As Song Jianhui expected, Wen Feng received a notice from the branch a week later, asking him to report to the head office and prepare to participate in the football league, and the work could be put down naturally. Since this is the decision of the head office, the repair team can only be reluctantly released, which is of course a happy thing for the twenty-year-old Wen Feng, who can not only get a salary but also play football happily.

Since that day, Wen Feng, Song Jianhui and Li Tao have entered the training mode, and their coach is KY company specially paid to invite someone who has played in A B, it seems that the company attaches great importance to this game.

The training time is the time to go to work, and there is no rest for six days, starting on time at 8 a.m. and ending at 6 p.m. every day. Training is boring, physical training is especially boring, a run is ten kilometers, and then there is touch training, what to juggle the ball, stop the ball, run back with the ball, shoot and so on. In the afternoon, the two teams competed for training, and KY selected 20 people this time, all of whom were young people under the age of 30. After a week of observation, the coach finally selected 11 people as the main players, including Wen Feng, Li Tao and Song Jianhui. Gou Xiaonan would come to watch them train when he had a break on the sixth day, and Lin Yuhan would take advantage of school every day to deliberately take a detour past the training ground to watch them play football and go home.

The month-long intensive training has finally ended, and this time is the longest time since Wen Feng and Yang Lu have been separated, and they have no other way than to talk on the phone every night to relieve the pain of lovesickness. In those days, there were no videos, no digital photos, and they were content to hear the sound.

At nine o'clock that night, Wen Feng was just about to call Yang Lu's dormitory, when his mobile phone rang, and he didn't know the number when he saw it.

"Hello?"

"It's ...... me"

Wen Feng heard that it was Yang Lu's voice, so he asked, "Why haven't you returned to school yet?"

"I called you in the phone booth, today I gave a Chinese class to Koreans, they have something, two hours late, I just came out of their house now, there is no street light on the road in front is too dark, I am afraid!" Yang Lu said at the end, obviously feeling a little trembling in her voice, obviously very afraid.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Wen Feng hurriedly comforted her and said, "How far does the road ahead have to be to have street lights?"

"I don't know, maybe a few hundred meters. ”

"Don't worry, don't hang up the phone, I want to think about it. Wen Feng kept thinking about what he could do, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

"Mmmmmm, I don't hang up, it's good if you want to be by my side, what should I do? If I can hear your voice all the time, I won't be so scared. ”

"Voice, by the way, let's play a game?" Wen Feng suddenly said excitedly.

"I'm scared to death, what game are you still playing with me?" Yang Lu said angrily.

"Hehe, listen to me, I'll send you ten messages for the pager in a while, each one will call three times in a row, and the pager will keep ringing, you run forward as fast as you can, don't stop, keep running, its sound will accompany you to a place with a street lamp, do you hear clearly?"

"Uh-huh...... Yang Lu said as if she understood, "I know, you're just a pager, right?"

"Yes, when the pager rings, I will always be by your side!"

"Could it be that I stopped before I got to it?"

"No, a message call will ring for three seconds, and thirty will be two minutes, you will definitely be able to run, believe me, it will definitely be possible!" Wen Feng cheered Yang Lu up.

"What message will you send me?" Yang Lu asked curiously.

"Everything I want to do with you, are you ready? As soon as the pager rings, you hang up the phone and run, don't forget to pull out the 201 card!"

"Well, I'm ready!" Yang Lu said with a deep breath.