Chapter 40 It would be nice if you could be gentle
After Hu Lixin finished his breakfast, he put the bowl on the table, got up and walked to the door: "I'm going to work."
"Okay, walk slowly. Be careful on the road." His wife Xie Lan poked her head out of the kitchen and said goodbye to her husband.
Hu Lai was immersed in eating porridge when he suddenly felt eyes staring at him, so he raised his head, and sure enough he saw his father standing at the door looking at him.
"Uh, goodbye dad..." Hu Lai said quickly.
"Study seriously and don't mess around." Hu Lixin said with a straight face.
"Don't worry, Dad. I promise to finish all my homework in the morning!" Hu Lai said with a smile on his face.
Hu Lixin did not speak anymore, but nodded, and then left the house. It took half an hour to go to work in the community by riding an electric bicycle.
If nothing else happens, he will work there until 6:30 in the evening, have dinner there, and then ride back.
Hu Lai calculated in his mind that the kick-off time of the game was at three o'clock in the afternoon. The eighty-minute game time plus the fifteen minutes of halftime and injury time would probably take about one hundred minutes.
It should be around 4:45 after the game, and he would have had no time to rush home from school by then.
So there is no need to worry about his father finding out that he joined the school team and participated in the competition.
The only one who couldn't hide it was his mother.
But Hu Lai didn't want to hide it from his mother.
Based on what he knows about his mother, there is a high chance that his mother will agree to him going to school to participate in competitions. Of course, the premise is that his own performance is good.
So what he just said to his father was not nonsense. He really planned to study hard in the morning and finish all the homework he should do.
In this way, the rest of the time is up to you, and your mother won't have any objections to whatever you want to play.
It's just that he is going to participate in a football match now, but in normal times, he might just go out to play.
So after finishing the meal, Hu Lai helped his mother clear the dining table, and then said to her: "Mom, um, I won't be at home for lunch..."
Mom's eyes widened: "What do you want to do?"
"Didn't I join the football team? There is a game in the afternoon and I'm going to... Don't worry, Mom, I'll make sure to do all the homework I need to do in the morning!" Seeing that his mother had a tendency to go berserk, Hu Lai explained repeatedly,
I didn't dare to stop at all, for fear of giving my mother a chance to interrupt. "Make sure to complete it with quality and quantity! This way I can arrange my time freely in the afternoon, and I will go to school to participate in the competition. I will definitely be back before dinner. Don't worry, Mom. Kick
Playing basketball is better than going out to an Internet cafe to play games, right? It’s also a good exercise after all!”
The mother did want to interrupt several times, but every time she opened her mouth, she found that there was no chance to intervene. She could only let Hu Lai finish the words in one breath. Then she stared at her son and asked: "What's the difference between this and
What does it matter if you don’t eat at home at noon?”
"Our coach requires the team to go to the school cafeteria and have a meal together." Hu Lai was not lying.
Considering that there is a game in the afternoon, in order to better understand the team's situation and prevent the players from eating randomly, which will lead to bad stomachs and affect the state of the game, Li Ziqiang requires that the meal before the game must be concentrated.
Even the players who are not playing have to come together, everything is to build team cohesion.
Xie Lan looked at his son, shook his head and sighed: "It would be great if you were so serious about football in your studies..."
Hu Lai quickly defended: "I study very seriously! My poor grades are because my brain is not good!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't let you go!" Xie Lan raised his hand.
Hu Lai quickly ran into his bedroom: "I'm going to do my homework! Thank you, Mom! Mom is the best!"
Looking at his son's back, Xie Lan slowly lowered his raised hand, and then laughed helplessly.
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Li Qingqing was wearing pajamas and with messy hair. When she came downstairs, she saw her father sitting in the living room, eating breakfast and reading with his tactical notebook.
"Are you up?" Li Ziqiang said without raising his head when he heard the noise.
"Hmm..." Li Qingqing responded still somewhat confused.
"Wash up first, the buns are in the pot."
"oh……"
Li Qingqing went to the bathroom, combed her hair with a comb in front of the mirror, then stretched her hands behind her head to gather her hair, then took down the elastic band wrapped around her wrist and tied her hair tightly.
Then she shook her head, and her ponytail swung back and forth without being loose.
Only then did she smile with satisfaction at herself in the mirror.
After washing up, Li Qingqing returned to the living room and found her father holding a half-bitten bun in his hand and still reading his tactical notes.
"Dad." She called.
"Um?"
"Oil. Oil for buns..."
Only then did Li Ziqiang react and found that the bun oil in his hand was dripping down his wrist.
"Oh..." Li Ziqiang hurriedly put down his notebook and went to clean it up.
"Is Fifty High School strong?" Li Qingqing stretched out her long legs and sat astride the chair in front of the dining table, asking strangely.
"It's not a strong one, but we have to pay attention to the first game. And our preparation time is too short." Li Ziqiang wiped off the oil on his hands with a napkin.
"Didn't I say that Dongchuan Middle School is actually quite strong? In the entire Andong Province, it is second only to Jiaxiang?"
"That's what I say, but this school second only to Jiaxiang has also failed to reach the semi-finals of the Anton Cup twice in the past five years." Li Ziqiang explained.
Li Qingqing glanced at his father's tactical notes.
In the 443 formation, Luo Kai was not placed in the center position in the middle of the front line, but played as a left winger.
Li Qingqing has been watching the school team train every time in the past two weeks. Li Qingqing is no stranger to this arrangement made by her father.
Although the center is not Luo Kai, the nominal center is not a scoring point, but only helps Luo Kai attract the opponent's defensive forces and suppress the opponent's defense.
In addition, because Luo Kai is relatively well-rounded and is good with both left and right feet, he can score goals and pass passes to his teammates, so letting him play the winger position will also facilitate the use of his all-round abilities.
When he needs to score, he can go straight into the opponent's penalty area and act as a scorer. When there are too many people in the penalty area, he can also move to the wing or go to the midfield to link up attacks.
Send good passes to teammates.
If he feels that the team's offense is leaning too far to the left, he can also switch positions with the right winger and go to the right. The position is quite flexible.
Having such an outstanding and comprehensive player allows the team's tactics to be more flexible. This is the player that any coach dreams of...
Li Qingqing sighed in his heart at Luo Kai's power.
But that's all. She has no special thoughts about Luo Kai, she is just a classmate.
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Hu Lai fulfilled his promise and finished all his homework in the morning.
Then he said goodbye to his mother, rushed downstairs, and rode toward school with a clanking sound on his broken bicycle.
Seeing her son's joyful back riding on the car on the balcony, Xie Lan thought of how timid he looked in front of her husband.
Why is she willing to help her son hide it from her husband? Maybe she doesn’t want to see her timid son all the time?
She hopes that her son will be full of vigor and vitality, so if liking football can bring him such a change, then she will like it.
She knew why her husband didn’t want their children to be exposed to football, but what’s wrong with just treating it as a hobby in school?
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"I've gone to school. The food is in the pot. Just heat it up when you eat it later." Li Ziqiang stood at the door and said to the people upstairs.
The daughter's head emerged from the stairs above: "Okay. I'll go to school to watch the game in the afternoon. Come on, Dad!"
She waved her fist.
Looking at his well-behaved daughter, Li Ziqiang felt a sense of apology in his heart.
Originally, my daughter did well in the previous football school and has become the main core of the women's football team of the same age.
If it weren't for her own reasons, she could have continued her studies at that football school and finally embarked on the path of professional football.
But now, she can only follow her as a transfer student in such an ordinary middle school. And this school does not have a women's football team...
Since his wife's death, he and his daughter have been left to depend on each other. He has long vowed to make his daughter happy.
The main reason is that I have just arrived here, and there are so many things to do. After the team's work is on track, I will find a team for my daughter so that she can play sports while going to school.
Can continue to train and maintain condition.
Thinking of this, Li Ziqiang showed a gentle smile to his daughter, and then waved his hand: "I'm leaving."
"Well, goodbye dad."
Li Qingqing stood on the stairs with her hands behind her back, smiling and watching her father go out.
Dad is always so gentle when facing her.
Just when she was thinking this, the scene she saw on the training ground that day appeared before her eyes again.
Her gentle father was leaning over and roaring at Hu Lai, roaring with teeth and claws, as if he wanted to eat Hu Lai alive.
Even though Li Qingqing had seen his father's strict demands on the players during training, he still felt that his father always had to be more ruthless when facing Hu Lai.
She knew that her father's strict requirements on Hu Lai were for Hu Lai's own good, but it would be nice if her father could be a little gentler when treating Hu Lai...
Thinking of this, the smile on Li Qingqing's face disappeared and she stared at the closed door and pouted.
