Once again, Hulay finished his homework in the morning and planned to leave home to meet at school.

For this scene, Xie Lan is a little used to it.

And she found that in order to be able to play football, her son did not have to whip him with his own in his studies - in the past, it was like asking Hulay to do his homework, and on Saturdays and Sundays at home, as long as he did not supervise him, he could spend his time playing other things.

Even if he confiscated all his extracurricular books, mobile phones and so on, he would rather sit at his desk and stare at his homework in a daze than write.

Now it's okay, he doesn't have to urge himself, he doesn't have to supervise himself, he obediently gets up early to do his homework.

Such a performance made her husband Hu Lixin rarely smile in front of his son.

Xie Lan kind of believed his son's words, maybe it was really the dopamine secreted after some exercise that worked?

She thinks that if her son's grades improve, then even if he just goes to watch the team play every weekend and can't play, it will not be in vain.

"Come back early after watching the ball." Before his son left the door, Xie Lan said to him.

"What, I'm going to play today!" Hulay said proudly.

Xie Lan's eyes widened: "Is your school team so weak?" Even you can play? ”

Although she doesn't know about the football team of Dongchuan Middle School, she knows her son. I was strictly forbidden to touch football since I was a child, and I didn't start playing on my own until I was in high school, so how long did it take to be on the school team and be able to play? She can guess what level her son is, and it will definitely not be much better.

"Mom!" Hulai dissatisfied. "I got this opportunity after conquering our strict coach in training!"

"Oh, then you're not a good coach." Sheeran said.

"Oh, Mom, you don't understand the ball, I can't tell you clearly!"

Hulai didn't bother to explain to his mother, turned around and went out. His dense footsteps sounded in the corridor, and he ran downstairs with a bang.

When Xie Lan closed the door and walked to the balcony, he could only see the back of his son stepping on his bicycle and rushing out.

Looking at his son's figure like a wild dog, Xie Lan smiled and shook his head.

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"Qingqing, the food is in the pot, I'm leaving." Li Ziqiang was at the top of the stairs, raised his head and said loudly.

After a burst of footsteps, Li Qingqing's head appeared at the staircase above, and she looked at her father: "Okay, Dad walk slowly." ”

"Hmm." Li Ziqiang nodded, turned to open the door.

But just as his hand was on the doorknob, his daughter's voice sounded behind him again: "That dad...... In the afternoon, you don't just play Hulai in the final stoppage time, do you? That's also a ...... of the last game."

Li Ziqiang held the guard's hand and paused, then turned back and looked at his daughter helplessly: "Is your father such a stingy person!" When it comes to getting him out of the game, it's certainly not possible to just use garbage time to pass him away. ”

"No, no, of course my dad can't be such a stingy person, I knew you wouldn't do it, hehe!" After speaking, Li Qingqing shrank back, and her voice came from her room: "Goodbye, Dad!" I'll be going to cheer you on in the afternoon! ”

Li Ziqiang went out of the door in a huff, and standing at the door, he took a deep breath for a minute before his emotions gradually calmed down.

His daughter's words just now really hurt him, he had worked so hard to raise such a big daughter, and he would suspect his father of playing tricks because of that stinky boy......

Am I that kind of person?!

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"Hulai! Here and here! When Mao Xiao greeted Hu Lai, who had just entered the school cafeteria, the people in the cafeteria all turned their eyes to the figure at the door.

Hulai, if nothing else, should be given a chance to play today.

This newcomer, who has only received basic training in the team for a month, is about to play. And you know, half of the entire school team has not been given a chance to play until now.

The emotions contained in everyone's gaze are complex.

After all, when he first entered the school team, he was a poor unlucky ghost in everyone's eyes. As a result, he now has to play earlier than half of his teammates.

To say not to envy, that is false.

But if you want to bless him, I'm afraid few people can do it.

Someone was whispering, "Why are you so sure he's going to play today?" ”

"Nonsense, this is the fifth round of the qualifiers, if you don't let him play at this time, do you have to wait until the semifinals of the sixth round and the final of the seventh round to let him play?"

Hu Lai followed Mao Xiao and Meng Xi to sit at an empty table for four, and he could still feel that someone was looking at him.

"Hulai, don't be too happy too soon." As soon as he sat down, Meng Xi lowered his voice and said to Hu Lai.

"Huh?" Hulay was surprised. "Am I acting so obviously?"

"Have you ever thought about the possibility that the coach said he would allow you to play, but he didn't say how long you would play? You don't have to worry about him putting you on the pitch in the last minute of the game and then you can't even get the ball and the game is over. ”

Hu Lai looked at Meng Xi and frowned: "Not really, right?" ”

"I think it's really good with the extent that our coach is targeting you." Meng Xi glanced at Li Ziqiang.

Mao Xiao waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I don't think the coach is that kind of person, although he is very strict, he is not mean...... Otherwise he would have said that you were released in that training session because you didn't react at all to Hulay's shot. ”

The last sentence he said to Meng Xi.

Meng Xi hurriedly retorted: "What are you kidding! I think it's hard to react. Try this ball for you to try, maybe your eyes can't keep up with the ball! ”

"I'm not a goalkeeper, what am I guarding?" Mao Xiao shook his head.

"I'll tell you, Mao Xiao. Hulai's shot on goal, there are really few people who can save it. The angle, the power is perfect, and the tsk ......"

"When you said that, I thought Hulai was a professional player." Mao Xiao knew that his friend was talking exaggeratedly and laughed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xi nodded very seriously: "You're right, Mao Xiao, that's a professional-level shot." That's why the coach pinched his nose and admitted it. But I always feel that the coach will not let Hu Lai go so easily, if you really want to let Hu Lai play at the last minute, you can't find fault with it, after all, he only said to let him play, not how many minutes he played. ”

Mao Xiao still shook his head, not believing that their coach would do such a thing: "I said something unpleasant, if the coach really did this, then few people would listen to what he said." ”

"Okay. But even if the coach doesn't, I think today will be the last time Hulai will play. Our coach only said that you would play, but he didn't say how many times you would play. And if we win this round, the next step is the semi-finals and finals of the qualifiers. Hulai, I'm not targeting you, but I don't think the coach will think about letting you play anymore. Meng Xi said.

Mao Xiao didn't refute his friend this time, because he also felt that what Meng Xi said made sense.

In fact, Hulai didn't even deserve this only chance to play, which he won desperately at the risk of hitting his head on the ground.

They were all shocked at the time, but now that they think about it, what's the use of getting a chance to play?

Go up and feel the atmosphere of the game?

And then what?

And then there was no then.

When I think about it, I feel that the reality is hopeless, as if the beautiful barb before Hulai has lost its meaning.

Mao Xiao complained a little about his friend: "I found out how can you pour cold water on you?" ”

Meng Xi stretched out his hand: "I'm afraid that the greater Hu Lai's hope, the greater the disappointment." ”

Then the two of them looked at Hulai together.

In the face of their gaze, Hu Lai said nonchalantly: "It is better to have hope than not to have hope." ”

He actually thought about it, could this be his first and last competition for the varsity team in his freshman year?

But he soon realized that the question was meaningless to him.

Because he had nothing, not even a chance.

Worrying about whether he will have a chance to compete in the future is like worrying about whether a person who is dying of hunger can only eat instant noodles and whether the nutrition is balanced.