The Hulai man sat honestly at his desk, and when he felt the light dimmed next to him, a hand reached over and placed a plate on the table next to him.

Hulai turned his head and saw his mother.

After her mother Xie Lan put down the plate, she did not rush away, but sat down on the edge of the bed next to the desk.

"Mom, is there something wrong?" Hulai asked, confused.

In the past, when my mother came to deliver fruit or something, she put it down and left, for fear of disturbing her study, so the mother who sat down today seemed a little abnormal.

Facing her son's puzzled gaze, Xie Lan pondered for a while and then said, "Mom knows that you like to play football, but your studies are the most important thing. ”

When the mother noticed that her son had come back in the past two days, his body was dirtier than usual, and the sweat ploughed the dust on his face into furrows.

How could she not know what her son was doing in the past two days.

I used to know that my son was secretly playing football, but out of spoiling my son, the mother didn't say anything, and even helped my son cover up. After all, she and her husband think differently, and think that it is better for her son to have a hobby than not to have any hobby at all, as long as he does not follow the professional path, it is not a big deal to play football.

But now it seems that my son is becoming more and more interested in football and is investing more and more. She is worried that if this situation continues, she will not be able to hide it from her husband and will also affect her son's academic performance.

"I know, Mom, I've been learning all along." Hulai didn't expect his mother to come to him to talk about this.

At home, "football" is a forbidden language, and he secretly hides it from his family when he plays football outside, and he thinks his mother must know, but she has never broken it. I don't know why Mom did it all of a sudden today.

"Your dad is against you playing football and wants you to study hard, and he has a reason......" Xie Lan thought for a moment and added, "He doesn't want you to follow his old path." ”

"Mom, three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion. Besides, I don't think there's any shame in being a security guard, don't you all rely on your own labor to earn money to support your family? Hulai said with a grin.

His father worked as a security guard in a high-end residential complex.

Hearing his son say this, Xie Lan glared at him: "Don't say this in front of your father!" Of course, parents want their children to be more productive than themselves, otherwise why did we send you to Dongchuan Middle School in the first place? ”

As one of the best middle schools in Dongchuan City, it is not easy to go to Dongchuan Middle School, either passing the super high score line of Dongchuan Middle School in the high school entrance examination, or spending money to find a relationship trustee to stuff the child in.

Hu Lai was silent, but it could be seen from the expression on his lips that he was a little unimpressed.

Xie Lan also knew her son's thoughts, and she sighed softly: "In short, don't be too crazy. ”

What not to be too crazy, she didn't say, but Hulay knew.

Mom got up and left, Hu Lai continued to sit at his desk, looking at the plate that his mother brought over just now, the plate was the apple that his mother had carefully prepared for him, the skin was all peeled off, the core was gone, the flesh was cut into small pieces, and there was a toothpick inserted on it, so that he could eat it directly, and he didn't have to wipe his hands or wash his hands after eating, so as not to delay his study and homework.

Apples are red Fuji, very crisp, very sweet, and have a lot of juice, but it is not easy to preserve, so peel and put it, and the air contact time is a little longer, the surface of the pulp will oxidize and change color, and it should be eaten as soon as possible.

But Hulai didn't eat it.

He actually likes to eat apples, but after listening to his mother's words, he doesn't want to eat them.

He knew that his mother peeled apples for his own good, and he was so well prepared for him that he didn't want to delay his time.

Just like when his parents borrowed money and paid a high price to send him to Dongchuan Middle School.

It is also for his good, sending him to the best middle school, and creating the best learning conditions for him. Because Dongchuan Middle School's undergraduate online rate is as high as 98%, and the repeat online rate is as high as 90%. In other words, as long as you can walk through the doors of Dongchuan Middle School, you will almost certainly be admitted to the undergraduate program.

For this reason, Hu Lai's parents did not hesitate to borrow money from everywhere, and they also entrusted people to transfer several layers of relationships before sending him to this provincial key middle school in Dongchuan City.

Because of a lot of debt, his father took the initiative to apply for two more night shifts, just to be able to earn more bonuses and overtime pay, and to pay off the huge amount of 350,000 borrowed from relatives and friends everywhere as soon as possible - Hu Lai's parents did not tell him, he overheard it. When he overheard it, he rushed in and had a big fight with his parents.

Originally, he didn't want to go to Dongchuan Middle School, he wanted to go to the high school of the junior high school he originally attended, although that middle school was quite average, but with his academic performance, he could go straight to the middle school more easily, where there were junior high school classmates who had been with him for three years, there were his friends, closer to home, and he didn't have to run out to beg his grandfather to borrow money from his grandmother, and endure the white eyes of relatives.

The most important thing is that after doing this, these parents turned to him in a serious tone, and said to him in a tone of hatred: "We are not here for your good!" ”

This made Hulai very aggrieved.

"But I didn't let you do it! I didn't ask you to borrow that much money for me! I don't want you to give everything to create good conditions for me! I don't want to go to any bullshit provincial key middle school! You made the decision for me! ”

That day, when he yelled at his parents, his father slapped him hard.

When the argument was over, Hulai burst into his bedroom and locked the door. Dad roared in the living room: "Look at him! Look at him! He still feels wronged?! No gratitude! Who are we doing this for? After raising it for more than ten years, I raised a white-eyed wolf! ”

"Alright! Say less! You've drunk too much! Mom screamed and pushed her husband into their bedroom, and with a bang, the door slammed shut, and the screams and screams were locked in the room.

Hulay still vividly remembers his grievances and anger, which were clearly imposed on him by his parents, but in the end it seemed to be his own doing......

Why?

Why?

Hulai has never figured this out.

But he knew that he would not mention it in front of his parents in the future.

So when my mother said that sentence again just now, he held his answer in his heart.

Of course he knew that his mother was doing it for his own good, but he didn't want it like that.

From childhood to adulthood, they forced themselves to do many things they didn't like under the banner of "it's not for your good".

It's like playing football, obviously he likes it so much, but his father forcibly banned him on the grounds that "playing football is useless and delays learning". The other friends were playing football in the yard, and he couldn't even watch, let alone play. If you are caught secretly kicking the ball, you will be scolded at least and beaten at worst.

Scolding me and beating me all said it was for my own good. But why are you not allowed to do what you love for the sake of me?

Is this for my good?

Even if people all over the world think that parents give everything to create good conditions for their children for the good of their children, Hulai does not accept this view.

Political correctness does not mean true correctness.

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Retracting his gaze from the plate of peeled apples, Hulay stared at the textbook spread out in front of him.

Before his mother came in, he was honestly sitting at his desk and not actually reading a book, but repeatedly browsing the system interface in his mind.

It's not that there's anything new in the system - it's the same as before, a virtual character of his, an official store with only one product, and a lucky wheel with no bunny girls and only a marquee.

He is simply immersed in all kinds of beautiful visions of the future through the system.

In the past, he didn't have much to do, although he liked football, but he really didn't have much talent in football, so he could only honestly follow the path his parents had planned for him, even if he didn't know if he could go through it - although the undergraduate online rate of Dongchuan Middle School was as high as 98%, but what if he was unfortunate enough to become the 2%?

It's different now, I have a system, why not go the way you like?

He really felt the effect of the [Pulp Washing Elixir] given by the system, which showed that the system could really change his physique, and since it could change his physique, it could also change his life.

Hulay is convinced of this.

He just wants to take this path, no matter how much his father opposes it, even if he slaps himself again, he will take this road.

With this system, it must not be for him to follow the path that his parents planned for him.

Lao Tzu's life ...... It's time to hang up!

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PS, continue to take advantage of the fact that the book is not on the shelves yet, and you can add the number of words at the end of the chapter, so you don't have to worry about the opportunity to overcharge everyone, and talk to you about the protagonist, Hu Lai.

The original inspiration for this person came from a classmate of mine in my freshman year of high school.

We both have the same last name, and his name is just one word different from mine. He wears glasses like me, and even his body shape and appearance are somewhat similar.

He loves football and the military.

Boys, basically, love both, so we took him with us when we played.

But this football-loving classmate doesn't know how to play football, and his performance on the field is very ...... Poor.

Football knowledge off the field is very clear, and you can kick football into your own goal when you play on the field.

The movements are funny, he can't kick the ball even if he rounds his legs, and poking the ball with his toes is his standard operation.

I really like football, but I really like it, but if I play badly, I really play badly.

At that time, everyone was still laughing at him, and in the face of other people's ridicule, he just laughed, and he didn't seem to be angry if he didn't refute it.

Because he played so badly, everyone gradually stopped playing with him.

Later, when I was divided into liberal arts and sciences classes in the second year of high school, I stayed in my original class and became a liberal arts student, and he was separated.

Later, when I was about to graduate from high school, he was buying military magazines at a newsstand outside the school, and I met him and chatted with him.

"Do you still like football?"

"I don't like it." He shook his head with a smile and walked away with the military magazine.

I forgot about this classmate after that, but when I was planning to write a new book, his image and his story resurfaced in my mind.

I have to admit that when I was younger, I also laughed at this classmate, laughing at him for playing football badly, and laughing at his stupid laughter in the face of our criticism.

Now that I think about it, could this be another form of school bullying?

At that time, no one cared what he thought when he was ridiculed, no one cared whether he was happy or not, and no one could see his embarrassment from his smile.

He loved football and talked about the things and knowledge that happened in football, but after three years of high school, he didn't like football anymore.

I still felt sorry at the time, but now that I think about it, isn't that normal?

If you like football but can't get happiness in football, and if you want to play football and are ridiculed and excluded by your classmates, how many people can continue this love without regrets and regardless of return?

That's why he doesn't like football anymore.

I never had any contact with him – that conversation was the last time we spoke.

But come to think of it, he must be very happy now as a military fan and not a fan, right? After all, our J-20 has gone to the sky, the aircraft carrier has gone to sea, the 052D has passed the gas when it debuted, and the DF17 has become a new favorite......

And what about Chinese football?

With guilt for what I had done, I decided to write this classmate as the prototype of the main character in the novel.

Let him love football, and when he is constantly ridiculed and ostracized, there can be a plug-in to help him.

It also made Hulai more stubborn and tough than he was back then, and even if he was ridiculed, he could still maintain a strong heart to deal with those ill-intentioned laughter.

I have written too many football teenagers who are full of spirit and are embraced by the love of the people around them, and their stories are the experiences we dream of, my fantasies and YY.

But this book, I wanted to write about a man who was overlooked by many people, who also liked football, but he was not likable, he was a football teenager who was intentionally or unintentionally hidden from my previous football stories.

In the end, there is such a Hu Lai who makes readers feel "reckless" and "owed".

As the name suggests, he is very nonsense, but his nonsense is just a weapon for him to face this world that is not very kind to him, the only weapon.

When he faces the world with this weapon, he does not intend to surrender and admit defeat.

In the early spring of last year, I had dinner with the talking elbow in Chengdu and talked about a story that came to my mind, and I told him, "I want to write a story that is against the whole world." ”

And Hulai is the one who is against the whole world.