heard a ding-dong sound in his mind.
An emotionless voice sounded closer: "Do you want to play football?"
Hu Lai was so frightened that he sat upright in his chair: "Dad? Are you back so early?"
No one answered him, only the emotionless voice repeated: "Do you want to play football?"
Only then did Hu Lai realize that this voice might not come from his father. At least, no matter how serious his father was, it would not be this voice...
So he secretly turned his head and glanced back. The door to the room was closed tightly without any gaps.
He looked around the corners of the room again. There was no one in the small room except himself.
The emotionless voice sounded again: "Do you want to play football?"
Only then did Hu Lai realize that the voice didn't seem to be coming from behind him or from any other direction, but appeared directly in his mind.
This is... a system?
Hu Lai, who usually reads online novels, immediately came up with such an idea.
Just when he was still thinking wildly, the emotionless voice in his mind rang again: "No response, exit in five seconds, five, four..."
Hu Lai was shocked: What kind of system is this? It’s time-limited?!
At this time, he couldn't think about what system this was and why it appeared in his mind. He nodded quickly: "Think about it! Think about it! I miss you so much! Coach, I want to play football."
ah!"
Just after Hu Lai responded, there was another "ding dong" in his mind, and then the emotionless voice sounded again: "Mission: Become the most handsome boy in front of the teachers and students in the school. Mission reward: Novice gift pack."
Almost at the same time, Hu Lai found that a picture was generated in his mind. The picture showed the text of the task, and he could also see a treasure box as a reward for the task, shining with golden light and floating in the air.
"Damn, what a system!"
After being stunned for a moment by this scene, Hu Lai exclaimed.
"What kind of system is this..."
As soon as his question came to mind, the picture shook and turned into a few big words before his eyes: Dream Football World.
Hu Lai finally understood where the game that disappeared after flashing back that day went...
Daqing has become a system!
Looking at these glittering characters, Hu Lai rubbed his hands in excitement.
I didn’t expect that playing a game would become a reality. This is awesome!
He accepted the existence of the system almost effortlessly, and didn't mind at all that an emotionless voice would sound in his head.
After all, the whole world has traveled through time, so what does it mean to have an extra system in my mind?
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