"Hey, Milo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

On the evening of July 9, Qin Goodall dialed Klose's mobile phone.

"Do you want to apologize to me, Goode?"

The old K-head laughed on the other side of the phone.

"Oh no, why should I apologize," Qin Gude said with a smile, "I'm just officially challenging you. ”

Klose was taken aback, but he just listened quietly.

"We always have to decide the winner in the final," Qin Gude's voice came into his ears, "The honor of the top scorer in the World Cup, I will not make a humble concession because of age." ”

"Okay, tomorrow's game, I'll watch the live broadcast." Klose answered quietly, then hung up.

Old K, who put down the phone, suddenly laughed.

Twin sons Lu An and Noah, who were quietly listening to their mother's story on the bed, got out of the quilt and lay on their father's shoulders left and right: "Dabi, what are you laughing at?" ”

Klose hugged his two sons in his arms: "Just a funny little friend." ”

-

Thousands of miles away in China.

In a company in the imperial capital.

Luo Guangming stood in front of the door of the personnel director's office, hesitating whether he should slam the door in.

In the semifinals in the early hours of tomorrow morning, he has made an appointment to accompany his son Luo Feng to watch it, and he also has a few friends.

He needs to take time off.

-

A middle school in the imperial capital.

Luo Feng, a 14-year-old boy, looked at the homeroom teacher and wanted to speak several times, but he still didn't dare to speak.

In early July, the normal classes had long since ended, but this was a holiday tutorial class that the class teacher asked to participate in "voluntarily", and almost no one dared to refuse the teacher.

He wants to take a leave of absence for tomorrow's semi-finals.

But he seems to lack the courage to speak.

"Luo Feng, what's the matter with you?" The head teacher, who had just finished explaining a question to a student, noticed his expression and walked over to him with a book in his hand.

Luo Feng swallowed, and an inexplicable feeling of nervousness permeated his heart.

-

"Lao Luo, what are you doing?"

A colleague patted Luo Guangming on the shoulder: "If you have something, go in quickly, don't get in the way." ”

Luo Guangming smiled self-deprecatingly, finally raised his right hand, bent his index finger and middle finger, and gently knocked on the wooden door of the office three times, and there was a muffled sound on the solid wooden door.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

The voice echoed through the company, but he didn't hear the response inside.

He plucked up his courage and struck three more times.

"Please come in."

The deep voice of the company's middle manager finally came out.

After Luo Guangming slandered "pretending" in his heart, he pushed the door and walked in: "Director Gao is busy?" ”

But the director of the personnel department was a little wronged, because he had just finished answering a phone call, and he really didn't have time to spare time to receive Luo Guangming.

But he wouldn't explain this to the other party for this point, he just nodded at Luo Guangming: "Old Luo, you won't ...... Do you want to take a leave of absence again? It's been a bit of a fold these two weeks. ”

Luo Guangming smiled all over his face: "Senior Director, tomorrow's situation is a little special......"

The supervisor waved his hand: "I know, the Chinese team will play Argentina in the semifinals!" ”

Luo Guangming was slightly stunned, but heard the other party say again:

"Tomorrow morning, the whole company will have a holiday, you can rest assured to go and go to work normally in the afternoon."

"Really?" Luo Guangming was pleasantly surprised.

"The notice I just received was officially issued by the State Council Holiday Office, which is common throughout the country." Director Gao smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "And you don't have to make up the shift on weekends." ”

-

"Teacher Wang." Luo Feng suddenly thought of the idol in his heart.

The common idol of all Chinese football fans.

I don't even dare to ask for leave, what else do you want to revitalize China?!

A faint trace of courage suddenly welled up in his heart, so he puffed up his chest and made a request to the teacher: "Tomorrow...... I would like to take a day off. ”

Teacher Wang glanced at him and patted his head: "Tomorrow is supposed to be a holiday." ”

"Huh?" Luo Feng opened his mouth.

Teacher Wang shrugged his shoulders: "Principal Lin organized us to watch the live broadcast of the semi-finals...... I don't want to go...... Damn the Chinese team, what kind of semi-finals are you, Argentina is so strong, my plum ball king must have a hat trick. ”

"Teacher!"

Several voices suddenly came to mind in the classroom.

Teacher Wang turned around in shock, but saw more than a dozen unconvinced little faces.

"How?"

The students who were still childish, but were no longer children, shouted one after another.

"You can not watch the game, but how can you say that!"

"I'm going to expose you in WeChat!"

"I'll forward it! Not turning is not Chinese! ”

"I'm going to send it to Dean of Students and Principal Lin!"

Teacher Wang's legs shook and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't, I'll send you a big red envelope! Don't send it to Principal Lin! ”

-

In any case, on the afternoon of July 9, the staff of all government agencies, institutions, schools, state-owned enterprises, factories, and most private enterprises in China received a notice of a half-day holiday tomorrow.

Some corporate CEOs are even more bold, they directly let their employees take a paid day off, and even pay out of their own pockets to organize employees to watch the venue.

At 11:30 a.m. on July 10, a familiar burst of laughter rang out from more than 100 million electronic screens across the land of China.

"Haha, the players of both sides are in the final warm-up, and in 30 minutes, the second semi-final of the 2014 World Cup in Brazil will be played here," Duan Yixuan's voice rang out, "The two strongest players in football today are about to face off here!" ”

"That's right, the pinnacle showdown between the Chinese team and Argentina!" His partner He Wei was unusually emotionally high from the start, "This Argentina team is very similar to the team that won the championship in 1986, with a tight defensive system as their foundation, and an attacking group with a talented captain as a number 10 to bring them victory." Such an Argentine team is not here to show beautiful football, but to try to win the championship! In the past, the Argentine team always had a tragic color, the process of playing was gorgeous but always could not go to the end, sometimes even out early, this Argentine team was tired of the story of the red face and life, and began to walk the iron-blooded spirit, they realized that the splendid on the field is not romantic, and the down-to-earth life is the most brilliant art. They have given up the flashy, they have completed the revolution, you must know how painful such a revolution is for the Argentines who are more perfect, maybe only the moment they get the Hercules Cup, all the forbearance and pain will be rewarded, but now it is one step away! ”

"Hmm......" Duan Yixuan pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Although you said it wonderfully, ...... Why are you on the side of the Argentine team? ”

He Wei smiled, half jokingly and half seriously, replied to his colleague: "Actually...... I'm also a crow's mouth. ”