Chapter Forty-Nine: Let's Not Play Football

He Qingyuan's house, the head coach silently took out his mobile phone: "Lao Xu, hey, let's have fun, that's the case, I want to ask you for a favor and see if you can find the video of the last few games in Xili, Valen...... yes, I'm looking at ...... too."

At the Nirvana headquarters, Liu Huaian took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Xiao Luo, but after thinking about it, it seems that it is afternoon in Valencia now, and Xiao Dong may be taking a nap, so he simply edited the text message first, and then filled in the data and sent it after the show was over for a while.

"Xiao Dong: Happy New Year, I wish you ...... In addition to expressing your New Year's blessings, I mainly want to report to you the premiere results of our first issue of "Green Magnifying Glass", with the overtime and joint efforts of all our staff, the first issue of "Green Magnifying Glass" can be said to have achieved initial success, and the current program is well received, the specific data is the number of clicks (leave blank), the number of broadcasts (leave blank) ......"

In the rental house of Chuyang, Valencia, Lao Chu looked at Xiao Chu and touched his chin again.

This son is a bit of a tiger, Lao Chu is a little stressed, and for the first time, he really feels that the status of the head of the family seems to be really threatened.

But fortunately, Chu Yang took a different route from him, and Comrade Lao Chu still felt honored.

If Chu Yang knew what Lao Tzu thought, he would definitely say to him that you were happy too early.

"That's right, Dad," Chu Yu said, "This commentary was written by Chu Yang." ”

"Huh?" The Chu family couple and Shen Qianwei were a little stunned when they heard about this for the first time.

Their eyes are bright, and their hearts are like mirrors, it's hard to say what the market effect of this show is, but from the perspective of viewing, it is absolutely leveraged, and those commentaries account for most of the credit.

Shen Qianwei is better, she knows that Chu Cheng is a family member and has a little fame, as a son, Chu Yang's literary talent should be outstanding.

But Chu Cheng and Mei Yun's eyes looking at Chu Yang were a little strange.

Don't they know what this son is, writing an exam-taking essay will scare the guy who comes to visit the Chinese teacher, and can also write something like "wave your sleeves and don't take away a cloud"?

Mei Yun thought about it, it's a good thing that her son has made progress, although he is now eating by his feet, and his writing is dispensable, but the necessary encouragement still has to be given, what if he accidentally becomes a great writer one day?

"Yes, there is progress, keep up the good work." Mei Yun gave a preliminary affirmation to Xiao Chu's ability.

According to the practice of the Chu family, at this time, in order to avoid the expansion of Chu Yang, Chu Cheng was going to stand up and pour cold water, and he also solemnly accepted this sacred mission, and said with a serious expression: "What is the progress?" The language is empty, pale, and seemingly gorgeous, but in fact it is nothing more than a blind pile of rhetoric, in a word: pompous! ”

Lao Chu said very devotedly, and took a sip of tea slowly before adding: "Don't tell people that you are my son when you go out, you can't afford to lose this person." ”

"Yes, yes, my father's criticism is extremely right, I must accept it with an open mind, continue to work hard, never give up studying, and strive to be able to confidently say in front of others that I am the son of the famous writer Comrade Chu Cheng in the future, live up to the literary genes you passed on to me, and carry forward the literati style and loyalty of the Chu family."

Chu Cheng still has self-knowledge, what famous writers and the like are okay to tease each other behind closed doors on weekdays, but it's a bit like that in front of outsiders, so he coughed awkwardly and said: "Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great, you can fully recognize your own shortcomings, your mother and I are very happy, as for the rest, do what you can, don't force it, well, don't force it." ”

Xiao Luo and Shen Qianwei glanced at each other, a little wanted to laugh, and a little wanted to cry.

Damn, I was sprinkled with a handful of family dog food, and I was homesick.

At this time, the absolute new star had been on the air for more than twenty minutes, and the show was nearing the end and began to broadcast the top ten goals of Ugo's career.

The rousing music rang out, grabbing their ears at once, and the barrage exploded again.

"It's burning!"

"It's really burning, this goal is only 10th? Editor SB. ”

"The SB in front, people are talking about music."

"Asking for background music, it's just exploding."

"All the music for this film, especially those two French songs and this background music."

Chu Yu hugged his mother's arm, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and pretended to be light and said, "Mom, in fact, I sang those two songs." ”

Mei Yun didn't even look at her, and said, "I heard it a long time ago, just like you, you still want to hide it from me?" I said how mysterious it was some time ago, it turned out to be a song. ”

"Yay?" Chu Yu muttered, "The mother is really good ear, admire and admire, and I forgot to say, both songs were written by Ah Yang, well, this music is too." ”

"Huh?" Mei Yun had long guessed that the two French songs should be Chu Yang's handwriting, but she didn't expect this music to be too.

She hesitated for a moment before she said softly: "Son, why don't we play football, right?" You see, talent can't be disappointed. ”

Chu Yang hasn't answered yet, Xiao Luo is anxious first, Chu Yang is now the team's number one knife, how can he run to play music? Tyrannical creatures!

"Auntie, I think it's the luckiest thing for a person's profession to coincide with his hobbies, you see, Chu Yang loves to play football, can play football, and can make money by playing football, the profession of a football player is simply destined by God for him, don't you say?"

"It's the same, it's so dangerous to play football, and his talent in football is too ordinary compared to his musical talent."

Xiao Luo originally wanted to say a few more words to dispel Mei Yun's dangerous thoughts, but he suddenly received a 10,000-point critical blow, and all that echoed in his ears was Mei Yun's last words.

His talent in football is too ordinary......

Talent is too ordinary......

It's too ordinary......

Finish......

Shen Qianwei looked at Xiao Luo's expression of "There are 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping in my heart", at first she just covered her mouth and snickered, but in the end she couldn't help it, and fell directly on Chu Yu, overjoyed.

"Sister Shen, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Shen Qianwei felt that she hadn't laughed so well in a long time, "Do you know what Ah Luo's biggest dream is?" ”

The four members of the Chu family understand in seconds.

"Oh," the voice was said by the four of them, stretched very long, and the tone was very consistent, fully demonstrating the strong cohesion and unity attribute of a harmonious family, "Football? ”

"That's right, his biggest dream is to become a football mobilizer, but after a few trials, he was pushed back, the reason is very tactful, the reason is very sufficient, but I summarized it, people said a big push, in fact, it is just four words," Shen Qianwei ignored Xiao Luo's various eyes and expressions, and stabbed his wound cleanly, "Talent is not good." ”

Mei Yun knew how much trauma her words had caused to a promising young man, and hurriedly remedied: "Xiao Xiao, Auntie is joking, in fact, Chu Yang's football talent is very high, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius, you have a good vision...... Hey, no, I mean...... Oops, that's what it means anyway. ”

She suddenly reacted, saying that Chu Yang was a genius or something, it seemed to be a bit of a show-off, it was too immodest.

Xiao Luo looked at Mei Yun pitifully, I don't know if it was an illusion, Mei Yun seemed to read eight words in his eyes.

"Auntie, please let go, I want to die."