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At half past six in the morning, many people with "lazy cancer" struggled in bed for a long time to get up, and Meng Xianwu opened his eyes and looked at the roof motionlessly.

Because Master Shen's letter of recommendation was pasted on the roof by him, he could see it when he opened his eyes every day.

Meng Xianwu sat up from the bed, and then pressed the alarm clock next to him, the alarm clock was still ten minutes away, but he was already awake.

After washing up, carrying a schoolbag and pushing a bicycle, I bought two large vegetable bags and a cup of soy milk downstairs.

Half an hour later, I returned to the classroom, and at this time all the desks and chairs were arranged, and today was the final exam.

Everyone was using the last bit of time in the morning to memorize the most easily forgotten knowledge, and the first subject was Chinese.

A girl sitting next to Meng Xianwu even secretly copied three ancient poems that she couldn't memorize in a pack of Vida tissues.

This method was taught to her by Meng Xianwu, and at this time, Wang Ningning looked at Meng Xianwu next to her, and was suddenly surprised: "Don't you review?"

Meng Xianwu, who was playing with his mobile phone while eating breakfast, said with a smile: "I watched it for three hours last night, and it's almost." "He actually played a football game all night yesterday.

Meng Xianwu was swiping posts in Barcelona's post bar at this time, he was a Chelsea fan, but because he was about to sign up for a football school that Barcelona cooperated with the local area, he posted on the post bar to inquire about the situation.

Of course, the vast majority of people persuaded him to give up.

"I'm also a fan and to be honest, it's not for everyone, if you really like football, I think you might as well make some money and go to Camp Nou. ”

"Look at a fart ball, if you want to play, play bigger, like Boss Wang, directly make a team by yourself and play the Super League. ”

"Right, buy a few players for yourself and play in the league. ”

"It's too late to be seventeen, I have a classmate who is now in Luneng's football school, I heard them say that the circle is not good, I want to focus on training, throw a hundred thousand, want to enter the team, spend money and smash relationships, and have to deal with teammates, anyway, there are many troubles. ”

As far as I know, there are often scouts in and out of these schools, if you are really talented and have the opportunity to be seen, you can play in other leagues, don't be able to mix in and out of the country. ”

"In the first two years, there were a bunch of black whistles and a bunch of match-fixing, and if you want to play in China, you will be wasted. ”

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and at half past eight, everyone took pens and went to other classrooms for exams.

Meng Xianwu was fighting at home, taking the test in his classroom, but he was sitting in the first row, just under the eyes of the invigilator.

Coincidentally, the invigilator was still his homeroom teacher, Meng Xianwu immediately lowered his head, and originally said that after doing the multiple-choice questions, he would almost go to sleep, but he didn't read it anyway.

is not preparing for the college entrance examination, these exams have lost their meaning in an instant, and he is now full of football.

What I didn't dare to imagine before, but now it's happened, Meng Xianwu now means that since he can play football, he still reads a fart book.

Some people enter football schools, and they still expect to not be able to play professional football and take the normal college entrance examination, but Meng Xianwu feels that it is better to go out, people's energy is limited, if they really want to take the road of professional football, then the time that starts now is wasted every minute and every second.

The bell rang, but Meng Xianwu didn't start writing for a long time, and kept sitting in a chair in a daze.

Song Xiaoping, as the head teacher, noticed the strangeness of the other party, and immediately walked to Meng Xianwu's side, but Meng Xianwu was still motionless.

"It's been more than ten minutes, why didn't you even write your name?" Song Xiaoping said in a reproachful tone.

"Ah, teacher, I ......" Meng Xianwu came back to his senses at this time, his face full of embarrassment.

Meng Xianwu took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I want to quit school." ”

There was a bang, and many of the students around who were bowing their heads for the exam looked up in shock.

Dropped???

Song Xiaoping immediately realized the importance of the problem and said, "You come out with me." ”

She walked to the door of the classroom and asked Meng Xianwu to be outside the classroom, so that she could communicate with the other party while invigilating.

"What's going on?" Song Xiaoping asked in shock.

"I don't want to miss it anymore, I couldn't review my books yesterday, and I might have to drop out of school to play football. ”

Song Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that she had misheard.

Even the students sitting in the first row of exams showed extremely surprised expressions, playing football?

Song Xiaoping has heard that her parents are backward in thinking and think that studying is useless, so she doesn't study. I have also met people who have money at home and simply don't study and go back to follow their family to do business, but you say to play football???

This is the first time I have encountered it.

"You...... What the hell do you think?" Song Xiaoping couldn't be distracted to go to the invigilation, and asked anxiously.

"My dad also agreed, I will go to football school this winter vacation, and I can also take the college entrance examination. Meng Xianwu finally added one more sentence, mainly because he didn't want the teacher to worry too much.

Song Xiaoping blinked and said word by word: "No, your family also agrees that you will drop out of school now?

"It's not like dropping out, football schools also have cultural classes, but it's relatively few, mainly because they have more time to play. Meng Xianwu said seriously.

Song Xiaoping frowned, and unconsciously raised the volume, "Have you ever thought about what work you are going to do in the future?"

Meng Xianwu grinned and blurted out, "Kick the ball!"

"You...... You want to be a professional footballer, right?" Song Xiaoping finally understood what the student meant.

"Yes, I'm going to be a professional. Meng Xianwu nodded.

Song Xiaoping smiled bitterly: "And then your family also agreed? It's not that the teacher said that he doesn't like you, but are you sure you can become a professional player?"

At this time, the students who were taking the exam inside were very curious and looked outside, wondering who was so awesome that they wanted to drop out of school to play football, and said that they wanted to be professional footballers.

Even if many people in the national football team scold, not everyone can be a professional player.

"You tell the teacher the truth, whether this matter is your own idea, or whether you have already communicated it with your family. Song Xiaoping really can't believe that some parents would be so stupid.

"I've already communicated with the teacher, so I'm so full of other things that I really can't calm down for the exam. Meng Xianwu knew that the teacher actually cared about himself.

"No, you call me, and I'll give your parents a good talk. Song Xiaoping said solemnly.

(To be continued.) )