A very old floral tablecloth, spread directly on the grass like a camping camp, with coarse whole wheat bread, roast meats, snacks and drinks on top of it—all brought by Bard, and Barack couldn't even remember what day it was, so how could he prepare food?

Born in a single-parent family, his mother died very early, and his father was on a mission abroad as a professional soldier and only came back once a year for Christmas, so Barack lived alone, and naturally no one reminded him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The food was plentiful and delicious. Bud's mother, Aunt Kim, is famous for her craftsmanship throughout the town, especially the baked snacks, which are even better than those sold in the stores outside, but these delicious foods still can't stop Bud's broken mouth.

"You're right, we really shouldn't say no to Keane, that guy is awesome! I sometimes even feel like I'm playing with you!" Budd seems to have won so well that he's forgotten how arrogant and unscrupulous the rookie named Keane was a few hours ago.

Listening to Bard's chatter, Barack was in a trance for a while, as if he was watching the game from the stands, obviously he persuaded the players of the Scarecrows team not to reject Keane, but why was his heart so uncomfortable when he saw the victory of the Scarecrows team and celebrated it?

Am I jealous?

Barack's heart shrank as if it had been burned by fire, almost suffocating.

Could it be that everything he had done before was fake? It was all against his will? In fact, he wanted the Scarecrows to lose the game? Barack suddenly remembered that when he was admitted to the hospital three weeks ago, he did have a slight thought, if nothing else, but because it would prove his importance even more.

At that time, Barack had not yet been diagnosed and could no longer play, and he was full of hope that when his leg injury healed, he would personally lead the team to seek revenge on the Witch team! To win the cheers of the people again! To prove that he is the hero of Abergast and the savior of the Scarecrows!

Unfortunately, the next day, Barack was told that he would never be able to play again, and that it would be difficult to go as fast as possible.

Everything was in vain, Barack fell completely silent, his teammates came to see him and left, the coach came to see him and left, and Kranny came to see him and broke up with him. In this way, three months later, Barack deliberately stopped thinking about football, but when he walked into the Scarecrows lounge again, he suddenly found that he was still haunted, and that the three months of avoidance were nothing more than self-deception. So Barack encouraged his old teammates to stick together, because he didn't want to see the Scarecrows lose as much blood as before.

Now, the results are in, a hearty victory! So much so that even Aunt Kim's biscuits can't stop Bud's smug mouth. Even the whole town turned into a sea of joy, and everyone shouted Keane's name and enjoyed the joy of victory. Of course, no one remembers that there was a man who led their team to victory.

"If the victory of the Scarecrows is what I expected, and even contributed to, then why should I be disappointed and unwilling?" said Barack.

"Come back. At that moment, Bud suddenly said.

"Where's the return?" Belak hadn't heard what Bard had said.

"Of course it's the team, man!" Bard shouted, seemingly unhappy with Barack's wandering.

"It's impossible. Barack pointed to his right leg and shook his head.

"Who says you have to play when you come back to the team? We want you to come back as an assistant coach so that you can continue to contribute to the team and you can continue to coach us. We all know that even if you don't play, you're just as good as a coach!" Bud urged.

On being a coach, Bard doesn't exaggerate. In the past, Batrap was indeed a top high school quarterback, and maybe if he was given two or even a year, he would be able to remove the word "high school". However, Barack's football talent is not only reflected in the football, he can be a top high school quarterback, he can also be proficient in tactical deployment and on-the-spot command, and even a newspaper once commented on him, saying that he was simply born for football, whether on or off the football field, he can do anything!

So, not being able to play doesn't mean he's quitting football. Going back to the team as an assistant coach is indeed a big ** for Barack, and if he agrees, his high school career will no longer be bleak.

Barack finally came to his senses and looked at Bud seriously, and Bader knew very well that he had not even thought of this idea, and it was impossible for Bud to come up with it.

"Whose idea was this?" asked Barack.

"Why can't it be my idea? Okay, okay, I'll admit, it was the coach's suggestion, and he asked me to convince you. Bard spread his hands.

The coach, the serious and strict Danathan, in the game three months ago, was when he asked himself if he wanted to insist on the final attack, of course, that was what the manager had to do, and Barack didn't want to resent the coach, after all, the final blow was his choice, and the leg injury was indeed an accident, and he couldn't even blame the Witch defenders.

But Barack is still a little resistant to returning to the team, although the leg injury is just an accident, although he doesn't resent anyone, but he feels like a loser when he goes back like this, especially now that the team has a new "Baellak".

"Bard, why are you playing?" asked Barack without saying yes or no, but suddenly.

"Why play?" Bud was stunned, and then he hesitated.

Bader's abnormality made Barack also stunned, he originally just asked casually, what Barack wanted was not Budd's answer but his own, he wanted to recall the purpose of his play, he wanted to awaken his enthusiasm and persuade himself to go back.

But the unexpected happened, and Bud hesitated, which was not his style. The guy who has always had a mouth faster than his head is actually hesitating?

Barack has long been tired of hearing countless declarations such as playing football for the sake of cannon girls, going to big cities to play football for big city girls, and playing famous girls like big stars and big models when they become famous. Originally, Barack had not expected to hear any new answers, but now it seemed to have changed.

"Do you really want to know why I'm playing?" said Bard, as if he had finally figured something out, with a determined expression.

"Isn't it for pickling girls?" said Barack curiously.

"Of course not, I'm not here to play for girls. Bard showed a mouthful of white porcelain-like teeth, and he smiled happily and proudly, as if he was proud to have deceived everyone.

"And what are you for?" Becca was surprised, he had never seen Bud smile so sly.

"I'm just telling you, don't tell anyone about it. Bard looked left and right, and then whispered to Belak's ear, as if he was afraid of being heard, even though the closest person to them was thirty meters away.

"Well, you know I've always had a tight mouth. Barack was intrigued by Bard's mysterious appearance.

"Actually, I like the way you take a shower after a game. Bard finally whispered the answer.

……

"You're really, you're not kidding?" Belak cautiously shifted back.

"I'm sure!" Bard said with rare seriousness, "I wouldn't have told you such an important secret if it weren't for convincing you." ”

"I'd rather not know such a secret!" berack cried. However, Bard even told such a secret in order to get himself back, and Barack's heart was indeed greatly touched.

"Well, I've told you all the secrets, so let's come back!" Bard looked at Barack expectantly.

Barack almost said yes, he felt the urge to go back. But the words "Keane" and "loser" swirled in his head, and Barack swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

"Let me think about it again, it won't take long, my brain is a bit messed up right now, and I want to calm down alone. "That's what Bader said to him before he left with some disappointment.

Lying on your back on the soft grass, the sun is best at the end of April, there is no annoying blazing heat, there is just warmth, no problem even if it is long in the sun. Barack was lying there, thinking about what he was playing, he was thinking about his childhood dreams.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the sky, as if it was the refraction of the sun's rays, and before Barack could figure out what was going on, the golden light seemed to have found its master, and it folded from the sky to Berac's forehead in an instant.