The playground at Dongchuan Middle School was noisy this noon, making it difficult for students who wanted to take a lunch break or do their homework in the school building.

Even in the first two goals of Hulay, there were brief cheers.

But now, at this moment, when Hulay sent the football into the second team's goal for the third time, there was no one in the stands on either side of the playground.

Even Li Qingqing stood in place, staring blankly at the court.

She couldn't believe Hulay had just completed his hat-trick.

Everyone watched in silence in front of the second team's goal.

The silence and silence were broken by a burst of laughter.

In the center of everyone's attention, the figure that fell to the ground rolled over, jumped up, and ran towards the corner flag area with teeth and claws.

It wasn't until he got closer that everyone noticed that there was a blush on his face, or specifically under his nose, around his mouth......

That's blood.

But I can't see clearly, I don't know if it's a nosebleed or a bleeding mouth.

The blood was tossed into the air with his exaggerated head-shaking movements, falling onto his shoulders, onto his arms, and onto the placket of his clothes, making the red of the training vest even deeper.

But he didn't realize it, or didn't care at all, he just laughed loudly, looked up to the sky, and danced with his hands. It's like a kid who has been rewarded for going to an amusement park.

There was silence in the stands, and it wasn't until a long time later that Li Qingqing and Song Jiajia heard a soft shout from behind them: "What the...... Luck is too against the sky, isn't it?! Did this man save the galaxy in his last life? ”

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After the first test match, Li Zhiqun limped back to the classroom, he didn't want to stay on the sidelines, stay in that sad place.

When he returned to the classroom, he sat in his seat, rubbing his strained muscles, and still feeling bored when he remembered the game just now.

He's been looking forward to this match, just to see Hulai make a fool of himself.

Who would have thought that Hulai had scored three goals, although it was shit luck, but it was also three goals, wasn't it?

On the contrary, it was himself, and he didn't have any good performance, so he was injured...... I feel that I am the one who is ugly.

The students who had already watched the excitement had returned to the classroom one after another, both men and women, were discussing the match that had just ended, and the girls were more concerned about Luo Kai's performance, and he completed two hat-tricks in that game, which was very shiny.

The boys, on the other hand, surprisingly mention Hulai's name more.

"I really didn't expect Hulai to score three goals......"

"yes, I don't usually see it at all......

"Eh, do you think he's really going to join the varsity team?"

Hearing this, Li Zhiqun couldn't hold back, and snorted heavily from his nose: "What do you think? Score three goals to make the school team? How can the school team be so easy to enter? ”

The classmate who was refuted by Li Zhiqun in person had a little uncontrollable on his face, and argued: "Everyone has scored three goals, can't they enter the school team?" ”

"Is it awesome to score three goals? Hulai was just lucky! Speaking of this, Li Zhiqun was angry, and his voice was a few degrees higher. Those three goals can be scored by anyone there, what's so rare! What does it mean to score by luck? Meaning it can't be copied! Can you guarantee that he's so lucky every game? If you're lucky, you won't score, and if you're unlucky, you won't score, and scoring a goal is the same as hitting a lot of luck...... What coach would recruit someone like that to the varsity team? Is his brain confused! ”

Li Qingqing happened to walk to the door of the classroom when he heard Li Zhiqun's high-minded talk coming from inside.

She frowned slightly.

The person arguing in the classroom was silent when he heard Li Zhiqun say this.

Because if you think about it carefully, what Li Zhiqun said makes sense.

Any coach wants his players to be in stable form, and all hope is pinned on illusory luck, which is not something that a professional coach can do.

Li Qingqing also returned to his seat in silence.

At this moment, a coaxing voice came from the corridor outside: "Hu Daxian Hu Daxian!" ”

"Hulai, you've spent all your life's good luck here!"

Then Hulai's voice rang out: "What luck? I rely on strength! ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it's strength, it's strength, can you tell me about the lottery numbers that will be drawn tonight?"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, buy it!"

Laughter came from outside, and in the midst of this laughter, Hulay walked into the classroom with his head held high, and then sat down in his seat.

Li Qingqing looked at Hu Lai like this, and thought that he was so serious about conducting special training before participating in the team entrance test, and now he must be happy with his performance, right? After all, it was three goals and a hat-trick.

But could those three goals really make him a selection for the varsity team?

To be honest, Li Qingqing has no bottom in his heart now.

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Hulai, carrying a schoolbag on his back, stood at the door of a lottery spot, and several people stood in the small storefront, surrounding the lottery machine and handing over the pieces of paper in their hands.

And in front of the lottery machine, there is a middle-aged aunt with permed hair, with eyes on the bridge of her nose, squinting her eyes, taking the piece of paper handed by those people with one hand, and pressing it quickly on the lottery machine all the time. She doesn't look at the numbers on the screen at all, she is very skilled.

Soon, a freshly baked lottery ticket was played out and handed over to the people waiting nearby.

After carefully checking the numbers on the lottery ticket, the person who got the lottery ticket carefully put it in his personal pocket, but did not rush to leave, but turned around and paced to the wall behind the lottery machine, staring at the trend chart of the lottery numbers on the wall and studying it.

It was a lottery station that Hulai would pass by every day after school, but he had never wanted to come here before.

Standing at the door of the lottery station today, Hulai hesitated to buy himself a lottery ticket.

The reason why he had such an idea was because those classmates who made a fuss gave him inspiration.

He still has a very clear understanding of himself, and despite the plug-in, it is really difficult for him to complete a hat-trick in such a short period of time without relying on luck.

And as it turned out, he had really good luck in the game.

Especially the third goal, in which case the football was able to hit itself in the face and bounce back into the goal......

If such a goal is not explained by luck, there is really no second reason.

Although he refuted the claims of his classmates in the hallway that they were lucky, he had a compulsion in his heart, so he just said that he would not admit defeat.

How can you admit to your face that you scored a goal by luck?

And now, he is standing at the door of the lottery station, thinking that it seems good to get rich overnight by luck.

If you really win 5 million, you can pay off all the foreign debts owed by your family.

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Out of the corner of her eye, the busy lottery station aunt caught a glimpse of a figure standing next to her, but she didn't hand over the paper, and asked without raising her head: "What are you playing?" ”

A young voice sounded: "Two-color balls, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven." ”

Auntie's hand was about to press down reflexively, but when she was about to touch the button, it stopped, and Auntie raised her head and frowned at the middle school student standing in front of her with a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Hmm." The middle school student nodded.

"How many times?"

"Just one bet ......"

The aunt stopped talking, and blindly played a lottery ticket, and then handed it to the middle school student.

Hu Lai took the lottery ticket that still had residual warmth, and confirmed that the seven numbers on it were indeed 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06+07.

He flicked the lottery ticket and slipped it into his school uniform pocket.

The lottery is hot, and his heart is hot.