Lu Fan saw Yu Pingshun's mood swings, and deliberately pondered for a moment, but the answer was not what he asked: "Yu Tou, remember those paintings I showed you?" ”

Of course, Yu Pingshun remembered that during the days when he couldn't play football, there was a saying that the fans could always give him strength.

He remembers asking a road fan at the time, "It's so tiring to play football and study every day, and I still have to find time to draw, is it useful to draw these?"

Lu Mi's expression at that time was very similar to Yu Pingshun's Chinese teacher after he came to Zhongya, he tilted his head, glared at Yu Pingshun, and asked: "Is it because we are useful that we do something, not because we like it?" ”

Yu Pingshun thought of this, smiled, quickly stretched out his hand and rubbed Lu Mi's head fiercely, and said happily: "Remember!" I'm injured and can't play football, and I miss your paintings so much that I want to run back to you and ask for one. ”

The fans were also very happy: "That's good, I'll come to your team and draw one for you!" Others, do you want to? ”

Yu Pingshun seriously brushed the teenagers of the football team of Zhongya High School one by one, and gave a positive answer: "Most people will like it." ”

"I knew it!" The road fan was very excited, he looked up and looked around but found nothing, and asked Yu Pingshun, "Hey, the photocopy you saw when you entered was taken away?" It's so well drawn, it was drawn by your fan team! ”

Yu Pingshun couldn't keep up with the thinking of the road fans, so he turned back decisively: "Will your parents agree?" ”

"Agreed!" Road fans did not hesitate, "Why don't you agree?" My mom said, 'As long as you like it, don't do it harmful to yourself, your family, or society'! Look at the pictures I painted. ”

Yu Pingshun nodded, it was not early, and he saw that the Crane Dance players were gradually returning to the head coach and preparing to leave, so he pulled the road fan and said, "Okay, I'll help you ask the coach." ”

"Then, you will take me to find the great painting god of your fan group when the time comes, and I will ask him for advice." Road fans cheered.

Yu Pingshun responded casually: "Okay~, you come to play football, and learn to paint, genius, talented......"

Road fans laughed: "My mother said, 'Whether it is playing football or painting, it is the process of viewing the world, and if you have watched the world, you can have a world view'!" Whatever I do in the future, these are my treasures. ”

Outside the stadium, Zhou Yan Shangguan, who waved goodbye to Xu Qianqian, shuddered for no reason, she looked at Xu Qianqian, and became more and more sad: "Sister Qianqian, come early, we will miss you." ”

Xu Qianqian stepped forward, hugged this little sister, and then held her shoulders with both hands magnificently, joking: "Don't worry, I'll go back to Beiping, cry, make trouble, and hang myself, no matter what, I can persuade my dad to let me transfer to another school!" ”

Shangguan Zhou Yan nodded reassuringly.

Xu Qianqian looked at Huang Miaomiao again: "I'm not here, the activities of 'Xinghuo' depend on you to organize!" I'll be back soon, you have to take care of your body, don't be as white as paper. ”

After speaking, Xu Qianqian waved her little hand and left in a hurry.

She knew that after the end of the National Day holiday, she would return to Beiping with her father, and what she was going to fight would be a big battle, which would only be more tragic than the battle between her younger brother Wang Yihao and her father.

Xu Qianqian, who is already in high school, already knows what it means to have a student registration in Beiping and a hukou.

And Wang's father gave Xu Qianqian's life plan, which is a strong woman of knowledge, and asked him to watch his biological daughter give up her Beiping student status and switch to Xiaoxiang school status, I don't know what her heart will be entangled.

As a writer of "Under the Fir Tree", Wang Dad controls the joys and sorrows of all the characters, and affects the joys and sorrows of countless readers.

The key is that Wang's father's illness will not happen again, Chinese football cannot afford to lose such a god who supports football culture; And Xu Qianqian is a girl, she should be soft-hearted, and she doesn't have the rebellious spirit of Wang Yihao.

These, Zhou Yan Shangguan couldn't imagine, her tears were just really sad to part; is thinking wildly, it is Huang Miaomiao.

There was no emotion on her pale face, but she replied to Xu Qianqian in her heart, "Don't worry, I will develop and grow 'Spark'." If you really can't come, just take the holidays or the team out to play and take the time to watch."

The "Spark" team watched Xu Qianqian go away, and then they also said goodbye to each other and dispersed with props.

At this time, the players of Crane Dance Middle School walked out of the stadium one after another, ready to board the bus to return, just in time to see these fans who had created great pressure on them on the sidelines, they were suddenly emotional, and their hearts were uneasy.

Hu Aokai, who had seen the world, waved at Huang Miaomiao and the others, and shouted: "Next time, can you help us beat the drum and cheer!" ”

Huang Miaomiao nodded: "Okay, if you can win glory for Xiaoxiang football and fight for Chinese football!" ”

Hu Aokai smiled, made an "OK" gesture, and boarded the bus.

He Mingyang followed behind him, seemingly saying to everyone around him: "This is football culture, playing well, not just for yourself." ”

The people around him didn't pay attention to him, and got into the car by himself, but Hu Aokai stopped in the car, turned back to He Mingyang and smiled: "Okay, what you said is right!" If you have the ability, come with me to the national junior team, say this to Ke Xiaohe, and see how he abuses you. ”

He Mingyang grinned: "Okay, a word is a deal!" ”

Yang Fanyuan's family just walked out of the main stadium, Yang Jingcheng pointed to He Mingyang, who was laughing on the bus, and asked his younger brother: "What did that guy tell you to tell you that you were so deceived?" ”

Yang Fanyuan smiled embarrassedly: "He, apologize to me, saying that he shouldn't fake a fall."

Then he actually reprimanded me for faking a fall.

Can this be a fake fall? I was angry at the time, and I said that Wang Yihao taught me, called making fouls.

Later, we argued, but he wouldn't scold or I would quarrel, so we changed the discussion! ”

Yang Jingsheng touched his younger brother's head: "This is the competition culture, but you remember that you can't exploit the loopholes in the rules with malice." ”

Yang Fan looked at his sister as if he didn't understand, and blinked his eyes: "Sister, I know." As you said, athletes always have a pure heart, don't worry, I will do my best! ”

In the past, when Dad Yang heard such a wonderful conversation between the sisters and brothers, he would definitely applaud, but today it was abnormal and seemed to be deaf.

Mother Yang followed Father Yang's line of sight and saw a chubby girl with a pale face carrying a thick picture scroll on her back, struggling to leave.

Yang's mother knew that the painting was a photocopy of the "Spark Football Dream" hanging on the wall of the stands during the game, and she admired it quite much, and she even went to observe it during halftime.

Seeing that Dad Yang's expression was strange, Dad Yang asked, "What's ......?"

Dad Yang sighed: "This child is not easy, I don't know if she really likes football." ”

Yang Jingsheng was unhappy: "I think that painting is very good, isn't it true fans who can do this?" Dad, you're too nervous! ”

Dad Yang rarely didn't smile: "I hope football can bring her happiness!" ”

Yang's mother knew that Dad Yang must have something unwilling to say in front of the children, so she quickly changed the topic: "Oh, it's too late to cook today, do you want to go out to eat and celebrate the victory!" ”

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