Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 342

Not long after Sun Juan returned to the nurse station, Zhang Qinghuan, led by Director Yang, walked out of the office for a physical examination.

When they passed the nurse's station again, the nurses in the station all got up and paid their attention—because Director Yang was there, they didn't dare to surround themselves like just now.

I can only watch it from the side.

Zhang Qinghuan noticed these gazes, then turned to smile and nodded to everyone.

"Ah! He looked at me! He looked at me!"

"Qinghuan looks so good to laugh..."

The girls tried to suppress the excitement and whispered.

Sun Juan in the crowd looked straight at the figure.

I don't know if it is her own delusion, she always feels...he is looking at herself.

Zhang Qinghuan retracted his gaze and quickly disappeared in the elevator.

The girls at the nurses' station were still very excited to discuss the scene just now. Sun Juan did not participate in it. She had already sat down and sorted out the files on her desk, and when she got up to work, she put all the colleague's comments behind. .

With this meeting today and knowing that he still remembers himself, Sun Juan is already content, and the feeling of reluctance in his heart that he is leaving has also diminished a lot.

He belongs to the sky, how can he expect him to stay on the ground forever?

"Dr. Yang called and said that your physical examination results came out and everything is normal. The minor injuries you suffered in the World Cup will not affect your going to Europe at all."

Yong Jun put down the phone and walked back to the room, and said to Zhang Qinghuan.

"it is good."

Zhang Qinghuan responded simply. He was packing things in the room, packing all the suitcases that should be packed in. The clothes were easy to say, and the most difficult thing to pack was the odds and ends.

Throwing can't be thrown, and it's not easy to bring it. The ghost knows where it's been stuffed, and then can't remember—if it's taken, it can't be remembered, and it can't be remembered if it was thrown, it just disappeared in time In the crevice.

"It's better to send it home, I won't take it to Europe..." Zhang Qinghuan looked at the things laid out on the bed, and picked out some of them and set them aside.

"It's up to you." Yong Jun came up to help pack up his luggage.

"I don't know if I really don't move, the average family only finds so many'tattered'." Zhang Qinghuan shook his head and said with emotion. Cleaning up these “tattered” is much more headache than sorting out the offense on the court.

"Brother Huan, you have to leave, this house...I don't think I can live anymore." Wang Guangwei, who was standing at the door watching them clean up, looked around the room and said with emotion.

After the World Cup, the domestic Chinese Super League has not yet rematched. All the international players who participated in the World Cup have a ten-day holiday.

Everyone was away, but Zhang Qinghuan returned to Jincheng to prepare for the transfer.

Wang Guangwei's home is in Jincheng, so he came here to help Brother Huan, and at the same time bid farewell.

When Zhang Qinghuan heard what he said, he stopped his movements and looked around.

At the most, six people lived in this big villa at the same time. Young people like to lively and chat all day long. At that time, they didn't think the house was too big.

But with the departure of Hu Lai and Chen Xingyi, there are only four people left, and they can already feel deserted.

Now that he left again, there were only Wang Guangwei, Xia Xiaoyu, and Morikawa Junpei in the house. The three people lived in a large villa with eight bedrooms, which was really inappropriate.

"Really a little bit reluctant..." he said with emotion.

Speaking, he walked to the window again, looking at the stadium below, many memories came to mind. This may be his happiest time since playing professional football.

It's just playing football, playing football with good friends. Nothing else needs to be considered.

"You are gone. If the three of us cannot continue to live, I think we won't rent it..." Wang Guangwei whispered behind him.

Zhang Qinghuan suddenly interrupted him and looked back at him: "President, just buy it and forget it."

"Huh?" Wang Guangwei was taken aback, "Buy, what to buy?"

"This house, just buy it. Although there are too few people to live in, but... after all, there are our memories. I think this house may be more than just a temporary rental apartment for us. Just buy it. Forget it, even if you don't live it, it's a memorial to put it here. Besides, real estate is also an asset in the future. Maybe it can be appreciated in the future?"

Zhang Qinghuan told Wang Guangwei about his thoughts, but Wang Guangwei shook his head unexpectedly: "You let me buy it, but I can buy it..."

"Who asked you to buy it alone? I said that we all paid for it and bought it together."

"Then... whose name is written on the real estate certificate?" Wang Guangwei asked a very sensitive and crucial question.

"Hu Lai." Unexpectedly, Zhang Qinghuan gave an affirmative answer almost instantly.

"Hu Lai?" Wang Guangwei widened his eyes.

"Well, don't you think he is the most suitable Pharaoh?"

Wang Guangwei thought for a while. Although Hu Lai was full of bad water, he was indeed a very pure person. Putting the house under his name, everyone else was convinced. I don't think Hu Lai would be greedy for this house...

So he nodded: "Okay!"

After Zhang Qinghuan finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and circled everyone in the group. He said, "Brothers, I want to go abroad to play football. Now there are only three people left in this big villa, Lao Wang, Xiaoyu and Morikawa. They Living in such a big house is uncomfortable... Pharaoh is planning to quit the rent and can't live. I want to raise funds to buy this house? What do you think?"

It didn't take long for Chen Xingyi to jump out first: "If you buy it, you will still live with the three of them. Don't you live in uneasy life?"

Zhang Qinghuan: "Who said to live? If you buy it, so as not to be rented or bought by others, then the football field in our back garden, which has been hard-built, has to be pushed to grow vegetables?"

Wang Guangwei also explained to Zhang Qinghuan in the group: "Brother Huan means that we don't get away with each other. It's a symbol of having such a house here."

Morikawa Junpei jumped out abruptly, saying very simply: "I have no opinion, Brother Huan."

Xia Xiaoyu followed closely: "I have no objection. The house is really uncomfortable if there are fewer people, but if you want to say goodbye... I am reluctant to live in it for two and a half years after all. If I can buy it, Then we can come again in the future."

Zhang Qinghuan: "That's what it means."

Chen Xingyi: "I have a question. Whose name does this house fall under?"

Zhang Qinghuan and Wang Guangwei at the same time: "Hu Lai."

Chen Xingyi: "Damn! Thinking about it, it seems that it really can only be him..."

Morikawa Junpei: "I agree."

Xia Xiaoyu: "Brother Hu is indeed trustworthy."

Chen Xingyi: "What we are talking about here is full of enthusiasm, how about other people Hu Lai? @彚人"

Hu Lai finally appeared, and when he came out, he asked a very critical question: "No, I have a question... Do you want me to pay more for writing my name?"

Chen Xingyi: "Fuck!"

Wang Guangwei: "Grass (a kind of plant

Morikawa Junpei: "Fuck (Chinese-Japanese bilingual

Xia Xiaoyu: "[Cover your face]"

Zhang Qinghuan: "What are you special about Hu Lai... For the six of us, we will divide the purchase price into six equally."

"Oh, then I have no opinion, I strongly support it!" Hu Lai said again, "In addition, when it comes to selling a house, it is better to have a statement. What if you want to sell the house by then?"

"Of course, the six of us have to sign an agreement to agree on matters. For example, if you sell a house, more than half of them must agree to it. If someone does not agree to buy, you can also buy the shares of others at the market price. Just transfer the house to him. "Although Zhang Qinghuan made a temporary intention, he did consider it sufficiently.

"Brother Huan is particular!" Chen Xingyi gave a thumbs-up expression.

Others followed in line to copy and paste.

"But I don't think there is anything unexpected, I will definitely not sell this house." Zhang Qinghuan looked around her room in reality when she said this in the group.

The room that he rented out at a rent of 500 yuan more than the others was indeed the best of all the rooms. You can enjoy the best view and the largest room for only 500 yuan a month, which is actually very worthwhile.

Wang Guangwei: "I shouldn't sell it either."

Hu Lai: "Hey, I suddenly have an idea, otherwise we will find someone to maintain the house, then put up a sign, and sell tickets for people to visit? This is the former residence of the national football team! Then we will have a 1:1 wax figure. Put it in the room to reproduce the scene of our lives here... Strive to turn this into a 4A scenic spot! The mecca of Chinese football! So that fans can come here to pay their respects..."

Chen Xingyi, Wang Guangwei, Xia Xiaoyu, Morikawa Junpei: "Fuck!"

Zhang Qinghuan: "Damn, we are still alive, Hu Lai!"

Hu Lai: "It's okay, Brother Huan. Didn't the famous poet Zang Kejia say that? "Some people are alive, he is dead; some people are dead, he is still alive." Although we are alive, it does not hinder us. What about the former residence..."

Chen Xingyi: "Some people look like individuals, but in fact they are dogs! @彚人"

Wang Guangwei synchronized in reality and the group: "Hahahahaha!"

Zhang Qinghuan heard Wang Guangwei's laughter and stroked his forehead with his hand: "Fuck, there was a bit of parting and sadness at first, let this kid mess up!"

"What are you looking at, Hu Lai, is that funny?" Li Qingqing noticed that Hu Lai had been watching since picking up the phone just now, with a smile on her face, so she leaned forward curiously.

Unexpectedly, Hu Lai handed her the phone directly: "See it for yourself."

"Ah? Your group... can I watch it?" Li Qingqing was a little surprised.

"Just look at it!" Hu Lai waved his hand angrily.

So Li Qingqing took Hu Lai's cell phone and flipped up the chat log.

Hu Lai pointed her next to her: "Here, start from here."

After Zhang Qinghuan was discussing about buying the villa, Li Qingqing was shaking with a smile when Chen Xing scolded Hu Lai for "dog".

Li Ziqiang, who was skewering chicken wings bought from the supermarket on bamboo sticks, heard the movement there and took a glance, and then saw his daughter and Hu Lai almost close together. He took a deep breath. Yelled: "You two, haven't you finished the table yet!"

Upon hearing this, the two young men quickly put down their phones and began to assemble the picnic table again.

"Almost!" Li Qingqing answered her father loudly.

It's really fast. They quickly set up the table, then took out the disposable tablecloth, and the two of them pulled it flat and spread it on the table.

Li Qingqing tilted her head and looked at it: "It still feels like a shortcoming..."

After speaking, she suddenly looked at the wild flowers growing under the tree in the distance, and her eyes lit up: "Yes!"

She ran to pick a bunch of flowers back, and then waved to Hu Lai: "How?"

Hu Lai looked at the girl who was as beautiful as a flower in the sun, and nodded, "It's beautiful!"

Li Qingqing laughed at the words, and then said distressed: "Ah, there is no place to put..."

"Wait a moment." Hu Lai turned to the car parked on the side and took down only half of the mineral water bottles.

Tear off the plastic wrapper from the bottle, and handed the bottle to Li Qingqing: "Insert it here."

After Li Qingqing took it, he inserted the flower branch in his hand through the mouth of the bottle and put it on the table.

The bottle with water stands firm, so you don't have to worry about blowing the vase over when a gust of wind blows.

"This feels right!" Li Qingqing clapped his hands and laughed while looking at the vase on the table.

"Great!" Xie Lan walked over with a plate of fruits, and she complimented when she saw the scene in front of her.

Hu Lai pointed to Li Qingqing: "She did it."

Li Qingqing shook his head: "No, we two did it together!"

"I took a bottle..."

"That has to be counted." Li Qingqing said with a smile on her face, but said very seriously.

"Okay..." Hu Lai introduced to his mother again, "We two did it together."

Xie Lan's eyes narrowed with a smile: "Good!"

Hu Lixin's shout came from a distance: "The fire is ready!"

Then came Li Ziqiang's voice: "Come here and help skewers!"

Xie Lan put the fruit on the table next to the "vase" and greeted the two children to help.

Hu Lai and Li Qingqing followed her, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com walked to the smoky grill.

Li Ziqiang had already got up to take the chicken wings that had been worn and roasted them first. The remaining meat was handled by Hu Lai, Li Qingqing and Xie Lan.

Behind them, on the folding table covered with red and white checkered tablecloths, stood a bunch of small yellow flowers, reflecting the afternoon sun, the petals gleaming, gently swaying in the breeze.

The fierce World Cup battle across the ocean is raging.

Hu Lai, who is still ranked first in the scorer list, stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the World Cup, and drove with his parents, Li Qingqing, and coach to camping and picnics by the Baishui River in the outskirts of Dongchuan, enjoying a rare leisure time.

PS, the fourth volume will be finished tomorrow. After the update, there will be a long single chapter to summarize the fourth volume and analyze why I wrote the World Cup plot.