Hu Lai once again finished his homework in the morning, and then planned to leave home and go to school.
Xie Lan has almost gotten used to this scene.
Moreover, she discovered that in order to be able to play football, she no longer had to whip her son with a whip when he was studying. In the past, if she wanted to ask Hu Lai to do homework, it would be like killing him. On Saturdays and Sundays at home, as long as she did not supervise him
He, he can spend his time playing other things.
Even if extracurricular books, mobile phones, etc. were confiscated from him, he would rather sit at his desk and stare at his homework in a daze than write.
It's better now. He doesn't need to urge or supervise himself. He just gets up early and does his homework obediently.
Such a performance made husband Hu Lixin rarely smile in front of his son.
Xie Lan somewhat believed his son's words. Maybe the dopamine secreted after some exercise really played a role?
She felt that if her son's grades improved, then even if he only went to watch the team's games every weekend and could not play, it would not be in vain.
"Come back early after watching the game." Xie Lan said to his son before he left the house.
"What, I'm going to play today!" Hu Lai said proudly.
Xie Lan's eyes widened: "Is your school's team so weak? Can you even play in the game?"
Although she doesn't know the situation of the Dongchuan Middle School football team, she knows her son. He has been strictly prohibited from touching football since he was a child. He didn't start playing football by himself until he was in high school. How long did he join the school team before he could play in games?
She could guess what level her son was at, and he would definitely not be much better.
"Mom!" Hu Lai said dissatisfied. "I only got this opportunity after conquering our strict coach during training!"
"Oh, then your coaching level is not very good." Xie Lan said.
"Oh, Mom, you don't understand football, I can't explain it to you!"
Hu Lai didn't bother to explain to his mother, so he turned around and walked out the door. His footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and he ran downstairs with a rumble.
When Xie Lan closed the door and walked to the balcony, all he could see was his son's back as he got on his bicycle and rushed out.
Seeing his son's figure like a stray dog, Xie Lan smiled and shook his head.
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"Qingqing, the food is in the pot, I'm leaving." Li Ziqiang said loudly at the top of the stairs, raising his head.
After a sound of footsteps, Li Qingqing's head appeared on the stairs above. She looked at her father and said, "Okay, dad, walk slowly."
"Yeah." Li Ziqiang nodded and turned to open the door.
But just as he put his hand on the doorknob, his daughter's voice sounded behind him again: "Dad... In the afternoon game, you won't only let Hu Lai play in the final injury time."
Right? That can be considered as the last game..."
Li Ziqiang held the guard's hand for a moment, then turned back to look at his daughter helplessly: "Is your father such a stingy person? If you want him to play in the game, you definitely can't just use garbage time to kill him."
"No, no, of course my dad can't be such a stingy person. I knew you wouldn't do this, hehe!" After saying that, Li Qingqing shrank back, and her voice came from her room: "Goodbye, dad."
!I will go cheer for you in the afternoon!"
Li Ziqiang went out angrily and stood at the door. He took a deep breath for a full minute before he gradually calmed down.
His daughter's words just now really made him heartbroken. He had worked so hard to raise such a big daughter, but he would suspect that his father was playing dirty tricks because of that brat...
Am I that kind of person?!
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"Hu Lai! Here, here!" When Mao Xiao greeted Hu Lai, who had just entered the school cafeteria, everyone in the cafeteria unanimously turned their attention to the figure at the door.
Hu Lai, if nothing else happens, he should get a chance to play today.
This newcomer, who has only received basic training in the team for a month, is about to play in a game. And you know, half of the entire school team has not had a chance to play.
The emotions everyone looked at me were very complicated.
After all, when he first joined the school team, he was a poor unlucky guy in everyone's eyes. But now he starts playing games earlier than half of his teammates.
To say that I am not envious would be a lie.
But when it comes to blessing him, I'm afraid not many people can do it.
Some people are whispering: "Why are everyone so sure he will play today?"
"Nonsense, this is already the fifth round of the qualifying round. If we don't let him play at this time, do we have to wait until the semi-finals of the sixth round and the final of the seventh round before letting him play?"
Hu Lai followed Mao Xiao and Meng Xi sat down at an empty table for four, and they could still feel someone's eyes on them.
"Hu Lai, don't get too happy too early." As soon as he sat down, Meng Xi lowered his voice and said to Hu Lai.
"Ah?" Hu Lai was surprised. "Did I show it so obviously?"
"Have you ever thought about the possibility that the coach promised you to play in the game, but he didn't say how long he would let you play. You don't have to worry about him subbing you in at the last minute of the game, and then you continue to play.
If you can't catch the ball, the game is over."
Hu Lai looked at Meng Xi and frowned: "Isn't that true?"
"I think the extent to which our coach targets you is really serious." Meng Xi glanced at Li Ziqiang.
Mao Xiao waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, I don't think the coach is that kind of person. Although he is very strict, he is not despicable... Otherwise, he should say that you let the water go during that special training because you faced Hu
There was no reaction at all from Rai's shot."
He said the last sentence to Meng Xi.
Meng Xi quickly retorted: "Are you kidding! I think it's difficult to react. If you try to guard this ball, maybe your eyes can't keep up with the ball!"
"I'm not a goalkeeper, what should I guard?" Mao Xiao shook his head.
"Let me tell you, not many people can save Mao Xiao Hu Lai's shot. The angle and power are perfect, tsk tsk..."
"What you said, I thought Hu Lai was a professional player." Mao Xiao knew that his friend was exaggerating and laughed.
Unexpectedly, Meng Xi nodded seriously: "You're right, Mao Xiao, that was a professional-level shot. That's why the coach pinched his nose and admitted it. But I always felt that the coach wouldn't let it go so easily.
Hu Lai, if you really let Hu Lai play at the last minute, you can't find fault. After all, we only said he would play, not how many minutes."
Mao Xiao still shook his head, not believing that their coach would do such a thing: "Let me put it bluntly, if the coach really did this, not many people would listen to what he said."
"Okay. But even if the coach doesn't do this, I think today is Hu Lai's last chance to play. Our coach only said that you should play, but he didn't say how many times he should play. And if we win this round
If so, the next step is the semi-finals and finals of the qualifying rounds. Hu Lai, I'm not targeting you, but I think the coach will definitely not consider letting you play in the game again," Meng Xi said.
Mao Xiao did not refute his friend this time because he also felt that what Meng Xi said was reasonable.
In fact, Hu Lai shouldn't even have this one chance to play. He earned it at the risk of hitting his head on the ground.
They were all shocked at the time, but now think about it, what's the use of just getting a chance to play?
Go up there and feel the atmosphere of the game?
Then what?
Then there is no more.
When I think about it, I feel that the reality is very hopeless, as if Hu Lai's beautiful barb before has lost its meaning.
Mao Xiao complained a little about his friend: "I found out that you are such a person, why do you throw cold water on me?"
Meng Xi spread his hands: "I'm afraid that the greater Hu Lai's hopes, the greater his disappointment."
Then the two of them looked at Hu Lai together.
Facing their looks, Hu Lai said nonchalantly: "It's better to have hope than no hope."
He has actually thought about this question. Will this be the first and last time he will represent the school team in a game in his freshman year of high school?
But he soon realized that the question meant nothing to him.
Because he originally had nothing, not even a chance.
Worrying about whether he will have a chance to compete next is like worrying about whether a person who is about to starve to death can only eat instant noodles and whether his nutrition is balanced.