In Zhang Qinghuan’s rental house, four young people were “fighting” in front of the TV.
Hu Lai used the controller to control "Louis Francis" in the game and blasted the goal controlled by Zhang Qinghuan with a beautiful long-range shot.
"Bang!" Hu Lai raised the handle and shook it, "Brother Huan, you, the 'Chinese Francis', are still almost useless in front of the real Francis!"
Zhang Qinghuan gritted his teeth angrily and said: "Damn it, Hu Lai, can your mouth not be so broken when you play games? Do you play with your hands or your mouth?"
Wang Guangwei echoed from the side: "Brother Huan, do you know the pain I felt when I played against him just now? This kid is talking trash all over the place while playing games..."
Chen Xingyi patted him on the shoulder: "Stop talking, Lao Wang. I knew your pain when I was in high school!"
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what Chen Xingyi was talking about, his expression became even more ugly: "Chen Xingyi, you don't want to open or lift any pot!"
Hu Lai laughed loudly at his game and his defeated players on the court: "Tear it well, tear it louder!"
Zhang Qinghuan came over to grab the controller: "Hurry up and press it to watch the replay of the fucking goal!"
The game continued to start, Zhang Qinghuan stared at the TV screen solemnly.
Hu Lai was still muttering while playing: "Brother Huan, you should have just played straight. What did you bring? Hey, I found that Brother Huan, your playing style is completely opposite to your actual playing style. If you play games, you have
If you are half as good at playing football, I should kneel down and call you daddy right now...Look at this ball...mine! OWO!"
Hu Lai controlled Francis and his teammates to perform a one-two against the wall in the middle, pushing the attack to the 30-meter area of Zhang Qinghuan's team, once again threatening Zhang Qinghuan's goal.
But just when he was about to pick the football into the penalty area with a pass, he suddenly heard an emotional voice in his mind:
"Mission: Wang Xianke, the head coach of Dashun Golden Arrow, is the culprit that caused my father to suffer a serious knee injury and was unable to continue playing football. It is also the reason why Dad has been opposed to your playing football for so many years. Defeat the Dashun Golden Arrow team led by him in the Football Association Cup final.
Arrow, break his dream of winning the championship and avenge his father. Mission reward: Points × 200000, [Stamina Potion] × 10, [Intermediate Training Scroll: Stop the Ball] × 2, [Intermediate Training Scroll: Shooting] × 2, [Recovery Ointment]
】×1, mysterious gift pack×1.”
What was supposed to be a pick-up pass turned into a short pass, which was passed directly to the defensive player controlled by Zhang Qinghuan.
Then Zhang Qinghuan quickly launched a counterattack, hitting Hu Lai's penalty area in one breath, and finally scored!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!" After scoring the goal, Zhang Qinghuan jumped up and raised his arms and shouted. He was even more excited than when he scored in a real game. "Call Dad! Call Dad!"
He yelled at Hu Lai.
Of course, he was also prepared for Hu Lai's backlash.
But I didn't expect Hu Lai to just stare at the TV screen blankly and not say a word.
It's like...someone can't believe that he will be scored by Zhang Qinghuan.
Chen Xingyi laughed so much that he fell on Wang Guangwei: "Brother Huan, Hu Lai is showing his contempt for you with practical actions - when he sees you scoring a goal, he feels like he has seen a ghost! Hahahaha!"
"Day!" Zhang Qinghuan first turned around and glared at Chen Xingyi, and then glared at Hu Lai, "Hu Lai, who are you looking down on! Isn't it normal for me to score your goal!"
Hu Lai still ignored him.
"Okay, stop acting, Hu Lai..." Zhang Qinghuan stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Hu Lai's face.
Hu Lai's eyes focused again, but he still didn't respond to Zhang Qinghuan's words. Instead, he put down the controller, got up and left.
"Hey, the game isn't over yet..."
"No more fun." Hu Lai waved his hand.
"Really? You stopped playing after losing the ball. You can't afford to lose?" Zhang Qinghuan was angry.
"No, I suddenly remembered that today is my mother's birthday. I forgot to call her. If I don't call, it will expire..." Hu Lai opened the door on Zhang Qinghua's side, then took out the key and opened the door opposite him and Wang Guangwei.
The door of the rental house.
When Hu Lai closed the door, the three people here looked at each other.
"You said... is what he said true or false?" Zhang Qinghuan asked Wang Guangwei and Chen Xingyi.
Chen Xingyi looked at Wang Guangwei, who had spent the longest time with Hu Lai.
Wang Guangwei shook his head: "I don't know..."
"Forget it, ignore him, let's continue playing. Nine times out of ten, we can't afford to lose, you're a real dog!" Zhang Qinghuan cursed, and then handed the controller to Wang Guangwei: "Come on! Quit and choose the team again..."
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Hu Lai entered his bedroom, locked the door from the inside, sat on the bed, entered the system, and called up the task log.
I took the task that was suddenly released by the system seriously from beginning to end, read it carefully and word for word.
That's right, the system said that Wang Xianke, the head coach of Dashun Golden Arrow, was actually the person who made my dad unable to play football...
But what about the evidence?
There is no evidence, this is what the system says.
But why would the system need to lie about such a thing?
Hu Lai didn't even think about why the system knew this. After all, it was a system. It knew everything about astronomy and geography for five thousand years. Isn't it normal to know everything?
So even though no one else knew about it, the system did, and it was natural.
To be honest, when the system voice popped up, he originally thought that the system would issue a task for the Football Association Cup finals, and the task goal was to let him find ways to win.
But for the first time, he saw the "mission text description" in the task released by the system, which made him couldn't help but read the task text seriously, which also prevented him from concentrating on controlling the game and scored Zhang Qinghuan's goal.
Judging from the mission goal, it is indeed for him to find ways to win the FA Cup, but the purpose of winning is different from what he had imagined before.
To be honest, even if there were no other grudges or grudges in this FA Cup final, he still wanted to win.
After all, it was the FA Cup final. Now that we have reached this point, why should we surrender if we don’t try our best to win?
So there seems to be no need for the system to deliberately fabricate lies in order to allow itself to complete the task...
So is this really happening?
Hu Lai decided to serve a straight ball - wouldn't it be over if he just went to his father for confirmation?
So he exited the system space, picked up his cell phone and called his mother.
As soon as the call was connected, he asked: "Mom, have you slept?"
"Not yet, what are you doing?"
"Well, I have something I want to confirm with dad."
Xie Lan glanced at her husband who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his cell phone. The latter also raised his head and looked at her after hearing the call.
Xie Lan put down the phone and turned on the speakerphone: "Your dad is next to me. I'm on speakerphone. If you need anything, just ask."
Then she said to her husband: "If your son has something to do, please check with you."
"What's the matter?" Although Hu Lixin was a little impatient, under his wife's gaze, he still came over and asked.
"Dad, was the name of the person who hurt you back then Wang Xianke?"
Xie Lan suddenly felt that as her son asked this question, the air in the bedroom seemed to freeze, making her breathing a little uncomfortable.
She looked at Hu Lixin.
Her husband was looking at the phone intently but did not speak.
"Dad?" came the son's slightly distorted voice from the other side of the phone. "Can you hear me? Is the signal bad? I just want to ask you about the one who was injured in the first place..."
Hu Lixin interrupted him: "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm going to play a game with his team next. When I suddenly heard the news, of course I came to you to confirm." Hu Lai answered confidently.
"Where did you know?" Hu Lixin asked again.
"I have my own channels, dad. Just tell me if it's true?"
Hu Lai didn't seem to want to explain to his father anymore, and his mother was really anxious when she was listening - these two men!
"It's not true, it has nothing to do with him."
After Hu Lixin finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Then he looked up at his wife, who looked at his knees.
"Your knee... was it really that Wang Xianke who did it?"
Hu Lixin was silent for a moment and said: "No."
"lie!"
"It's really not..."
"You're still lying! Hu Lixin, you always stay silent when you lie. Do you think I don't know?" Xie Lan stared at her husband, she was very angry.
What are you angry about?
Angry that her husband is still trying to hide the past from her until now.
"I am your wife, what can't you say even to me? Or is it because I know your past, and you don't even want a wife anymore and are running away from home?"
"What are you talking about..." Hu Lixin frowned.
"Then tell me, was it Wang Xianke who did it? Was it him?" Xie Lan got up from the bed, walked to Hu Lixin, and looked down at her husband condescendingly.
Hu Lixin raised his head to face his wife's gaze and closed his eyes: "It's him. He's in the Baishan Tianchi reserve team."
"That turtle..." Xie Lan bit her molars and cursed, then she glared at her husband: "Then why didn't you say it before?"
"What are you talking about?" Hu Lixin asked his wife.
"Get a reporter to expose him! Let him be ruined! He is so famous now. If the bad things he did in the past are known to others, let's see how he can continue to hang out in this industry!"
"What happened more than 20 years ago without any witnesses or evidence to expose it? Me or him, do you think who of us is more likely to believe what he says?"
"Why are there no witnesses? Where are those teammates back then? Our son was scolded by that Sun He, and his teammates were willing to come forward to testify. Why can't you find your teammates?"
"Because he pretended to be very good. Collisions during training and injuries were common at that time, and everyone was used to it..."
"Is it strange that you are used to such serious injuries?" Xie Lan's eyes widened.
"At most it was just a serious accident. Maybe others think it's wrong, but again, there is no evidence, no evidence that he did it intentionally or maliciously..." Hu Lixin said calmly.
"No, that's not the case... Even if there is no evidence, you can say it. It may not necessarily ruin his reputation, but it can also add some trouble to him. Let everyone know what he is and cause controversy..." Xie
Lan tried to convince her husband and told her own truth.
Hu Lixin just shook his head calmly: "It's useless. With his status, without evidence, it's slander if he says it. He doesn't need to pursue me if he's in a good mood, but if he's in a bad mood, we'll just wait to pay the money and go to jail. I
I can even imagine how he would respond - even if he didn't sue me, he could pretend to express his apology for what happened back then and his concern for me after the matter was spread by the media.
Maybe he will give me a sum of money as compensation, but it is actually hush money. He hopes that I will shut up and stop mentioning it. Then he will go to the media to publicize that this incident was an accident in the first place, a misunderstanding, and he did not mean to hurt anyone maliciously.
.With his status in football and his relationship with the media, he can easily reverse the part of public opinion that is unfavorable to him. Then he will find someone to discredit me in various ways, making others think that I am a person who died because of an accidental injury.
The loser who quit football, the reason why he framed Wang Xianke was just an unwilling move. As for him..."
"Stop talking!" Xie Lan suddenly raised her hand to stop her husband from continuing. Then she turned around and threw herself on the bed, burying her face in the pillow and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Because of the barrier of the pillow, the originally high-pitched screams became much muffled and would not disturb the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.
After she finished, she stood up and gritted her teeth and looked at her husband: "Hu Lixin, why can you be so calm? Why aren't you angry?!"
"Because I learned very early on that there is no point in being angry, Xie Lan."
After saying that, Hu Lixin stood up to leave.
"Why are you going?"
"Brush your teeth, take a shower, and get ready for bed."
"Can you still sleep?"
Hu Lixin glanced at his wife: "If I couldn't eat and sleep, I would have died a long time ago. He is such a famous person and always appears in the media. If I see him and hear his name, I can't sleep, eat and breathe."
If so, I would have died long ago."
After saying that, he ignored his angry wife and went straight out of the bedroom.
Behind him there was a bang, then a muffled scream.
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After his father hung up the phone, Hu Lai received a negative answer, but Hu Lai knew very well that Wang Xianke must be the "murderer" who caused his father to be unable to play football.
Because after his father heard his question, he did not show surprise or confusion, but asked silently and calmly, "Why do you ask this?" Isn't this not two hundred taels of silver in this place?
If it really wasn't him, wouldn't dad just deny it?
After asking "Why do you ask this?", he then asked "Where did you know that?"... This is so close to having "Yes, he is the murderer!" engraved on his face, Dad!
Hu Lai didn't worry about why his father denied it, nor did he question why his father didn't tell him like his mother did.
That's what his father wants, and he doesn't care.
Perhaps the older generation has their own principles and ways of doing things that belong to their generation.
But it doesn’t matter. As a child, I will do it in a childish way...fuck Wang Xianke!