Li Kunpeng stood up and walked towards Ding Xunuo. Qin Ying hurriedly stood up and found a random place to stand.

Li Kunpeng sat down, put his arm around Ding Xunuo's shoulder, and then said to everyone: "There is a news, I can tell you in advance, our school may start to roll out the echelon construction from the first grade, and you, as our first team, represent the school at all levels of competitions, and even professional battlefields, and become a role model for younger students!" ”

Competing at all levels, or even on the professional battlefield? The boys' eyes lit up with fire.

Especially Wu Yue and Meng Guanghai, who were eliminated by the professional echelon, their eyes flashed with hope.

After all, they have spent a few years for this, but they were eliminated, and they can only watch their football life narrow, and it is self-deception to say that they are not disappointed at all.

Now, with the opportunity to compete in competitions at all levels, and even on professional battlefields, how can they not be overjoyed?

There was also light in Ding Xunuo's eyes, and before this light dimmed, Li Kunpeng looked at him and said, "You can also participate!" As long as you keep working hard, even if you are eliminated from the professional battlefield in the future, you can still fight as a coach or in another capacity! ”

Li Kunpeng immediately looked at everyone: "You guys, it's the same!" ”

Li Kunpeng's fire was added just right, not to mention other teenagers, the fire in Ding Xunuo's eyes became more and more vigorous.

Originally, he was determined that even if he could only be a dormitory administrator when he grew up, he would continue to play for the football team of Zhongya High School on campus.

And now, Li Kunpeng has indirectly given him a promise: as long as the football team of Zhongya High School continues to operate, and even can become bigger and stronger, then as long as he studies hard and plays football well, he will have a chance, even if he can't play, he can also serve as a coach or other positions in the future.

Of course, Ding Xunuo himself knows that the biggest help he can provide to the team on the field is free kicks.

If you want to be a coach, then a technical coach can be a pretty good choice.

"Professionalization of Campus Football?" Wang Yihao held back for a long time, and finally waited for everyone's excitement to pass and almost calmed down before he threw out his questions.

Li Kunpeng looked at Wang Yihao, nodded and smiled, he knew that Wang Yihao was more sensitive than anyone else in this matter.

"Who invests?" Wang Yihao asked without hesitation.

"Someone who does things according to the rules of school football." Li Kunpeng knew that he couldn't play with Wang Yihao, and he replied very directly, "If you don't understand football investment, we don't want it." ”

Wang Yihao is no longer silent, as long as it is not his father who does it, who invests, he has no opinion. He is satisfied with the boss's statement, and the idealistic father is categorically not understanding football investment, and he is already out.

And other teenagers are very confused, "campus football professionalization", few can understand, you know, this has nothing to do with IQ, but about the vision of teenagers.

Li Kunpeng is also very satisfied with Wang Yihao's attitude, it is obvious that this guy definitely does not resist professional football, he just resists his father.

As for the reason, Li Kunpeng didn't understand it, and he couldn't understand it. As long as it doesn't affect our campus football, that's fine.

Li Kunpeng continued: "This matter is not finalized yet, but we will work towards it. At that time, you will not only have multiple identities, but you will also have more choices in life.

However, I am saying that no matter what, no one can pull down cultural literacy!

He can guarantee that one day, when you have to say goodbye to professional football, there will be more possibilities in life!

Do you understand? Can't let Ding Xunuo's story be told in vain! ”

The teenagers agreed.

Many, many years later, everyone talked about the past, and no one could remember the campus of Zhongya High School on National Day Eve, whether it was dark and silent, or bustling and lively.

But no one will forget our story in this little dormitory, about "our school football".

On the second day of the National Day, training continued as usual.

The teenagers arrived earlier than usual, they packed their training gear, and they consciously began to warm up for the event, and no one complained about the fact that children of the same age were still enjoying the holidays in the bed.

Sang Shan didn't come, she went to Peking yesterday.

She was entrusted by Principal Huang to formally negotiate with Tao Mingkan on behalf of Zhongya High School on the issue of team professionalism.

Tan Hairui and Wang Yihao have not yet arrived.

In fact, Wang Yihao went out very early today, without his sister Xu Qianqian chasing behind his buttocks, he was very happy, wearing earplugs and listening to songs, and went downstairs with words in his mouth and walked to the court.

But after taking a few steps, his expression became serious, and he took off his earbuds and stared ahead.

In front, stood Tan Hairui, and a tall young man with a slender face.

This young man's name is Ke Xiaohe, and Wang Yihao knows him.

The two have played together in the "Feixun" Children's Football Club in Beiping since they were children, and it can be said that they have won all the football awards that can be won in primary school.

It wasn't until that year that Ke Xiaohe went to the youth training camp of the Chinese Super League team "Qilu Taishan" that the two broke up.

At that time, Wang's father wanted to operate Wang Yihao to go to the youth training camp of another Chinese Super League overlord "Dongguan Yongda", but because of Wang Yihao's problems, he did not make the trip.

After that, the two had a few brief collaborations, in the national junior team.

It's just that after Wang Yihao didn't report to the national youth team for an inexplicable "injury", the two completely cut off contact.

Wang Yihao didn't expect that Ke Xiaohe would come to Xingsha to find him.

He knows that in Ke Xiaohe's heart, the two of them are teammates, golden partners, but they are also opponents!

Ke Xiaohe's ideals are very big, of course, how many teenagers who can play in the youth academy of the Chinese Super League team are not ideals?

But Wang Yihao knows that Ke Xiaohe is definitely the boy who can give up everything for his ideals, and even become enemies of the whole world!

This kind of domineering, Wang Yihao doesn't have it, and he doesn't want to have it.

However, he is nearly a year younger than Ke Xiaohe, but he is stronger than Ke Xiaohe, before he did not report to the national junior team "due to injury".

Ke Xiaohe was also looking at Wang Yihao, but soon, his eyes showed regret and disdain?

He got straight to the point: "The national junior team is about to leave for Spain for training for three months. ”

Wang Yihao shrugged: "Something to do with Wang?" ”

Ke Xiaohe sneered: "Do you remember when you cried and scolded us, saying 'I played football with a few fools' Jiang Sheng?" ”

Wang Yihao nodded casually, counting it as a response.

"The day before yesterday, I went head-to-head with him, and I only won him 29-0." Ke Xiaohe said that he didn't care, but the raised eyebrows betrayed the pride in his heart.

Wang Yihao smiled faintly: "Talking to the king, you should say it directly." ”

Ke Xiaohe shook his head and pointed at Wang Yihao with one hand: "When I come back from the Spanish training camp, I'll look for you to fight alone!" ”

Wang Yihao shrugged noncommittally and did not speak.

Ke Xiaohe is not chattering, his goal has been achieved, and today's conversation with Wang Yihao should be over.

Therefore, he stretched out his hand: "The reason why Jiang was abused by me is that he chose to play ridiculous campus football the year before last." And now, so are you. Waiting for me to come back from Spain to abuse you! ”

Wang Yihao smiled and stretched out his hand: "Abuse the king? Anytime. ”

Clasp your hands together, shake them, and then let them go.

The next time you hold it tightly, it's time to see the highs and lows.

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