Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 34

When Hu Lai returned home exhausted, he saw his mother standing at the door with an angry face.

"Do you know to come back?" Mommy akimbo, full of gas.

Hu Lai narrowed his neck, silently, just walked the wall and planned to return to his room to put the schoolbag.

But he was stretched out by his mother and grabbed his arm: "You said that you usually took advantage of your dad to go to the evening shift, just to play for a while. Why are you addicted to playing now? What time is it? My food is hot Twice! "

"Mom ... I joined the school's football team, and I desperately rushed home as soon as the school team finished training ..." Facing his mother, Hu Lai did not lie because he knew his mother was not against him playing football of.

Despite this, when mom heard her son say this, she took a deep breath: "Are you joining the school football team ?!"

Hu Lai nodded.

"Don't you know your dad doesn't like you playing football?"

"He didn't know anyway ... as long as you don't tell him ..." Hu Lai smiled on his face.

"I want to tell him?"

"Mum loves me again!" Hu Lai hugged her mother.

"Rolling and rolling!" The mother pushed away her son, but in the end did not say the cruel words to complain to her husband, but stared at the son and sighed, "What are you doing ... just do it Isn't learning good? "

Hu Lai put down her schoolbag and said to her mother: "I have a good study, Mom. I saw a scientific theory that proper exercise helps develop the brain. Exercise makes people secrete dopamine, which can keep the brain excited and improve. Learning efficiency. So every time after playing the ball, I feel that I have a lot of energy and I want to focus on the books ... "

"You have the ability to repeat these nonsense in front of your dad. Wash your hands and eat!" The mother obviously didn't want to listen to the **** of her son.

"Oh, good!" Hu Lai obediently picked up the schoolbag, first ran back to his room to put the schoolbag, and then rushed to the toilet to wash his hands.

As he passed the dining table, he did not forget to use exaggerated movements-take a deep breath towards the dining table-and patted his mother's **** with exaggerated tone: "Well--! It smells so good! My mother cooks all the dishes The best dish in the world! "

"You stupid boy, you know that your mouth is slippery!" When the mother raised her hand, she finally laughed helplessly.

Li Qingqing was carrying a rice bowl, but did not plan rice in his mouth, but looked at her father who was eating right across from her.

The expression on her face changed for a while, and finally she made up her mind and put down the tableware and said to her father: "Dad, do you have any opinion on that Hu Lai?"

Li Ziqiang raised his head in amazement and looked at his daughter: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"The ball you passed him was obviously very hard. You made him lose a big face in front of so many people."

"I meant to tell him what kind of pass he might receive in the game. The game is not training, always make you ready to receive the slow pass of your teammates ..."

"Dad, are you the pass strength in professional games?" Li Qingqing pouted. "Do you think that such a pass can be seen in middle school students' games?"

"Why not?" Li Ziqiang put down the tableware in his hand and explained to his daughter. "Don't set in advance what will happen and what won't happen. Since it's training, you have to consider all the situations."

"Is that true?" Li Qingqing asked, staring at his father.

"Of course it is. Is he a striker? Judging by his talent, the first thing he has to do is to stop the ball. After all, in the penalty area, the space is small, and the teammates will not give him the ball. It 's as comfortable as he is in other positions, because the opponent 's defense in this place will be more tight ... do you understand? "

Li Qingqing nodded, she admitted that her father was right.

Hu Lai's talent makes him an excellent shooter and point forward. But that also means that he needs to rely on the passing of his teammates. If he can't even stop the ball, he can't kick it.

"That pass seems to you to be too hard, indeed, I am very hard. But how do you know that in the game, no one will rush to pass too hard? Do you want to let your teammates give him every time? Is the pass just right and the angle unbiased? "

Faced with his father's rhetorical question, Li Qingqing was completely speechless.

"So I didn't deliberately make trouble for him, or to embarrass him-the people who were around the sidelines weren't called by me." Li Ziqiang opened his hands and seemed very patient to his daughter, and he was not merciless to the training field The coach of the devil in the face is just like two people.

Li Qingqing didn't speak. She frowned slightly, as if thinking about what her father said.

She had to admit that her father said something very reasonable, but why did she always feel a little wrong?

Seeing her daughter still frowning, Li Ziqiang picked up the bowl and picked up the chopsticks, and asked casually: "Yes, I found that you seem to care about this Hu Lai ..."

Li Qingqing was a little surprised: "Ah? Is there?"

"Yeah, before you specifically asked me what I think about Hu Lai's performance in the test match?"

"Ah, yes, yes ..." Li Qingqing panicked, she argued. "Because he is my classmate, not many people in this team I know ..."

"Luo Kai is also your classmate?" Li Ziqiang looked at his daughter calmly. "Why don't you care so much?"

"He?" Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "He doesn't need me to care anymore? Well, Dad, you have a good heart."

"How to say ... meal!" Li Ziqiang waved his chopsticks.

"Okay, eat!" Li Qingqing obediently picked up the chopsticks. While burying her head to eat, she quietly spit out her tongue and relieved herself.

And Li Ziqiang looked at her daughter who thought she had escaped from the disaster and bowed her head to eat.

As Hu Lai said, after playing the ball, he wanted to pounce on the books, but instead of studying on the books, he rested on the books.

Now he is lying lazily on the book, closing his eyes and experiencing a very mysterious feeling.

This is really a very mysterious feeling-he can feel that the training on the school team this afternoon has improved his basic skills. He knew that no one would believe it at all, but he really felt his progress.

Is totally unreasonable, and there is no way to use data to quantify progress.

Is really just his personal feelings.

Real existence.

He guessed that this should be the effect of the [smart potion] he had taken before.

Counting, today on the school team is still the first formal professional football training course in his life. Although Li Qingqing also taught him before, it was more of a behavior to test the temporary grinding gun for the team and coordinated training for him.

It seems that the potion's effect is very good and powerful. This is the first lesson, and there have been such obvious changes. If I continue to practice like this, will my progress not be a lever?

As soon as he thought of this, Hu Lai did not hate the fierce head coach so much, and he fully understood and supported the training content he arranged for himself.

Yes, I just do n't have good basic skills, so come and practice me hard, I will never refuse!

COMEON, BABY!

YEAH!

Thirty days later, when I remain in this team, I will surely surprise all of you, hum!

Well, if [Smart Potion] can be permanently effective ...

PS, I saw someone protesting my description of snail powder in Chapter 30.

I have to say, this is my personal experience.

Recently I am particularly obsessed with snail powder, not only ordered a lot of snail powder to take away, but also cooked snail powder at home, and was rushed to the balcony by my wife.

Once I went out to take out snail powder, I smelled a bad smell around me. I still complained that the property was not responsible, and some people did not clean up when **** on the lawn. It wasn't until I went home and ate all the snail powder that I realized that the smell of **** was my own snail powder takeaway ...

This is my first time to eat snail powder at home ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ I think the taste is okay, not as bad as I expected. As soon as the son returned home, sitting at the house and changing shoes, he suddenly shouted, "Mom! Why is there a smell of **** in the house ?!"

My son doesn't know what is snail powder, he only knows that there is an extra smell of feces.

I think it's really stinky, but it's better for me and the smell is not so obvious. But this is not the case for some people, it really makes them sick.

Just like the canned herring, the smelly food of the net red level, I later got a jar, and opened it on the rooftop with my relatives. I feel the smell is the same, not as stinky as they behaved, of course. It's absolutely bad smell.

But many people are really smoked by canned herring, and the notoriety of canned herring is not an exaggerated performance.

I just objectively described the characteristics of snail powder, and made a stalk with this characteristic.

Of course, if readers in Guangxi are dissatisfied with this and think that I have insulted the local delicacies of their hometown, I can apologize to you. I am not insulting snail powder. In fact, I like snail powder. And in the future, I plan to go to Guangxi to eat the most authentic snail powder ...

But I wo n't change even one word of the plot in my book, because if I change that plot, I wo n't be able to stand, it 's unreasonable, and it 's meaningless.

Someone said that you can change something and show a plot to show Hu Lai's cunning ... but who made me especially like to eat snail powder during this time, when I thought about stalks, I just thought of snail powder?

I have no malice to snail powder, and even have a good impression. Really, I love snail powder!

Chapter end

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