When Hu Lai returned home exhausted, he saw his mother standing at the door with an angry face.
"You still know how to come back?" Mom put her hands on her hips, full of aura.
Hu Lai shrank his neck and said nothing. He just walked along the wall and planned to go back to his room to put his schoolbag.
But his mother reached out and grabbed his arm: "You said you usually take advantage of your father's night shift to play football for a while. Why are you addicted to playing football now? What time is it? My food is hot
Twice!"
"Mom... I joined the school football team. As soon as the school team training ended, I rushed home..." Facing his mother, Hu Lai did not lie, because he knew that his mother did not object to him playing football.
of.
Despite this, when the mother heard her son say this, she took a breath: "You joined the school football team?!"
Hu Lai nodded.
"You don't know that your dad doesn't like you playing football?"
"Anyway, he doesn't know... As long as Mom, don't tell him..." Hu Lai had a smile on his face.
"What should I tell him?"
"Mom, love me again!" Hu Lai hugged her mother.
"Go away!" The mother pushed her son away, but in the end she did not say anything harsh about complaining to her husband. Instead, she stared at her son and sighed, "What are you doing... Just be nice."
Can’t you study?”
Hu Lai put down his schoolbag and said to his mother: "I study hard, Mom. I saw a scientific theory that proper exercise helps develop the brain. Exercise causes people to secrete dopamine, and dopamine can keep the brain excited and improve
Learning efficiency. So every time after playing football, I feel like I have endless energy and want to focus on books..."
"If you can, tell these nonsense again in front of your father. Wash your hands and eat!" The mother obviously didn't want to listen to her son's nonsense.
"Hey, okay!" Hu Lai picked up his schoolbag obediently, ran back to his room to put his schoolbag in, and then rushed to the toilet to wash his hands.
When passing by the dining table, he did not forget to use exaggerated movements - taking a deep breath towards the dining table - and exaggerated tone to flatter his mother: "Hmm -! It smells so good! The dishes my mother cooks are all delicious.
The most delicious food in the world!”
"You brat, you know how to be glib!" The mother raised her hands, but finally laughed helplessly.
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Li Qingqing held the rice bowl, but did not put rice into her mouth. Instead, she looked at her father who was eating happily opposite her.
The expression on her face changed for a while, and she finally made up her mind, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said to her father: "Dad, do you have any objections to that Hu Lai?"
Li Ziqiang raised his head and looked at his daughter in surprise: "Why did you say that suddenly?"
"The kick you passed to him was obviously very hard. You made him lose face in front of so many people."
"I did it to tell him what kind of passes he might receive in the game. The game is not a training. It always prepares you before receiving the slow and fluttering passes from your teammates..."
"Dad, is that the intensity of your passing in professional games?" Li Qingqing pouted. "Do you think such passing can happen in middle school students' games?"
"Why not?" Li Ziqiang put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and explained to his daughter. "Don't set in advance what situations will occur and what situations will not occur. Since it is training, you must consider all situations.
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"Is that so?" Li Qingqing stared at his father and asked.
"Of course it is. He is a forward, right? Judging from his talent, the first thing he has to do is to stop the ball. After all, in the penalty area, the space is small, and the ball given to him by his teammates will not
As comfortable as he is in other positions, because the opponent's defense will be tighter here... you understand this, right?"
Li Qingqing nodded, admitting that her father was right.
Hu Lai's talent allows him to become an excellent shooter and a point-grabbing forward. But that also means that he needs to rely on the passing of his teammates. If he can't stop the ball well, he really won't be able to kick it out.
"That pass seemed to you to be too hard. Indeed, I was very hard. But how do you know that in the game, no one will pass the ball too hard in a hurry? Do you want your teammates to give him every pass?
Is every pass delivered with just the right amount of force and angle?"
Facing his father's rhetorical question, Li Qingqing was completely speechless.
"So I didn't deliberately make things difficult for him, nor did I want to embarrass him - I didn't call those people around the sidelines." Li Ziqiang spread his hands and looked very patient when facing his daughter, and was not unreasonable with the unreasonable one on the training ground.
The devil coach in front of him is completely different.
Li Qingqing didn't speak. She frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about what her father said.
She had to admit that what her father said made sense, but why did she always feel that something was wrong?
Seeing that his daughter was still frowning, Li Ziqiang picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and asked casually: "By the way, I noticed that you seem to be very concerned about this Hu Lai..."
Li Qingqing was a little surprised: "Ah? Is there?"
"Yeah, you asked me specifically before what I thought of Hu Lai's performance in the test match, right?"
"Ah, yes, yes..." Li Qingqing panicked, and she defended. "Because he is my classmate, and I don't know many people on this team..."
"Luo Kai is also your classmate, right?" Li Ziqiang looked at his daughter calmly. "Why don't you care so much?"
"He?" Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I don't need to care about him, right? That's your favorite thing, dad."
"How to talk...eat!" Li Ziqiang waved his chopsticks.
"Okay, let's eat!" Li Qingqing obediently picked up the bowls and chopsticks. While eating, she quietly stuck out her tongue and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Li Ziqiang, on the other hand, looked at his daughter who thought he had escaped, lowering his head and concentrating on eating, with a dazed look in his eyes.
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As Hu Lai said, after playing football, he wanted to focus on books, but instead of studying, he wanted to rest on books.
Now he was lying lazily on the book, closing his eyes and experiencing a very mysterious feeling.
This is really a very mysterious feeling - he can feel that the training with the school team this afternoon has improved his basic skills. He knows that no one will believe this, but he really feels it.
own progress.
It is completely unreasonable and there is no way to quantify progress using data.
It's really just his personal feelings.
Real existence.
He guessed that this was the effect of the [Smart Potion] he had taken before.
All in all, what he had on the school team today was the first formal professional football training class in his life. Although Li Qingqing also taught him before, it was more of a practice to sharpen his skills before joining the team and test, as well as to him
Coordination training.
It seems that the effect of that potion is very good and powerful. This is my first class and there are such obvious changes. If I continue to practice like this, won't my progress be huge?
When he thought of this, Hu Lai no longer hated the vicious head coach, and fully understood and supported the training content he arranged for him.
That's right, I just don't have good basic skills, so come and train me hard, I will never refuse!
come on, baby!
yeah!
Thirty days later, when I am still on this team, I will definitely surprise all of you, hum!
Alas, if only the [Smart Potion] could be effective permanently...
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ps, I saw some people protesting my description of snail noodles in Chapter 30.
I have to say, this is my personal experience.
I have been particularly obsessed with snail noodles recently. I not only ordered a lot of snail noodles for takeout, but also cooked snail noodles at home. As a result, my wife drove me to the balcony to eat noodles alone...
One time when I went out to get takeout snail noodles, I smelled a stinky smell around me. I was still complaining in my mind that the property management was not doing its job and didn't even clean up the lawn when someone pooped. It wasn't until I got home and finished eating all the snail noodles that I realized what a poop it was.
The smell is my own snail noodle takeaway...
It was the first time I ate snail noodles at home and I thought it tasted pretty good and not as smelly as I expected. But as soon as my son came home and was sitting in the house changing his shoes, he suddenly shouted: "Mom! Why does the house smell like shit?!"
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My son doesn't know what snail noodles are, he only knows that there is a smell like shit in the house.
I think snail noodles are indeed smelly, but to me they taste better and the smell is not that obvious. But for some people, this is not the case. This smell can really make them nauseated.
Just like that canned herring, it was an Internet celebrity-level smelly food. Later I got a can and opened it on the rooftop with my relatives and ate it. The smell was just like that, not as bad as they made it sound, of course.
It doesn't smell good at all.
But many people are really intoxicated by canned herring, and the notorious reputation of canned herring is not an exaggeration.
I just objectively described the characteristics of snail noodles and made a meme using these characteristics.
Of course, if any readers from Guangxi are dissatisfied with this and think that I have insulted the local delicacies of their hometown, I can apologize to you. I did not mean to insult snail noodles. In fact, I like snail noodles very much. And I plan to go to Guangxi to eat the most delicious snail noodles in the future.
What about authentic snail noodles...
But I will not change even one word of that plot in my book, because if I change that plot, it will become untenable, unreasonable, and meaningless.
Some people say that you can change something, change a plot to show Hu Lai's cunning... But who made me particularly like eating snail noodles during this period, and I just thought of snail noodles when I was thinking about it?
I have no ill intentions toward snail noodles, and I even have a good impression of them. Really, I love snail noodles to death!