Thinking of her kindness, and even more remembering her talent in computer programming, Jiang Xinwei replied honestly: "I'm in the capital." ”

Su Mingming asked in surprise: "You are in the capital? Great! The capital is only more than 120 kilometers away from Jintian City, and you can rush there in less than two hours." You rent a car right away...... , don't worry, my uncle will definitely help you reimburse the fare. Even if the rental fee is one or two times more expensive during the Spring Festival, it's okay! My uncle will ask someone to arrange accommodation for you, and I promise that you won't regret it. By the way, I heard that there is a coach of a A club who will watch the game tonight, and he really wants to be taken a fancy to him, Jiang Dongliang, you are developed!"

Jiang Xinxu said: "Okay." I'll go take a look. ”

Anyway, being idle is idle, playing football, practicing the body and sobering up the brain is also a good thing.

Su Mingming was overjoyed: "Thank you so much." On behalf of my uncle, I thank you. …… , Pillars, be careful on the road. The time was in time, it only started at four o'clock in the afternoon, and the time was in time. ”

Jiang Xinwei said: "You really have Liu Bowen's ability, and you know how to pinch your fingers." How do you know I'm near Jintian City? If I'm in my hometown, how can I get there?"

Su Ming smiled embarrassedly: "The main reason is that this competition was decided by a few bosses on a temporary initiative. My uncle has no money in this club, and his subordinates are naturally not very obedient, and they can't find the main force to play football for a while. I had to call you to give it a try and see if you could get over, who knows if we were lucky, hehe. …… , Jiang Dongliang, if you really become the main player of Lijia A in the future, if you become a football star in the future, you must remember to invite me to dinner. I am your Bole. ”

Jiang Xinwei immediately ordered the driver and bodyguard to drive straight to Jintian City.

On the way to Jintian City, Jiang Xinwei called Wen Nianci and said that he would not go to her house for dinner, and it was likely that he would not come over today. Wen Nianci asked him where he was going, and he told him truthfully that he was going to play football in Jintian City now, which made Wen Nianci almost drop his jaw.

At the same time, he also received a call from coach Ma Xiaojin, who expressed his gratitude to Jiang Xinwei for coming to the rescue, and told him that the venue of the game was in the stadium of Jintian University, and asked him to go directly.

The car carrying Jiang Xinwei drove very steadily, more than 120 kilometers, and it took almost 80 minutes to drive directly to the gate of Jintian University. Maybe it's the Chinese New Year, the security guard guarding the school gate is very talkative, I heard that they went to the playground to participate in a football game, after getting a pack of cigarettes from Jiang Xinwei, the car drove all the way to the playground of Jintian University before stopping.

At this time, he knew that their opponent of the oral liquid was the team of Jintian University.

Walking into the playground, Jiang Xinwei saw coach Ma Xiaojin and a group of team members conducting adaptive training there.

Training at this time is naturally of little use to improve the team's skills, and the coach will not let the players have too strenuous exercise so as not to bring injury to the players.

Now the players are just getting familiar with the field, running in it, dribbling the ball, and passing each other short.

Fan Su obviously didn't come herself, she was still in her hometown to accompany her parents for the New Year.

Ma Xiaojin sat on the bench on the sidelines, silently watching the players, without pointing or scolding, so he was a spectator who came to watch the game. More often than not, he looks past his own players and more at those in the distance.

The players of the Jintian University team also started training on the other side of the court.

As soon as he changed his clothes, he rushed into the court, ran all over the field with the ball, and sometimes even rushed into the opponent's training ground, causing the players over there to look sideways. This guy wasn't embarrassed at all, he was still running around.

Sometimes his ball was cut off by players who were close, and then kicked far away by them as if they were venting, Jiang Xinxu was also angry, but smiled and ran after the ball.

Jiang Shige occasionally went crazy with him, but he still strictly guarded the area, and his body and ball did not go to the other party's side. Huang Qinghai, the main force of the oral liquid team, simply ignored Jiang Xinwei, pretending not to know him.

Jiang Xinwei's movement made the assistant coach a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything, even if there was a burst of boos from the stands, he didn't say anything to stop it, just looked at Ma Xiaojin from time to time.

Ma Xiaojin had no expression, he didn't seem to see what Jiang Xinwei did, but in fact, he thought a lot in his heart: he never understood, how could Jiang Xinwei be like this, call him stupid, he is gentle and elegant when he doesn't play football, although his skin is dark, but he is definitely a normal, polite and well-educated young man, but let's say that he is normal, as soon as he gets the ball, he becomes a scoundrel, and he becomes a guy who only knows how to run crazy, as if he is a child with ADHD. said that he likes to play football, and he entrusted his niece Su Ming to persuade him a few times, but this kid just didn't agree, and even a million annual salary couldn't attract him. He doesn't like football, but he's more dedicated on the pitch than any other player, training and playing almost desperately.

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Jintian City is also a city with a deep football heritage, and there are many people who play football among the people, and it is also a university campus, and there are 4,000 people in the stands with citizens and students. These people are basically fans of the Jintian University team.

This is understandable, as a native of Jintian City or even a student of Jintian University, it is impossible to support a team from other places.

It's not that the fans who support the oral liquid team don't say that there are none, but there are very few, and most of the employees of their oral liquid companies came temporarily after hearing the news, and the number adds up to less than two hundred.

At first glance, there are not as many fans of the oral liquid team as the vendors selling ice cream, cigarettes, melon seeds and mineral water in the stadium, and their voices are not as loud as the hawkers. Although it is the time of the Chinese New Year, there are still people who are willing to come out and make money.

The shouts of the hawkers came and went, but there was also a lively scene, which also diluted the one-sided atmosphere created by the fans of the Jintian University team.

When someone was trying to trumpet the horn, Ma Xiaojin seemed to come back to his senses, his eyes began to focus, and he began to seriously watch the players wearing blue vests and black pants on the field to warm up, and also looked at Jiang Xinwei from time to time. Occasionally, I glanced at an opposing player in a red vest and white pants in the distance.

When he looked at Jiang Xinwei, there was a different look in his eyes.

Suddenly, Coach Ma Xiaojin's assistant coach gently stabbed him, and said in a little surprise and amazement: "Why is Sheng Jianshu also here? Didn't he retire last year?"

Ma Xiaojin followed the assistant coach's gaze and looked up, glanced at the red vest players running on the field, and turned his head to look at Coach Ma Xiaojin suspiciously.

The assistant coach obviously didn't expect Ma Xiaojin to know Sheng Jianshu, so he explained: "A registered player of club A B. He used to play football in Sichuan Province, and his long-range shots were threatening, and the media nicknamed him Mortar. ”

Head coach Ma Xiaojin sighed, not much touched in his heart, or a little disapproving.

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