Chapter 11: Wang Jian's Education

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Wu Qi tossed and turned in bed, but he couldn't sleep.

Think about it, just sneak out and enjoy the shade.

The parallel bars in the corner of the campus, with a cool breeze, are a good place to be in a daze.

A month has passed, and Wu Qi is still in a vicious circle every day. As long as I am free, I am thinking about the previous things, as if I have fallen into evil.

"The third watch didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep in the middle of the night, and came here to play a ghost?" Wang Jian turned over and got on the parallel bars.

Wu Qi was frightened and almost fell off the parallel bars.

"Raw Management....... So I went out to cool off. Wu Qi thought he was here to arrest him and go back to the dormitory.

"Hmph......" Wang Jian smiled with an expression of almost helplessness.

"If you want me to say, you little kids don't understand anything. Just like you, if you really want to let you carry the banner and withstand the pressure like this, I won't see it end in a few days!" Wang Jian didn't come to catch Wu Qi and go back to sleep.

"Raw management, etc. Wu Qi was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Xue Gang went to Shenhua, are you particularly unwilling?" asked Wang Jian.

"Hmm. Wu Qi nodded.

"So what are you going to do now? I think about it every day, and then your grades are crashing? I heard that you have fallen out of the top 10 in this unit exam. Wang Jian knows Wu Qi's learning situation very well.

"Hmm...... It turns out that Mr. Wang, you also know. Wu Qi sighed, "I just don't want to accept it, I feel quite a pity." ”

"It's a pity? I think you've lost your soul. Wang Jian said.

"Hehe......" Wu Qi smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, I love football too! I used to want to be a professional footballer, but the reality is that no one in my family is going to support you in doing this. Of course, I don't have that talent. Wang Jian laughed at himself.

"I didn't get to be a professional footballer, but I still love football and I am fulfilling every day. Wang Jian continued.

"How much do you know about football? Do you know what the national football team ranks now?" Wang Jian suddenly asked.

"Huh?!" Wu Qi was confused by this question, "Huh...... I don't remember, it's not good anyway. ”

"Hmph..."Wang Jian sneered, "Let me tell you, the last World Cup swallowed nine bullets, and this qualifier has lost to the weak team many times, the world's top 100, Asia's seventh !!"

To say that the performance of the national football team in recent years has been bad, and it is often "slaughtered" in international competitions.

"A player's career is accompanied by benching, substitutions, shoe shine, water delivery, and finally starting. These are all hurdles! Wang Jian said earnestly.

"Since you are determined to be a player, you must be mentally prepared, without such awareness, you should study honestly, and don't come out and be embarrassed. Your heart is so fragile, you can't get over this little hurdle. When you get caught up in the whirlpool of football, you won't even be able to escape! Wang Jian's words suddenly became a little intense.

"......" Wu Qi did not answer, he felt that Wang Jian was reasonable. At this time, he was too depressed.

"So, if you want to be a good professional footballer, the mental quality is the most important. You are obviously not qualified for this lesson!" Wang Jian said as he shook his head.

Wu Qi was very recognized, as if he was being tapped by someone, and nodded frequently.

"Teacher Wang, how do you know so much?" Wu Qi asked.

"I just said it, I'm a fan too!" Wang Jian said.

"So, what should I do now?" Wu Qi asked Wang Jian for advice.

"Go back to sleep!" Wang Jian jumped off the parallel bars and walked away without looking back.

"Sleep?" Wu Qi was stunned.

Oh, yes, go to bed.