Yang Mingwei, with white temples and dark skin, who looked like an old farmer, stood outside the barbed wire fence, watching the training going on on the court inside, and then shook his head.

"Lao Li, you are committing a crime. How can you let your daughter train and play in a team like this? You're wasting her talent! He said bitterly.

Li Ziqiang, who was standing beside him, retorted: "You think I am willing? I found such a slightly more reliable women's football team in the whole Dongchuan. You've never seen them play against other women's teams, and they lose even more, and it's a team made up of women who love football......"

"This one isn't much better." Yang Mingwei said.

"Anyway, there is a decent coach who has a fixed training time, instead of spontaneously getting together, casually passing a few kicks to each other, and shooting a few shots is called training." Li Ziqiang said. "I also know that the level of this team can't meet the needs of Qingqing's growth, so shouldn't I call you?"

Yang Mingwei looked at Li Qingqing, who stood out from the crowd, and sighed: "The last time I saw Qingqing, I was still in the elite team of Quanshun." Why are you both running to these third-tier cities now......"

"It's a long story, but to put it simply, I hit the director."

Li Ziqiang said it lightly, but Yang Mingwei was taken aback: "Are you crazy? ”

"I and one of the coaches he supports are competing for the position of head coach of the elite team."

"Who does he support?"

"Sun He."

"Oh, that idiot, he can do this kind of thing, the business level is not very good, just fucking know how to hug his thighs." Yang Mingwei's tone was full of disdain. "But this kind of thing is personnel competition, no matter how you say it, you shouldn't beat people, you're too impulsive......"

"He scolded Qingqing."

"Well played!" Yang Mingwei blurted out, and then asked, "What did he scold?" ”

"He said that Qingqing relied on me to get into the elite team of the Transit women's football team, that is, it was her father, not her own ability."

"Net! I think it's almost ...... when he scolded you for relying on your daughter to coach at Transit Football School," Yang Mingwei frowned.

"Well, this director is the person in charge of public relations and marketing under Transit Group, and he knows how to play football."

Yang Mingwei, who also came out of Quanshun Foot School, thought about what he saw and heard when he was in Quan Shun Foot School, and deeply agreed with Li Ziqiang's evaluation: "The problem of Quan Shun Foot School is that there are too many such idiot laymen in leadership positions, the spread is wide, and the bureaucratic atmosphere prevails...... And then you hit him? ”

"He didn't say it to me, but then it reached my ears, and I went to ask him, and he said something contemptuous of Qingqing in front of me, and I punched him." Li Ziqiang looked down at the fist that was clenched, "Now that I think about it, it's really impulsive, I should wait until the people around him are far away before beating him, so that at least I can punch a few more punches." ”

"......" Yang Mingwei was a little speechless. Then how did you come to Dongchuan? These third-tier cities ......"

"Actually, Principal Zhai of Dongchuan Middle School contacted me before this incident, hoping that I could come here to teach. But at that time, my future at Transit was obviously better...... Who would have thought that something like that would happen later? Li Ziqiang sighed. I'll be back. I don't want Qingqing to come back, but she has to follow me......"

"Huh." Yang Mingwei sneered. "If Qingqing really stays in Quanshun, I'm afraid you will be the most worried, right?"

Li Ziqiang didn't answer him, which was a tacit acquiescence.

"Okay, I know what you think, have you talked to Qingqing?" Yang Mingwei put his hands in his pockets.

"Not ...... yet"

"What are your scruples?" Yang Mingwei was keenly aware of the hesitation in Li Ziqiang's tone.

"No, I want to wait until you come and meet her." Li Ziqiang explained. "In case you don't want to help with this, I told her, didn't it make her happy in vain?"

"Die." Yang Mingwei glared at his friend. "Am I that kind of person? You see, I'll be here right after the coordination. I told you, as long as Qingqing is willing, I can take her away tomorrow! Go to the reserve team first, not the youth team, go directly to the reserve team, get used to it for a while, and then I will transfer her to the first team...... Don't worry, no one dares to bully our daughter. ”

"Let's meet in a while, let's eat casually outside in the evening." Li Ziqiang looked at the training on the field that was about to end.

"Okay, I haven't seen Qingqing in a long time. How long was the last time we met? Five years ago? Seeing that it is a slim girl......" Yang Mingwei looked at the tall figure on the field and sighed.

"Oh, Lao Yang, there's something I want to ask you." Li Ziqiang suddenly said, "If Qingqing follows you over there, you can help me pay more attention, don't let those indiscriminate men approach Qingqing." You know, professional teams, that kind of thing is very common......"

"Don't worry, Lao Li, I've always regarded Qingqing as my daughter. Those stinky boys dare to hit her attention, and I discount their legs! ”

Hearing Yang Mingwei say this, Li Ziqiang showed a slight smile on his face.

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"Eh, Uncle Yang, why are you here?" After the training, when Li Qingqing saw Yang Mingwei with his father outside the training ground, he was stunned at first, then laughed happily and took the initiative to greet Yang Mingwei.

Yang Mingwei laughed: "What, can't I come?" ”

"Ah, no, no, that's not what I meant...... I was very surprised to hear my dad say that you are now the head coach of a Chinese Super League women's football team. ”

"That's right. How about it, do you want to play professionally with me? Yang Mingwei asked.

Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

"Your dad called me and asked me to ask for your opinion, he wants you to go to a more professional team for training, which is 10,000 times better than your current environment." Yang Mingwei pointed to the women's football players behind Li Qingqing.

Li Qingqing didn't look back, but fell silent.

Li Ziqiang stood next to him, looking at his daughter like this, and thought that he wanted her to come here for training, and she also seemed very hesitant.

But this time, instead of staring at his daughter if she wanted to give up football, he just stood aside and watched her in silence.

However, Yang Mingwei was a little surprised, it stands to reason that as long as he proposed a professional team, Li Qingqing should nod his head without hesitation and agree.

Because when they were all in Quanshun Football School before, they knew very well that Li Qingqing's dream was to become a professional player.

He turned his inquiring eyes to Li Ziqiang, and wondered what had happened to their father and daughter in Dongchuan, a third-tier city, in the past six months.

But Li Ziqiang did not answer his doubts, but stood up and said, "Let's go to dinner first, Lao Yang." For such a big matter, let Qingqing think about it, and it is not realistic to let her answer for you now. ”

When he said this, he also glanced at his daughter, and found that his daughter seemed to be peeking at him, and when he saw himself looking at her, he quickly retracted his gaze.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry." Yang Mingwei nodded, "Let's eat, I want to eat Dongchuan's clear soup beef, I've heard about it for a long time, and I've always wanted to eat the most authentic." ”

"Okay, I'm in for a treat. Don't leave at night, just stay at my house, there is still an empty room, we haven't seen each other for several years, let's have a good chat. ”

"Good! It just so happens that I also saved money for staying in a hotel, ha! ”

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"Uncle Yang, you talk slowly, I'll go up and do my homework." After returning home, Li Qingqing waved his hand to Yang Mingwei, and ran upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

"Okay, you go and get busy, leave us alone. In addition, close the door tightly, lest we disturb you, ha......" Yang Mingwei was a little drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, and he waved his hand at Li Qingqing's back with some exaggerated movements.

Then he followed Li Ziqiang to his room.

When Li Ziqiang turned on the lamp on the table, he saw a picture frame on his old friend's table at a glance.

Inside is a family portrait of a family of three, Li Ziqiang stands on the right side of the picture, in front of him, in the middle of the picture is Li Qingqing, who is much smaller than now, his face is still a little round, he is grinning, and his two hands are comparing "V".

Yang Mingwei's gaze fell on the woman on Li Ziqiang's left, she had almost the same sword eyebrows and starry eyes as Li Qingqing today, and at first glance, she looked like Li Qingqing who had grown up and matured.

She is Li Qingqing's mother, Li Ziqiang's wife, Zhou Qiulei, who died of cancer six years ago.

It's not the first time Yang Mingwei has seen this photo next to Li Ziqiang, and he even knows the story behind this photo very well - this is Zhou Qiulei who has just been diagnosed with stomach cancer, and the three of them went to the park to take such a photo.

Since then, Zhou Qiulei has never taken a photo, she doesn't take it herself, and she doesn't allow others to take pictures of her.

The treatment left her body deteriorate rapidly, and eventually she was completely out of shape and skinny. Yang Mingwei once went to visit once, and after seeing it, he couldn't connect the "skeleton shelf" in front of him with the beautiful and elegant younger siblings he was extremely familiar with.

So Yang Mingwei immediately understood why Zhou Qiulei immediately took her husband and daughter to take such a group photo after knowing that she was sick.

This woman doesn't want to leave that ugly self in the photo, she just wants the person she loves the most to always remember for her beautiful appearance.

Li Ziqiang noticed that Yang Mingwei had long fixed his gaze on the photo, but he didn't say anything, but turned around and went out, grabbing four cans of beer in the kitchen refrigerator. Walking back to the bedroom, he put the two cans in front of Yang Mingwei, and put the two cans on his bedside table.

Then he sat on the bed and crossed Erlang's legs, and motioned for Yang Mingwei to sit at the desk.

"How do you feel, how do you feel about going from an elite coach in a professional football school to a varsity coach in an ordinary middle school?" Yang Mingwei looked at his old friend with a smile.

"The students are better than the players." Li Ziqiang, who was sitting in the shadow where half of the people were not illuminated by the lamp, said. "But because of the lack of motivation, the motivation for training is not high enough. Sometimes they had to be whipped to get them to run forward. ”

"Normal, after all, not every high school student wants to be a professional footballer. For them, football is just a hobby, and since it is a hobby, why should they be so tired of tossing themselves? You know, professional footballers like to be lazy, let alone these students. ”

"However, this year's national competition, the Football Association and the education department have joined forces to promote the connection between professional football and school football, which has made the talented players among the students much more motivated."

Yang Mingwei shook his head slightly: "Do you rely on campus football to transfuse professional football?" I think the Football Association is a bit wishful thinking in this regard, and the main force of professional football is still the talent cultivated by professional football clubs and professional football schools at all levels. ”

"At the very least, it's an attempt, and it's not impossible to supplement it. I don't think the Football Association wants to let middle school students give professional football a blood transfusion, but wants to increase the enthusiasm of students to participate in football, one more hope, one more expectation. If there is a blood transfusion, it is also a blood transfusion to the general environment of Chinese football, not professional football. This Anton Cup is very different from the Anton Cup I participated in. At the beginning, we really didn't care about the game, and when there was a girl in the stands to watch the game, all the players were like chickens...... What now? We have a player on the team who plays the ball well and looks handsome, which attracts a lot of girls to become his fans, and every time you practice for a game, the screams in the stands can make you wonder if you are watching a professional game......"

Yang Mingwei laughed when he saw Li Ziqiang talking about his team's affairs: "It seems that you are adapting well here, I thought I would see a depressed and down-and-out coach......

"You want to be beautiful!"

Yang Mingwei laughed.

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Li Qingqing, who was sitting at the desk, heard laughter coming from downstairs, and although the doors and windows were closed, the sound insulation of this old house was still not very good.

She got up and walked to the window, and saw a glimmer of light coming through the window of her father's room, an orange-yellow light casting into the clearing below the high platform.

It used to be her and Hulai's secret training base.

However, after Hulai joined the varsity team, it was largely abandoned.

Hulai has a place where he can train in the light, and he doesn't need to come here to practice alone.

Her eyes were fixed on a spot in the darkness, and though she couldn't see anything now, she was sure that Hulai's soccer ball, which had "who" written on it, was lying quietly in the grass there at this moment.

I wonder if this football will be lonely? After all, its owner hasn't come to play with it for a long time.

Hulai is a big change from the first time he saw him here...... At that time, he was ostracized at school and had to play here alone, like a dog with a frisbee in his mouth.

And now, he has scored the winning goal in the final of the Andong Cup and helped his team reach the national competition.

He is no longer the ignorant teenager who had to teach him how to train coordination, nor is he the rookie who needs to worry about him.

Yes, now he doesn't need me to be able to play normally and compete in national competitions.

And me? I can't really be an ordinary middle school student in this school, I have to pursue my own football dream...... It's like Hulai pursuing his football dreams.

Maybe it's time to leave.

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