Chapter Eighty-Six: The Microvision Storm (3)

Ding Xunuo is not afraid, but he can't do it without care.

For him, the most torturous thing in the world is knowing that a storm is coming, but not knowing when it will come and how it will come.

In the afternoon, he was absent-minded in class, and it was okay to be asked by the teacher, and what was even more terrifying was that in one of the random questions, he lost consciousness again.

Fortunately, the female teacher who drew him to answer the question was beautiful, kind and patient, and regarded his unconscious distraction as a silent confrontation between the students and the teacher, and let him stand and continue to teach the students.

It is not surprising to the students that this is a common behavior of students who are caught distracted in class.

Although Ding Xunuo escaped, the psychological pressure was even greater, and he told himself over and over again, I am not afraid, who will not make mistakes? Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great!

I've changed, I'm not afraid of anything in order to play football!

However, he didn't dare to stand up and announce in front of everyone, my parents are divorced, no one cares, I was deceived by the youth of the society to take drugs, now, I know that I am wrong, I want to study hard, I want to play football!

He still hopes that he will be known by everyone a little later, and give me a little more time to become braver!

Finally stayed up until the end of school, Ding Xunuo lowered his head and walked quickly to the cafeteria to eat, he was in a trance, for fear that when he turned around a corner, suddenly a group of classmates surrounded him, look, this is the best player in the provincial championship who was ruined by drugs!

He was even more afraid, if he was not careful, countless long guns and short cannons would appear in all directions, flashing lights would blind his eyes, countless microphones would be stuffed into his mouth, tearing his heart and asking questions to entangle his soul.

Such Ding Xunuo looks so embarrassed and distressing.

During training, it is even more complicated, either the pass is missed in a daze, or the ball that should be passed is passed a few seconds later, and the receiving team has already run over.

Faced with this situation, Sang Shan actually showed enough patience and did not call for a stop.

When she accepted Ding Xunuo, she knew that there would be such a day, but when she knew the situation at noon, she really realized what kind of pain it was to know what to do, but not how to do it.

In the afternoon, she discussed with Li Kunpeng for a long time, and came to the conclusion that she could only do her best to ensure the destiny of peace.

They found the source of the video by contacting the opponent of last week's warm-up game, Dai Feng, the head coach of Porcelain City Qingyun.

Dai Feng told them that the child who uploaded the video had deleted the video and regretted it very much, and now he is in pain and is reflecting.

So, the videos that later pointed directly at Ding Xunuo's drug abuse were obviously modified and forwarded by others after downloading, these people must have had a holiday with Ding Xunuo, but the network is so big, just Sang Shan and Li Kunpeng, how to check?

Call the police? People's accounts have been suspended by Weishi, and they have not caused substantial harm to Ding Xunuo.

In case we make a storm in the city, and when there is nothing to do, Ding Xunuo will be roasted in the public eye.

This matter is big, and the one who is hurt the most can only be Ding Xunuo, I hope those people are just trying to be happy for a while, and only make a little splash in the online world, and then, everyone will forget about it.

The training session was carried out in silence under everyone's tacit tolerance, and Ding Xunuo was of course aware of everything, but what could he say? You don't need his gratitude.

He can only try his best to adjust himself and train well, although the more he adjusts, the more he makes mistakes.

Everyone accompanies him, and the more he makes mistakes, the more he adjusts.

At this time, Tao Zhiyi appeared on the side of the training ground and beckoned to Sang Shan.

Sang Shan's heart hung in the air, and when she saw that Tao Zhiyi didn't bring any equipment, she breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the training to Li Kunpeng, and walked towards Tao Zhiyi.

"Do you want me to ask a friend to find out who they really are?" Tao Zhi is unambiguous and straight to the point, I already know the matter, and the help I can give is this, do you want to?

"Make it bigger, and your peers will come to smell the fish." Sang Shan also doesn't take Tao Zhiyi as an outsider, after all, they have a common dream, and the two have formed an alliance on the issue of Wang Yihao.

"So you understand me, why don't you write a news article that reports positively about Ding Xunuo?" Tao Zhi nodded, Sang Shan is an understanding person.

In fact, as soon as the incident came out at noon, Sang Shan thought about it, and asked Tao Zhiyi to write a positive report, a football boy who has been poisoned by young people in society, clinging to his dreams, and continuing to chase his dreams, can he help Ding Xunuo get out of trouble?

This thought only flashed for a moment, and was snuffed out by Sang Shan, she thought of her father, thought of Li Kunpeng, and thought of the comments that came up and bit under the various news.

Sang Shan is afraid that as soon as this report comes out, it will be bitten by those keyboard warriors who doubt everything and deny everything, and in the end, the good things that are born will turn into bad things.

Once this matter becomes a hot topic, with traffic, not to mention sports reporters, entertainment reporters will come to join in the fun, don't talk about the position, the gimmick will get you enough, what about the traffic, click!

Well, this team can really generate traffic.

Father, the worst team doctor in the history of Chinese football, this matter can be turned over and fried.

Li Kunpeng, the name of "Brother Disbandment" is very loud, in order to turn over, what players will be accepted from the team?

Qin Ying, the referee of the game, was expelled from Liaodong Juyi, but was taken in by the "disbanded brother".

Ding Xunuo, the former best player in the provincial championship, was addicted to drugs and had no team to ask for, but he was taken in by the "disbanded brother".

No wonder Chinese football can't get started, look at who is doing football!

Campus football has become a place of filth......

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In the face of these, Sang Shan didn't know how everyone's dreams would be submerged and extinguished.

Although, I have long thought that sooner or later I will have to face all this, but how Sang Shan hopes that her team will face it when it has achieved a certain amount.

At that time, everyone was more confident to prove that no matter how many mistakes we made, for the sake of Chinese football, we fought hard!

However, now, the team has just been established, and it has been hyped by the media and self-media who smell the fishy smell of traffic, can we bear it?

Thinking of this, Sang Shan shuddered.

"It's really torturous!" Sang Shan sighed rarely, she couldn't take a step back, she really realized what a tangle was, knowing that everyone was not afraid, and sooner or later they would have to face it, but they were very panicked, hoping to face it later.

Tao Zhiyi couldn't help it, so he could only pat Sang Shan on the shoulder: "The storm is really coming, I will definitely call on my friends to stand on your side." ”

Sang Shan pressed Tao Zhiyi's hand: "Thank you!" ”

Sang Shan knows that when the time comes, Tao Zhiyi's positive report will most likely be sprayed into slag by the keyboard warriors, after all, the keyboard warriors only trust their own judgment and only express their own dissatisfaction, who cares what kind of team you are?

Chinese football, isn't it the best noisy point, as long as there is a noisy point, everyone will spit out, as for who Ding Xunuo is, does it make sense?