In the end, Qin Lin did not ask his son what the name of the book was.
He felt...a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, he remembered the author's name that his son mentioned, which was "Lin Hai Jing Tao".
So he searched the Internet on his mobile phone, and a prompt popped up:
Search results for "Lin Hai Ting Tao" have been displayed. Still searching for: Lin Hai Jing Tao
Qin Lin did not click on the latter option, but saw the information about the author named "Lin Hai Tingtao" at a glance.
And saw the novel he created in it: "Big Brother: We Are the Champions".
Based on intuition, Qin Lin clicked in, and his name was mentioned in the introduction, but it was not exactly the same, but a homophonic word:
Qing Ling, the last big man in Chinese football, retired with the regret of not being able to participate in the World Cup. However, when he woke up the day after retirement, he found that he was possessed by a young player with the same name as Anton Shining Star.
And there is no Qing Ling in this world who once won the Chinese Footballer of the Year and the Asian Footballer of the Year!
But except that he was not there, this world was exactly the same as the one he was familiar with.
So the first serious problem the boss found himself facing was...how could he call Hu Lai, Zhang Qinghuan, and Wang Guangwei "brother"?
Qin Lin’s brows jumped when he saw this.
Calling those brats “brother”?
This is indeed a very serious problem...
This detail suddenly made Qin Lin more interested in the book, so he decided to continue reading.
Let’s see how he can realize all his youthful ambitions in this virtual world created by the author.
Anyway, on the national team match day, the club coach is not so busy at work, so he has plenty of time to read novels.
Clicked on "Free Trial" and read in.
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The plane is flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the cabin is not quiet. The low-frequency noise caused by the engine and wind noise continues to roar. Some people choose to use noise-canceling headphones to combat this noise.
But more people have become accustomed to this kind of noise and treat it as background music. They chat, watch movies, listen to music, and play games in a noisy environment.
This is a flight from the capital of China to Tashkent, Uzbekistan. The people on this flight are not ordinary passengers.
The cabin was full of members of the Chinese men's football national team, as well as the entire coaching staff, relevant staff of the Chinese Football Association, and Chinese media reporters who accompanied the team to cover the away game.
This medium-sized passenger plane was almost full.
The logistics team is the largest among them, and they are responsible for all daily arrangements for the national team’s training and life in Tashkent.
Even the national team of chefs brought five chefs this time, each responsible for a different cuisine, to meet the different taste needs of the national team’s international players who live all over the world.
This is also a very rare treatment in the history of the Chinese team competing in the World Cup.
In the past, the Football Association did not have such a clear division of labor and professional awareness of logistics support. Bringing a few large boxes of instant noodles to the national team when traveling with the team was considered logistics.
If you remember to bring a few boxes of instant noodles, ham sausage and mustard along with instant noodles, it will be considered a reflection of meticulous logistics.
As for chartering a flight to play away games, it has never happened before.
After all, based on the performance of the Chinese team in the World Cup qualifiers, Chinese fans and media were eager for them to walk to the away game and charter a plane... That is simply a waste of taxpayers' money! It is an illegal occupation of national property! It is a crime!
Now after ten years of reform, not only the performance of the Chinese team has been improved, but the work ability of the Football Association has also become more professional and meticulous.
From this point of view, it can even be said that the Chinese team’s ability to persist to the end in the qualifiers this time is inseparable from the outstanding work of the relevant staff of the Football Association.
This time, public opinion showed no dissatisfaction with such a large team.
After all, this is indeed the closest Chinese football has come to the World Cup. In order to achieve the goal, it is natural to make a big fanfare.
If we can successfully enter the World Cup, let alone a logistics support team of dozens of people, even if the number is doubled, fans across the country will have no objection!
Everyone on the plane was looking for something to do to pass the time during the trip.
Wang Guangwei was laughing while holding his mobile phone.
Hu Lai, who was sitting next to him, glanced curiously and found that Lao Wang was actually reading a novel.
He knew that Wang Guangwei usually liked to read online novels, but he never asked what specific novels he read.
We were bored today, so Hu Lai asked, "What book is so enjoyable to read?"
Wang Guangwei put down his mobile phone and replied: "A football novel..."
“Football novels? What’s so good about football novels? If you play football all day long, you’d read it written by an amateur. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”
“But this is indeed very interesting.” Wang Guangwei said with a smile, “Hu Lai, let me tell you the title, and you can guess who the protagonist of this book is.”
“How could I guess this?” Hu Lai spread his hands.
“You give it a try. It’s called “Big Brother: We Are the Champions”.”
Hu Lai was stunned when he heard this. His intuition made a name pop into his mind, and he blurted out: "Brother Lin?"
Wang Guangwei put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Look, you guessed it right away! That's right, it's about Brother Lin traveling to a parallel world after retiring. In the parallel world, Flashing Star is still our teammate. But his identity has changed.
He is no longer a big boss of Chinese football, but a newcomer to the reserve team who is only 20 years old..."
He was interrupted by Hu Lai before he could finish his words: "Wait a minute, Brother Lin has become a twenty-year-old new guy?"
Wang Guangwei nodded: "Yes. They have the same name and surname. Although the author chose the homophonic word, everyone understands it."
Hu Lai laughed and said, "Hey! Shouldn't Brother Lin... call us 'brother'?"
…”
“What’s that expression on your face!”
“Hu Lai, if I hadn’t known that you were a lousy writer, I would have really doubted that you had written this book. The first problem that Brother Lin encountered at the beginning of this novel was whether or not to call us ‘brothers’!”
“Tsk, Lao Wang, please explain clearly, what does ‘sloppy writing’ mean? Let me tell you, my compositions when I was a child were among the popular posts on our school forum!”
“What else is there?”
“That’s right!” Hu Lai said proudly, “After all, it’s not common to get zero points for essays.”
Wang Guangwei rolled his eyes, and he knew: "You have the nerve to say that?"
Hu Lai didn't take it seriously and instead touched Wang Guangwei with his elbow: "Isn't it particularly cool to be called brother by Brother Lin?"
"Ha..." Wang Guangwei laughed, but soon he regained his composure and said seriously: "This is a novel, fictional! Will I feel happy because of this fictional story?"
Hu Lai curled his lips: "Then you were so happy just now..."
“It’s just to kill time... If it weren’t for the fact that this plane ride is so boring, I wouldn’t even watch it!” Wang Guangwei continued to say seriously.
“Then you read really fast. Your reading progress is already 90%...” Hu Lai glanced at Wang Guangwei’s mobile phone screen.
“Ahem, I read books faster...”
Wang Guangwei saw that Hu Lai had been staring at him and was too embarrassed to continue reading, so he put away his mobile phone, then looked at the flight route map and found that they were very close to their destination, so he sighed: "There is one more step.
A game..."
Hulai corrected him: "There are still three games left."
“I didn’t say anything about the World Cup…”
“I’m talking about the World Cup.”
Wang Guangwei turned his head and glanced at Hu Lai, who also looked at him: "What are you doing? Am I right?"
“No, no, that’s right.” Wang Guangwei laughed.
Then he leaned back on the seat back of the plane and sighed faintly: "The World Cup..."
Even though it was the last game of the Asian qualifying round, he still had an unreal feeling.
I think the first time he and Hu Lai met was at a high school football match. Now, as members of the Chinese national team, they are sitting on a plane flying to Tashkent, making a last-ditch effort to reach the World Cup finals.
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This change in identity made Wang Guangwei feel like he was in another world.
“What are you sighing for?”
"No... I just suddenly thought of Brother Lin again. You said that he worked hard all his life, and only after he retired did he find out that the Chinese team might participate in the World Cup. Would he feel very regretful?" Wang Guangwei was not trying to change the subject.
After all, he really felt something from his heart.
The novel just now successfully aroused this melancholy in him.
There is nothing more painful than "dying before you leave the battlefield".
"It's a pity that I can't help it... Brother Lin didn't catch up with the good times." Hu Lai sighed, "How about we bring Brother Lin's photo and put it on the bench for him in the World Cup?
His World Cup dream..."
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a moment, imagined the scene in his mind, and then covered his face: "Brother Lin is not here, otherwise you will have a good harvest! Hu Lai, you are swollen now!"
Hu Lai curled his lips: "How could you be so arrogant? You dare to read a novel that asked Brother Lin to call you brother. Your ambition is so obvious!"
Just as the two were making noise, the plane shook slightly, and the pilot's slightly vague voice came from the cabin broadcast: "Ladies and gentlemen, this flight will land at Tashkent International Airport in thirty minutes. The current ground temperature is 20
Eight degrees Celsius... Please open the visor, put away the small table, and put your mobile phone and other electronic devices into airplane mode..."
After Wang Guangwei, who was playing with Hu Lai, heard these words, he sat up straight in his seat, and his whole body tensed up reflexively, as if he was about to parachute from a plane into the battlefield.
Not only him, but other teammates around him in the cabin also took off their headphones, put down their mobile phones, opened the visor, and turned to look down.
For them, the time of leisure and relaxation is over.
Although there is no need for parachute airdrops, the battlefield is indeed right below them.
