When Xiong Jiahui finished washing and sat at the dining table, preparing to have breakfast, his father waved to him: "Come, son."
As he spoke, he also took out his mobile phone.
Xiong Jiahui was confused: "What are you doing?"
He moved closer and saw his father reopening a paused video:
"... In a Champions League quarter-final that ended early this morning, Madrid Pirates faced Tramed at home. This much-anticipated Champions League 'Chinese Derby' ended in..."
Xiong Jiahui suddenly shouted, and then quickly turned off the phone screen at a speed that even his father could not react.
His father looked at him in surprise, and his mother next to him was also startled and yelled: "What are you doing! You were so surprised! My buns almost made you scare away!"
When her son suddenly shouted, the bun in her hand almost fell off the table.
The father also came back to his senses and frowned at his son who was behaving strangely: "What is your reaction? Don't you want to watch the Champions League? I have to stay up late to watch the live broadcast. Now I am kind enough to show you the highlights..."
Xiong Jiahui quickly shook his head: "I want to watch it, but I don't want to be spoiled!"
"Spoiled? What spoiler?"
"This is a spoiler! Our Director Hu has promised to find time to show us the game replay video later. As long as I don't know the score and the result before then, isn't it no different from watching the live broadcast?"
Seeing how plausibly the son was speaking, both the father and the mother were dumbfounded.
"You know how much attention this game has? Is this something you want to be able to do without being spoiled?"
Xiong Jiahui said stubbornly: "Then I don't care, I will treat the replay as a live broadcast!"
"Tsk, you kid..." The mother's temper is a bit more violent, and she wants to scold her when she opens her mouth.
But the father held his hand: "Okay, just see if you can avoid being spoiled."
Then he turned to his wife and said, "Let society educate him."
Xiong Jiahui was still a little unconvinced. He bit the steamed bun very hard, as if he had a grudge against the steamed bun.
Seeing his appearance, his parents looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
My own child knows that if he is stubborn, he will not be able to get it back. Now he will not listen to anything, so he can only go out by himself and find that this game is being discussed everywhere. Even if he covers his ears, it will not help. I'm afraid it won't help.
Only then will you realize that such a childish approach is useless.
But then...what's the point of knowing?
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When Xiong Jiahui passed by the school gate, he heard some classmates talking loudly about the "Dongchuan Middle School Derby" in the early morning.
"Oh! The competition was so exciting! In the end, I almost thought..."
Xiong Jiahui hurriedly ran past the group of people who said this. It was not until he was sure that he could no longer hear the loud talk that he slowed down and walked towards his classroom.
But before I took two steps, I heard voices discussing the game again.
So he could only speed up and change direction again.
Just like this, he finally reached the door of the classroom in a roundabout way, and then he was hugged by Zou Yuze: "Aha, Xiong Jiahui!"
Xiong Jiahui looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Say hello..." Zou Yuze was a little surprised by Xiong Jiahui's attitude.
"Stay away from me, Zou Yuze." Xiong Jiahui pushed him away.
Zou Yuze only thought that Xiong Jiahui was still complaining about his "false transmission of the imperial edict" and said everywhere: "Oh, Xiong Jiahui, haven't I apologized to you? Don't always catch my little mistakes.
!People can not escape from doing wrong?"
Xiong Jiahui glared at him: "I didn't mean that, I was afraid that you, a big mouth, would tell me the result of the Champions League match in the early morning!"
Zou Yuze smiled happily and said: "Eh? How do you know that I am here to tell you about the Champions League? Let me tell you, the Champions League this morning was wonderful... Uh-huh!"
He couldn't finish his words because his mouth was covered by Xiong Jiahui.
After finally breaking free from Xiong Jiahui, he asked in shock: "What are you doing!"
"No spoilers!"
"What kind of spoiler is this?" Zou Yuze was confused, "You have to watch the replay, brother."
"I want to watch the replay as a live broadcast! It would be boring if I knew the result and score in advance!"
Zou Yuze stared blankly at Xiong Jiahui who said this. After a while, he frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with your mind? You can block my mouth, but you can block the mouths of the whole school."
?Besides, Director Hu didn’t say when to watch the replay. If he waits until next week to show the replay, can you guarantee that you won’t hear any news about that game in the past few days?”
Xiong Jiahui shook his head: "I don't care. Anyway, I won't be defeated!"
"Fine……"
Seeing that Xiong Jiahui was so stubborn, Zou Yuze couldn't say anything else, so he just kept silent.
But he hummed in his heart: I want to see how long you can last without being spoiled!
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When the bell rang, Zou Yuze saw Xiong Jiahui walking out of the classroom door almost at the same time as the teacher, but the teacher went through the front door, and he took the back door...
Xiong Jiahui's voice has already come from far away: "I can't hold it in anymore, Teacher Wang!"
The students in the class burst out laughing when they heard this.
Teacher Wang smiled helplessly and shook his head, then left the classroom with his book under his arm.
Zou Yuze also shook his head when he saw the classroom filled with joy.
It wasn't until the second before the school bell rang that Xiong Jiahui returned to the classroom like a breeze.
As soon as he came back, some classmates jokingly asked him: "Xiong Jiahui, have you fallen into the pit?"
Xiong Jiahui ignored them and sat back in his seat.
My deskmate Zou Zeyu immediately came up and asked in a low voice: "Where have you gone?"
"Garbage dump."
"Damn..." Zou Yuze, who had been approaching me, quickly pinched his nose and retreated. "Why are you running there?"
"There are few people there, so there won't be any spoilers."
"..." Zou Yuze pinched his nose with one hand and gave Xiong Jiahui a thumbs up with the other hand, "You are awesome!"
The head teacher, Mr. Sun, walked up to the podium and the class leader shouted: "Stand up!"
Zou Yuze and Xiong Jiahui stood up from their seats together and bowed to the head teacher: "Hello, teacher!"
"Hello students."
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The head teacher, Mr. Sun, was giving a lecture on the podium. Although Xiong Jiahui was sitting at the desk, looking like he was listening carefully, he was a little distracted and his mind was wandering.
All he could think about now was the game early this morning.
What was the final result? Did Hu Lai win? How did Luo Kai perform? How many goals were scored? How were they scored?
He did a pretty good job of preventing spoilers, but he felt as if he had been scratched by a cat.
Ahhhh! I really want to watch the game!
Just when Xiong Jiahui was scratching his head, he suddenly heard his classmates whispering from behind:
"...Hu Lai's ball is so imaginative..."
When Xiong Jiahui heard this, he suddenly stood up from his seat and said loudly: "Report!"
Teacher Sun, the head teacher who was giving a lecture, cast his gaze over: "What's going on?"
"Report to Teacher Sun! The two of them are talking in class!"
Xiong Jiahui turned sideways and pointed his hand at the two classmates diagonally behind him.
The two people he pointed at: (⊙?⊙)(⊙?⊙)
Zou Zeyu next to him: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
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Before the school team training started, Hu Lixin asked Coach Wang to gather the fifth and sixth grade players individually because he had something to announce.
However, after scanning the whole place, he didn't see the figure that concerned him very much, so he asked: "Where is Xiong Jiahui?"
Zou Yuze raised his hand first, then pointed to the corner of the stadium podium: "Director Hu, where is Xiong Jiahui..."
Hu Lixin turned his head in the direction of his finger, and sure enough he saw Xiong Jiahui peeking out from the corner under the rostrum.
He couldn't help but yelled loudly: "Xiong Jiahui, what are you doing! Training has started and you haven't come yet?! Come here quickly!"
Although Xiong Jiahui was a little reluctant, he still ran over with his head lowered amid the roar of laughter from his teammates.
"Tell me, why didn't you come after training? What are you doing hiding there?" Hu Lixin crossed his arms and looked at Xiong Jiahui, who had a low eyebrow.
"They kept talking about the Champions League. I don't want to be spoiled." Xiong Jiahui pointed at his teammates in front of him and said aggrievedly.
Hu Lixin really didn't expect this to be the reason. He was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a dumbfounded way: "That's it?"
"I've been on guard all day, Director Hu!"
Hu Lixin was speechless. He took a few deep breaths before adjusting his emotions, and then said: "Just in time, I asked you to come just to inform you that today's training has been temporarily canceled and will be changed to watching game replays. So you don't have to worry.
Hiding in Tibet."
Xiong Jiahui was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then cheered: "So wild!!"
Looking at the excited child in front of him, Hu Lixin smiled and shook his head.
Although it is very naughty and gives people a headache.
But for some reason, Hu Lixin saw some shadows of his son Hu Lai in this child...
He suddenly felt a little emotional.
If I had not suppressed my son like that, would Hu Lai's childhood memories be more sweet than bitter?