Barcelona doesn't know how much rain it has been, and the plane trees are washed green, and their posture is getting taller and taller in the wind. But until the first semester of the first year of junior high school passed, Carlo still did not wait for Bella's answer.

Or rather, he didn't even see her face.

He had also traveled through several districts, running to Bella's school to wait for her to get out of school, expecting the girl to say a word to him, even if it was ......

Even if it's a refusal.

He was afraid of such a separation, which made him uneasy, and Oleg said that by doing this, Bella meant that she was not interesting to him, she did not want to respond to him, and it was even possible that Bella hated him like this.

He didn't want Bella to hate him, he just wanted Bella to say hello to him now, and that would be fine.

Carlos played frantically for three days, and finally ran dozens of kilometers in the early morning of the fourth day to the school of this black-haired doll.

He just stood at the door and waited, even though he knew that there would be no one at this time, he kept craneing his neck and looking. The winter was a bit cold, and Carlos stood in the cold wind for almost ten hours, finally waiting for the school bell to ring.

Bella came out.

But before he could see clearly, the doll in the white coat immediately turned around and got into the car, and he chased after it with difficulty, but the crowd brought a huge obstacle, and the waist-length black hair swayed behind her, curly, and stood out against the white clothes.

Bella only gave him a back.

Carlos crouched down, his head in his hands, and □□ hard, he knew that he shouldn't have pierced so early, it was all his fault, it was all his fault.

The supple blonde hair was turned into a bird's nest by him, and Carlos thought that if he hadn't been so anxious, it would have been different, they were still the best friends, and she would come to accompany him every weekend, instead of now, and hurriedly got into the car and left.

On his way back, Carlos passed by the Camp Nou, it was the end of the season, and the shouts of the stadium could make people's blood boil from afar, and he went to the ticket office alone to buy tickets for the next day.

I bought it very late, and this game is not watched by many people, so the position is still there, but the location is not very good. Carlos watched a game quietly with a music box.

At the end of the game, Carlos didn't care who played with whom, what the score was, those cheers that had boiled his soul seemed to be isolated in another world, his eyes kept staring at the music box in his hand, constantly rubbing.

Back in La Masia, where the noise could still be heard, Carlos asked his teammates to give the U16s a match on February 3, and the U16s agreed, and the coach arranged a time for them to use it.

In the course of a year, Carlos and his teammates have been promoted to the Under-15 level, and they still have a long way to go.

The competition between the players has always been appreciated by the coaches, let alone the Under-15 vs. Under-16. The academy loves these children who can create miracles and their brilliance may bring glory to Barcelona in the future.

Football is a competition, and only absolute wisdom and strength can control the ball.

Carlos wrote another invitation and, like last time, sent it to Bella's house by intra-city courier. He is still the number three, captain of the Under-14s, playing in midfield.

He hopes that this ball game will make Bella reconcile with him, as before, as good friends.

It's like when he was at a low point, and an invitation letter brought them back together.

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Su Qingjia soon received this invitation, February 3, it was her birthday, and she understood what the blonde boy wanted to do.

After more than half a month of cold treatment, her IQ was finally online, but she still didn't take the initiative to find Carlos, and she didn't even turn a blind eye to Carlos coming to her school.

She is not running away, she just hopes that when he encounters another serious setback, Carlos will be able to come out on his own, and in the face of a qiē, he needs to grow on his own, and in the ups and downs, his muscles and bones will be stronger.

So after careful consideration, Su Qingjia still decided not to meet Carlos. If a player falls on difficulties so easily, how can he hold up the backbone of the court?

It's not distressing, it's fake.

When she was in the corridor of the teaching building that day, she saw the blonde hair from a distance, like the light of a warm little sun in the slaughtering winter.

Su Qingjia quietly ran to the pillar behind the gate and probed out, this angle was very strange, and she couldn't be seen outside. She saw the little golden retriever with his head held high, his eyes were a little anxious, he was still very handsome that day, dark blue jacket and jeans, his outstanding height and appearance made him eye-catching, and his blonde hair was lying on his head.

January is the coldest time, Su Qingjia looked at Carlos wearing sneakers, a little worried, she wanted to tell him that it was time to go back, but just when she wanted to take a step, she found that it was not possible.

When she was out of school, she was in a hurry, and for this reason, she also begged the white swan to go quickly, so that Carlos could not catch up.

Leaning on the back window, Su Qingjia watched for a long time, the blonde boy squatted to the ground in a dejected manner, like a homeless Labrador, she could almost imagine how sad his expression was.

She didn't know if the boy would come out on his own, he needed time.

But today, Su Qingjia suddenly received this invitation letter, and she was pleased to find that this young man was no longer Wuxia Ameng.

He will never run to Columbus Square alone again to give up on himself, he chooses to face the difficulties in his own way.

On February 3, Su Qingjia went out early, and she wore a blue coat today, just like Carlos's eyes.

By the time she arrived, the two teams had already begun to warm up, Oleg was not here, Oleg, who had chosen the path of a professional player, was taken to the training camp, and this nagging flowery boy needed more effort to fulfill his expectations for the future, although, there must be beauties in the expectations.

Su Qingjia was a little unaccustomed to hearing Oleg's chatter for a long time, but soon she found the focus of attention, the number three in the blue jersey - Carlos.

U16 is red.

The blonde boy's eyes lit up at her, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and Su Qingjia saw this long-lost smile, and also curved the corners of his mouth.

The weather is a bit gloomy today, with a few dark clouds over Barcelona, and the wind is cool and cool, blowing a faint chill.

The referee blows the whistle and the game begins.

The two sides started to attack, with the Under-16s outpacing the Under-15s in height and experience, but Carlos and Garcia were the key players in the tournament. In the entire twenty minutes, the Under-16s did not score a single goal.

Carlos fully showed the absolute perspective and ability to control the whole field as a midfielder, he is like a general, strategizing on the battlefield and winning thousands of miles, not to mention that this general has super speed and agile style of play in addition to deploying troops, he is carrying out his football art on this artificial turf, which is strange and creative.

In the beginning of the competition, the two teams were evenly matched, each testing the other. At the end of the second half, Carlos decided to change his tactics and run all over the pitch in search of a goal.

Tick, tick, tick......

Su Qingjia suddenly heard a murky voice, and slowly began to get louder.

It's raining.

There was a barrier on the side of the spectators, which did not make a difference, and the game was still going on, and it was impossible for the two sides on the field to stop the game due to weather conditions.

Carlos touched the rain on his face, and his flowing blonde hair was wet.

Although the Mediterranean climate keeps the winter temperature in Barcelona above zero, the rain still makes people shiver.

The coaches of both sides asked for a timeout.

Carlos watched as his teammates took out another pair of shoes from the cabinet and began to change.

He was a little dazed, then looked down at the blue and white sneakers he had bought for this competition, and did not move.

Garcia tied up his shoelaces and asked, "Carlos, aren't you changing your shoes?" Apparently he was a little confused about Carlos's behavior.

Carlos was about to speak, when the coach walked in, and he said, "Okay, everyone, hurry up, it's time to play, come on, everyone!" ”

After a cheer, everyone returned to the court.

Su Qingjia felt slightly that something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't tell clearly, she was just worried.

It was Carlos' first time playing in the rain.

As a player, there is nothing more to fear than a cold and a broken bone.

Although the cold is small, it may bring a variety of adverse reactions to the body, and the training is regressive, and what is more tricky is that the cold will be contagious, and one person will have a cold, which may affect the level of the entire team. Exercising when you are not feeling well will have stricter consequences.

As for broken bones, it is easy to understand, because players are prone to fractures and become "glass men", unable to continue their careers, thus ruining their dreams.

La Masia also values the physicality of his players, and since Carlos entered the Academy, he has never practiced in the rain as before, because the coach told them to take care of their bodies and move to indoor training when it rains.

But this time, Carlos felt a huge difference.

He made a pass to Seven, but the ball unexpectedly deviated from his intended trajectory and deflected wide.

He explained to his teammates with gestures and said it was his mistake.

Su Qingjia, who was sitting on the sidelines, became more and more anxious. She had a hunch that something bad would happen.

But she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Carlos extended his running range, but the moment the ball was broken, he slammed and fell to the ground.

He got up and continued to run, but after a short time he fell again. Before and after, I fell down four or five times. His forehead was already red and swollen.

Carlos could feel the broken skin on his leg very tightly, and the impact was painful.

The heavy rain continued to fall, and there seemed to be a tendency to never stop, and the U15 midfield was completely scrapped, and they became a litter of scattered sand, and there was no longer any strength, and the U16 began to break through the rights and score one after another.

The whistle blows.

“3：0。 Red wins! ”

Carlos was helped off the pitch by his teammates.

They lost, lost in a mess.