"...I learned about Li Qingqing's injury on the news. It just so happened that we were playing Wuzhou Dongshan away from home in this round of the league. I thought we had to fly to Shanhai anyway, so I just stopped by to see her... The thing is
That’s it, coach, I really didn’t expect you to come too!”
Hu Lai was sitting on the sofa with half his buttocks, his body straight, and he was explaining to Li Ziqiang, who was sitting on the sofa opposite.
Li Qingqing was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the two men in front of him with wide eyes. His eyes fell on Hu Lai for a while, and then fell on his father.
Her father leaned on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at Hu Lai carefully, hummed, and then turned to his daughter: "Qingqing, didn't you tell him?"
"What's there to say, Dad?" Li Qingqing said with a smile. "He will come as soon as he comes. What does it matter whether you are here or not? Do I need to tell him specifically?"
Li Ziqiang thought for a moment and felt that what his daughter said seemed to make sense. When he came, it would be strange if his daughter said a special message to Hu Lai...
Then he turned his attention to Hu Lai again. When he looked over, the boy quickly straightened up on the sofa and smiled at him.
This smile really makes people feel stupid.
Li Ziqiang couldn't help but frown.
So he said: "Okay, now that you have seen the person, you can leave."
Hu Lai:???
Li Qingqing said coquettishly from the side: "Dad, how can I be like you? When a friend comes to see me, do you really let me go after just one look?"
Li Ziqiang pointed at Hu Lai and asked: "Is he your friend?"
"Ah, what else?" the daughter asked.
"He came to see you by the way. If he doesn't leave, he might not be able to catch the plane back," Li Ziqiang said.
Hu Lai said quickly: "Well, coach... I booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon..."
Li Ziqiang glanced at him and said calmly: "Qingqing, if you hadn't told me earlier, I only cooked enough for the two of us."
"Coach is fine, I can just eat vegetables." Hu Lai assured, patting his chest.
Li Ziqiang took a deep breath, finally held it back, and then stood up: "I'll cook, and you guys can chat slowly."
When he walked into the kitchen, he heard Hu Lai asking his daughter in the living room: "Is the injury better?"
At the same time, Li Qingqing received a WeChat message on her mobile phone.
Hu Lai: "Why didn't you tell me your dad was coming?"
Li Qingqing replied to the message on her mobile phone and said: "It's much better. Now my dad takes me to physical therapy every day..."
Li Qingqing: "You won't come if I tell you?"
"How long does the doctor say it will take to recover?"
Hu Lai: "That's not the case, but I can bring some gifts to the coach..."
"Now it's said to be a month..."
Li Qingqing: "Are you coming to see me or my dad?"
"That's good, good news!"
Hu Lai: "Can't you even see it? Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father!"
When Li Qingqing saw Hu Laihui's words, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn't think about it. He didn't say anything, and his men quickly typed: "I am also your teacher!"
Then she didn't continue talking, but looked up at Hu Lai.
Under her gaze, Hu Lai was silent for a few seconds, lowered his head and typed a message: "Mom?"
"Pfft!" Li Qingqing couldn't hold it back. "Cough cough cough!"
Dad's voice immediately sounded in the kitchen: "What's wrong?"
"No...cough...it's okay! Dad, cough...drink water...cough! Choking, choking!" Li Qingqing explained while coughing, her face turned red.
"Tsk, be careful, he's such a big person..."
Li Qingqing, who was scolded by her father, glared at Hu Lai fiercely. Hu Lai still looked innocent and spread his hands: You asked me to scream.
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Li Ziqiang stamped the kitchen knife on the cutting board, then wiped his hands and walked to the door. He took off his apron and hung it on the clothes hanger at the door.
Li Qingqing, who was chatting with Hu Lai, looked up at his father: "Dad, where are you going?"
"Go to the supermarket to buy something." Li Ziqiang said and hooked his hand towards Hu Lai, "You go with me."
Hu Lai had no choice but to get up, put on his shoes and follow the coach out the door.
After he went out, Li Qingqing received a WeChat message from him: "The things are on the coffee table, please put them away."
Only then did Li Qingqing find a small thing on the coffee table. It looked very much like erythromycin ointment, but there was no pattern on the package. It was just a small white tube with a label paper on it that read "Recovery Ointment" in hand.
, the handwriting is very ugly, and it looks like it was written by Hu Lai.
Li Qingqing unscrewed the lid and smelled it. There was no smell at all. There was neither a refreshing fragrance nor a strong herbal smell.
She screwed the lid back on and asked Hu Lai on WeChat: "How to use it?"
"Just apply it to the area you strained, and then rub it."
"How many times a day do you apply it?"
"It's just that much. How many times do you think it can be applied? Just apply it once and it'll be gone."
"It's gone once, isn't it too useless?"
"The old miracle doctor gave it to me. He spent a lot of effort to make it, but that's all! How else can it be effective? It's one of a million!"
Li Qingqing looked at the recovery ointment in his hand, and then looked down at his strained right thigh.
Because she was at home, she only wore a pair of loose shorts. She only had to roll up her trouser legs to expose the injured area.
She still decided to trust Hu Lai and put this ointment on. She believed that Hu Lai would definitely not harm her. At most, it was a psychological placebo. It had no good effects, but it should not have bad effects. Just like those health care products
The food is the same, eating it won't kill you, but it won't cure the disease either.
Thinking of this, she pushed the wheelchair into her bedroom and closed the door.
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In the supermarket at the entrance of the community, Hu Lai followed the coach with a shopping basket. The coach picked good things on the shelves and put them into the basket he was carrying.
At the beginning, there were still some normal seasonings, such as soy sauce, vinegar...
When he walked to the beer area, Hu Lai found that his coach did not go straight through, but lingered in front of the shelves...
"Hey, coach, are you still drinking?" Hu Lai asked curiously.
"I didn't drink at first, but I want to drink some today," Li Ziqiang said.
"It's great to have friends from far away. It's really time to drink, ha..." Hu Lai praised the coach.
After hearing what he said, Li Ziqiang looked back at him: "Hu Lai..."
"Here you are, coach."
Li Ziqiang leaned over and picked up a twenty-four-pack of beer and stuffed it directly into Hu Lai's arms: "Hold it."
Hu Lai almost lost his grip on the shopping basket and could only hold it with both hands...
"I--wow!"
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"Wow, coach, your skills are so good!"
"This meat is cooked...so good!"
"Coach, it's really hard to imagine that a devilish coach like you has such good cooking skills..."
"Coach, I think even if you don't become a football coach, you can open a restaurant..."
"Coach, do you know that Zhang Qinghuan's agent also has good cooking skills? He used to run a restaurant, but he later became a football agent..."
Hu Lai spoke freely while eating, becoming the protagonist at the dinner table.
This left Li Ziqiang quite helpless and could only drink one drink after another.
Li Qingqing, who was sitting on the other side, looked at the scene in front of her and kept suppressing her laughter.
"Hey coach, Xia Xiaoyu came to our Flash Star, do you know about this?"
Li Ziqiang raised his glass and put it down again, and then said: "Hu Lai..."
"Hey, tell me, coach."
"Eat vegetables!" Li Ziqiang personally picked up a large piece of vegetables with chopsticks and put it into Hu Lai's rice bowl.
Hu Lai was shocked when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that the coach would give him food!
"Coach, you are so kind to me..."
"I just want you to shut up and eat!" Li Ziqiang interrupted Hu Lai, who was feeling good about himself.
Hearing this, Hu Lai seemed very hesitant. He looked at the food in his bowl and then at Li Ziqiang.
Li Ziqiang glanced at him when he saw this: "What are you doing?"
"But coach, if you shut up, you won't be able to eat..." Hu Lai wondered.
"Hahahaha!" Li Qingqing banged the table, almost laughing like crazy.
Li Ziqiang took out his mobile phone: "Let me see when the last flight back to Jincheng is. I will pay for the ticket for you..."
Hu Lai quickly lowered his head to cook rice, as quiet as a chicken.
Li Qingqing was laughing so much that she was lying on the table. She shrugged her shoulders and her crisp laughter became a little duller and came from under the table.
This was the happiest she had laughed since she was injured.
Li Ziqiang retracted his gaze from his daughter, put down the phone in his hand, picked up the wine glass again, and poured all the remaining wine in the glass into his mouth.
The beer is bitter, but the coolness after being chilled is refreshing.
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After sending Hu Lai out, Li Ziqiang looked back and saw that his daughter still had a smile on her face.
So he said: "You are quite happy that he is here..."
"Hu Lai is indeed very interesting, dad." Li Qingqing laughed so hard that her eyes were bent.
Li Ziqiang snorted, said nothing, walked straight to the dining table where the cups and plates were messed up, and started to clean it up.
Li Qingqing wanted to come up to help, but he blocked her: "You can go back to your room and rest. You don't have to worry about it here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Dad." Li Qingqing smiled sweetly.
"Why is it hard? It's not hard. You can go and rest."
Li Ziqiang waved his hand.
Li Qingqing turned the wheelchair and entered the house.
Behind her, Li Ziqiang was stacking bowls and plates, sweeping the leftovers from the table into the bowl Hu Lai had used, placing them on top, and then carrying them into the kitchen together.
Then, there was the sound of running water and the clink of tableware in the kitchen.
Li Qingqing returned to her room and received a question from Hu Lai on WeChat: "Speaking of which, did you feel any special feeling after applying the ointment?"
"Well... I don't feel anything." Li Qingqing recalled it carefully and replied.
"You don't feel cool or hot?" Hu Lai asked.
"No, I couldn't feel it anymore when I rubbed it again soon after applying it. I thought I didn't apply it..."
After returning from the supermarket, Hu Lai found out that Li Qingqing had used the ointment, so he found an excuse to get the package back. He was worried that the package would disappear out of thin air while Li Qingqing watched, and the explanation was unclear.
Fortunately, this thing didn't disappear immediately after Li Qingqing used it, so Hu Lai can still get it back.
His reason was also very normal. He said that the old man was very concerned about his formula, so Hu Lai was not allowed to throw away his ointment packaging without authorization. If he wanted a new ointment, he could only replace it with the original packaging.
Now the outer packaging of [Recovery Ointment] has naturally disappeared long ago.
Hu Lai filled up all the loopholes that might go wrong in the end, and was not worried about any blind spots being noticed by Li Qingqing.
He was more concerned about the effects of Li Qingqing's use.
He was not very surprised by Li Qingqing's answer. After all, wasn't the [Marrow Cleansing Potion] colorless and odorless?
This system seems to pursue an effect of "it feels useless but is actually very useful".
"That's right, this is the characteristic of the recovery ointment. It is colorless, odorless, and has no toxic or side effects!" Hu Lai started to make nonsense. "Don't you go to physical therapy every day? So you don't have to massage yourself, let the physical therapist help you.
Just massage. Believe me, I will recover quickly and make it in time for the World Cup!"
Li Qingqing looked at Hu Lai who was trying his best to comfort him, and thought of how he was playing tricks at the dinner table today.
He was afraid that he would be sad, so he came here to comfort himself, whether it was recovery ointment or words like these.
To comfort others, the most you can do is make a phone call or chat on WeChat. If you can use WeChat video, that’s considered thoughtful.
But he could come here specifically to comfort me, borrow a placebo he got from nowhere... maybe it was just ordinary Vaseline, and perform desperately in front of himself and his father...
Thanks to him, I feel much better.
The boy who had to teach him how to play football on his own in a secret base has grown so much...
"Thank you, Hu Lai."
"Wow, why are you so formal? I don't even know how to respond... If you really want to thank me, why don't you treat me to ten meals?"
"That won't work! You already owe me one hundred and forty-six meals, don't even think about taking this opportunity to offset it!"
"I'll go, sister, do you want to remember it so clearly?"
"necessary!"
"Okay, as long as you're happy..."
"I'm so happy!"
"so happy?"
"real!"
Hu Lai sent a grinning emoticon: "Are you so happy?"
Li Qingqing, who was holding the mobile phone, grinned and grinned: "I'm so happy!"
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