Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 7

Dongchuan Middle School has a very beautiful stadium. If such a beautiful stadium only has one class to take physical education classes per class, would it be a waste?

Therefore, most of the physical education classes in Dongchuan Middle School are taken together in two classes, even when there are three classes taken together.

This can make full use of the venue with such good hardware conditions.

This afternoon, this physical education class is the same as Grade One and Grade Two.

So the boys in the two classes have already agreed to play a football match in physical education class, which is also to warm up for the next school team recruitment.

Li Qingqing stood in the stands, and beside the court below her were the boys of the third class. They got together and seemed to be discussing how to line up.

In fact, even if Luo Kai did not invite her, she would come to watch the game.

She also wanted to see what the level of football in this school was and what team her father was going to coach.

Then she saw the thin figure among the boys.

Hu Lai.

She had heard the name several times in the morning.

Can be said to be a "celebrity" of this class, but it seems that it is not a good reputation. When people mention his name, it is more of a joke and disdain.

As it is now.

"Hulai, don't you come yet ..."

"Yeah, we play games, what are you doing?"

Hu Lai wanted to squeeze in, but was blocked from the crowd by other boys.

"You can't look at people with old eyes! I have become stronger after special training!" Hu Lai outside the crowd jumped up and raised his arms and yelled.

No one heard his voice, no one looked at him, no one took him seriously.

"Why don't they want to take him to kick together?" Li Qingqing in the stands couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Because Hu Lai plays badly."

There was a sudden sound around him, which surprised Li Qingqing. She turned her head and found that she didn't know when she had a big fat man beside her.

Seeing Li Qingqing's puzzled eyes, Song Jiajia had a nearly flattering smile on her face: "My name is Song Jiajia."

"Hello." Li Qingqing nodded with a smile, and then quickly shifted the topic back, "Is he bad at playing football?"

"Quite bad!" Song Jiajia said in a very positive tone.

Li Qingqing had seen Hu Lai playing football. From her perspective, Hu Lai didn't play well, but it seemed that the gap was quite big.

Seeing that Li Qingqing didn't seem to believe a little, Song Jiajia came up with a passion: "You don't believe me? I tell you, Hu Lai is the kind of person who plays undercover as a defender and undercover as a forward undercover!"

"Is it exaggerated?"

"No exaggeration, no exaggeration." Song Jiajia waved her hand as if fanning herself. "For the first time in our class against third class, he played the striker, took the ball for the first time and fell on the football! He blocked Luo Kai's two shots. There was also an empty goal close to the opponent-the goalkeeper When the attack came, the ball landed in front of Hu Lai. Guess what he did?

Li Qingqing tried to guess: "He kicked and flew?"

Song Jiajia's triumphant expression that "Hu Lai is so unpredictable" said with excitement: "He actually played with his hands! And he didn't even hit the football with his hands! He shot the football hard, The football bounced and hit him in the face! Hahaha! "

The fat man's flesh shook with laughter.

Li Qingqing thought about such a scene, and thought it was a bit ... funny.

But she didn't smile, but instead asked Song Jiajia: "Aren't you the same table as Hu Lai?"

The subtext is to see that your relationship with Hu Lai seems to be pretty good. Why is it so happy to talk about Hu Lai's embarrassment? What is the difference between you and those who laugh at Hu Lai?

Faced with Li Qingqing's problem, Song Jiajia pouted: "I don't like Hu Lai to play football."

"Why?"

"What's good about playing football? Playing like him, he can only be regarded as a joke."

"He is not allowed to like football, so he only plays football?"

"Because I like football, I only play football?" Song Jiajia suddenly laughed. "The result is laughed at, treated as a joke, and looked down upon ... It's the result if you like football? So what do you like about football? If someone can't be happy about what they like, why do they like to come? Looking at Hu Lai is not a masochism ... "

Li Qingqing's mouth opened slightly, but she was speechless, because she felt that what Hu Lai's desk said seemed reasonable and made her unable to refute.

Think carefully, why does she like football?

Was originally because of her father, she was exposed to football. Then came the feeling of being young, she likes to chase a round football-Dad said she likes to chase the football when she was not walking when she was a child, the football rolls in the front, she giggles in the back and chases with the ground To football.

Later, after she was sensible, her football talents were discovered. She likes to take some goals on the court, likes to enjoy the applause and cheers from everyone, and likes to see Dad's happy eyes ...

Has football made her feel sad and injured?

Of course there are, but overall, there are more positive feedbacks and more time to make her happy, so she likes football.

If you like football, have you never been happy in football?

Is it necessary to persevere in this kind of liking?

Is like you like a person, but no matter how much enthusiasm and sincerity you pay, this person does not respond to you, does not give you a good face, does not cherish your enthusiasm and sincerity ... how long can this kind of love last?

Seeing Li Qingqing being silent, Song Jiajia said, "So why should I support the kid to play football? It would be better to let him die of this heart earlier."

Li Qingqing did not answer the call, but turned his attention to the stadium.

On the court, Hu Lai failed to enter the lineup with the third class. The two youths who loved football had already pulled off the pitch, but he walked to the sidelines, instead of standing with other spectators, but standing alone in a place facing the pitch.

Seeing this, Song Jiajia shouted at him: "Hey Hu Lai, let's eat chicken! I brought two mobile phones!"

Hu Lai ignored him.

"Tell you, eating chicken is fun! Brother takes you to fly!"

Hu Lai ignored him.

Song Jiajia stopped shouting, he whispered in a low voice: "The brain is sick, how can it be fun to eat chicken in football?"

He sat down next to Li Qingqing, and really took out two of the latest smartphones from his school uniform, one set aside and the other held in his hand, playing with his head down.

"Boom!"

"Da da da!"

"Boom!"

"Fuck! What kind of stuff are you playing ?!"

On the court below, there is a football game related to the honor of the two classes. The students are cheering for their class team, but Song Jiajia is deaf to this and is very devoted to playing.

Li Qingqing knows that this Hu Lai's tablemate really doesn't like football.

The competition between the two classes ended with the second class winning.

Luo Kai not only completed the hat-trick in this game, but also staged a senior fourth, which is the biggest contributor to the victory of the second class.

Every time he scored a goal, he ran to the podium to celebrate the goal. He turned his gaze to the Qianying on the stands. Seeing Qianying's smile, he felt more happy than scoring.

And that beautiful shadow, most of the time absent-minded, in the game many times turned his eyes to the lonely figure on the sidelines.

He was very focused on the sidelines alone, UU reading www.uukanshu.com although the game had nothing to do with him.

When Hu Lai drove to his secret base on a bicycle, he saw a sigh of water in the middle of the open space, and he let out a breath.

When he went to school in the morning, he made a special trip to confirm the situation of the venue.

Turned out to see some big and small puddles, so he used the old big broom who did n't know who threw it here to sweep away the accumulated water, and hoped that this day's sunlight would evaporate the water.

For this, he paid the price of being three minutes late.

Now seeing the situation of the venue, Hu Lai felt that even if he was punished for three laps, it was worth it.

The water is gone, you can play football.

He threw the bicycle aside and went straight to the grass where he hid the football yesterday.

But after he pulled the grass, he didn't see the football-it was empty and there was nothing!

It was like the top on the table kept spinning and turning, and couldn't stop, Hu Lai suddenly had a cold sweat on his back ...

Just then, a voice of a girl sounded behind him: "Are you looking for it?"

Hulai stood up and turned around, and saw a girl in the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School at the entrance of this secret base, stepping on his football at the foot, looking at him.

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