Bian Hao is going to play professionally!

The news flew all over the campus like wings.

It is estimated that in the next period of time, there will be a football boom on campus.

The matter was spreading, and someone saw Bian Hao's parents come to school with their own eyes, saying that they were suspending their studies.

The protagonist of this incident is sitting quietly in the classroom at this time, listening to the last lesson of his junior high school career.

In the new week, the class sat down, and Bian Hao and his group went through a circle and came to the windowsill.

The windowsill has long been occupied by students' review materials.

Because the weather is getting colder these days, the windows of the class are no longer as open as they were the previous two days.

The elm trees outside the window with teeth and claws fluttering with the autumn wind are clattering.

It's kind of like a song, telling of his youthful years here.

Bian Hao retracted his gaze from the window and saw that Teacher Cao had already discovered that he was slipping away, but he pretended to look away naturally.

That kind of helpless look is quite beautiful......

In his desk, there are a lot of small cards.

He had already packed them one by one, and here were the blessings and wishes given to him by his classmates, and he wanted to put them in his schoolbag after class, and take them with him to start the next chapter.

Last Saturday's meeting was a great success.

Boss Cai showed great sincerity and took the trouble to discuss the details of the contract with Bian Hao's aunt.

Whether it is the details of his study, life, or training and competition, everything is written in great detail.

Bian Dad didn't get involved too much, just on the side, stroking his short hair over and over again.

Early this morning, Bian's parents took leave and went to the training base early to see his dormitory and food.

In the end, on the contract, he signed his name ruthlessly.

Since then, Bian Hao has been an official young player in Lange's youth training.

At the end of this class, he will pack his bags, live in the academy dormitory, and start a new life as a player.

He is leaving, and it stands to reason that he should rejoice and be enthusiastic.

However, he has this campus, this class, and these young faces in his bones......

That deep reluctance.

It's an emotion he can't control, it's the thought left of the original owner.

This caused Uncle Bian to want to recite a poem to express his melancholy mood.

Qiu Xiaopang should be the first classmate to know that he is leaving, because his wide range of sources of information is really incredible.

Early in the morning, he pulled Bian Hao excitedly, asking endless questions about messy things.

Immediately afterward, he fully demonstrated his ability to spread the word, and the event became famous throughout the school in a single recess.

In the next few classes, postcards, envelopes, notes, and other blessings filled Bian Hao's desk.

There are even classmates who take a notebook and ask Bian Hao to sign it......

In contrast, Guo Yiming's interest was not high, he drooped his head all morning, Bian Hao thought that this kid was probably thinking about who to go home with in the future and who to go to the toilet with......

This problem should be very serious, so that a teenager who doesn't know how to be sad looks like he wants to cry.

"Bian Hao," Mr. Cao's soft voice is not common.

"After today, you're going to start your football career, what do you want to say to your classmates?"

There were still 5 minutes before the end of class, and Teacher Cao left time for the departing teenager.

Bian Hao stood up, thought about it, and walked to the podium.

Teacher Cao stood aside with a smile and took the lead in applauding.

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause in the class.

Yu Guang swept the doors and windows of the class, and saw Bian's father and mother, as well as Cai Wen and Zhang Weiguo.

Before he could speak, his nose was a little sour.

He despised the original owner's lack of interest, rubbed his nose, and looked at him calmly and quietly.

"First of all, thank you all for being with you for more than a year."

It's time to say goodbye to your old life......

He bowed solemnly and thanked his classmates, teachers, and the original owner.

He stood on the podium, smiling and slowly scanning the green faces.

Today's farewell, many people may never see it again.

Slowly, he retracted the smile on his face, his still immature face actually looked a little resolute, and he spoke loudly:

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Bian Hao, I am from the second and second classes of Fenghua No. 5 Middle School, and at the same time, I am also the main left wingback of the school football team.

You may wonder why I should introduce myself when you all know me.

Because ah, I'm leaving, it's like the first time we met, and the last time I'm in this class, I think I'm going to introduce myself a little bit as well.

I sincerely hope that you will remember me as much as I want to remember you.

Let me always remember for a long time to come:

It was you who accompanied me in my growth and accompanied me through the best student years.

Let me remember that I have lived, studied, and laughed here.

Actually, I'm reluctant to leave, it's annoying...... But I'm going to do what I'm going to do.

I forget where I have seen the saying that the luckiest thing in a person's life is that he understands what he wants to do.

And the happiest thing about a person is that he is doing what he wants to do.

I love to play and I'm not only lucky to be able to play football, but I'm also very happy!

So, students, do what you want to do.

As long as it does not violate morality and the law, don't easily live up to your hard-won luck.

At last

I wish my dearest classmates to be a happy person and have no regrets about their youth! ”

……

Outside the class door,

Cai Wen listened to the short speech in the room, and couldn't help but applaud softly.

To be a happy person is the ideal of many people.

But...... The 14-year-old teenager ...... Isn't the age a false statement?

……

Playground, on the edge of a football field.

"Haozi, will you still play in the final this Saturday?"

Guo Yiming had to help him get his schoolbag, and the pimples on his big face seemed to be more and red.

"A must! Without me, how ugly you would have to lose......"

"Haozi...... Actually, I was really reluctant to let you go just now. ”

Bian Hao asked his parents to go first, and he and Guo slipped onto the school court.

He looked up at the dazzling sunlight and replied casually, "So what? ”

Guo threw his schoolbag over, smiling as if he had found a cure for pimples.

", I'm hoping you can leave now so I can dominate the varsity team!"

Does this kid dream so big......

"Guo Zi, have you ever thought about playing football?"

Bian Hao asked very seriously, but he saw the message conveyed in Guo Yiming's eyes.

In one sentence, isn't this nonsense, you seem to be a fool......

"When you're a thief striker, you have potential."

Guo understood this and praised him!

Bian Hao was like a magic stick, deliberately opened his arms and raised his face slightly to 45 degrees,

"Then, in the light of my greatness, bask in the sun......"

"Haozi! Your uncle! ”

"Hahaha, it's really ......"

The two teenagers were hugging their necks and waists, and Qiu Xiaopang came over.

His face flashed with gossip, and his little eyes stared at Bian Hao,

"Brother Hao, you're leaving, it's nothing...... Don't have anything to say? Bequeath...... Ahem, huh? ”

Guo Yiming looked at Qiu Heyang, who was speaking Martian with a confused expression.

"This ...... If you have a picture, you can follow it, don't wait for me. ”

Bian Hao squinted his eyes slightly, as if recalling something: "As for me, I am a prodigal son destined to be lonely......"

Guo Yiming was completely convinced, he didn't see that Bian Hao was so good at "playing handsome" before, and he wouldn't be friends with him if he knew it.

He doesn't hate people who pretend to be forced, it's just that he hates people who can pretend to be more forceful than him......