After discussing it, several people decided to participate in the selection assessment of the school team. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Zhang Qing agreed to go together, he was a little worried, because his father and mother did not allow him to play football, especially his father, although he didn't tell himself, but usually his father was very strict, and it was difficult for him to change what he decided, and he really liked to play football, but it was very difficult to convince his father. Just as he was thinking about something, a familiar voice suddenly appeared in front of him. "Hey, Zhang Qing, what do you want?"

I saw a girl standing in front of me who was not tall, with long boy-like hair, her facial features were relatively delicate, wearing a school uniform, wearing white socks and classic white tennis shoes on her feet, although she felt like a tomboy, but her overall appearance was still good.

"Eh, why are you here?" Zhang Qing said in surprise.

"What's the matter, I'm not welcome here?" The girl was very polite, picked up the pencil case that Zhang Qing put on the table, and picked it up casually.

"What was I thinking, do you think I should take the exams for the varsity soccer team?" Zhang Qing asked.

"Of course, it doesn't need to be said." The girl didn't even look at him, and replied without thinking.

"Well, my family may not agree." Zhang Qing looked a little lost.

"Why?" The girl then turned to look at him.

"My dad, I don't think he agrees." When Zhang Qing talked about his father, he always felt a little scared.

"Hey, it's okay, you asked your grandma to tell him." The girl was full of confidence.

"What a way, why didn't I think of it." Zhang Qing slapped his left hand with his right hand, "Thank you, Yang Qiongying!" ”

"Thank you, what should I do!" Yang Qiongying took Zhang Qing's hand, "Let's go, we will play on the playground." ”

Zhang Qing followed her to the playground.

The two of them grew up together since childhood, and they live in the neighborhood next door, which is considered small. went to the same elementary school, but not in the same class, Zhang Qing was in class 1, Yang Qiongying was in class 2, and Gao Lefei was in the same class.

While playing, Zhang Qing suddenly asked Yang Qiongying: "What kind of person is Gao Lefei, the new kid in your class?" ”

Yang Qiongying said: "Why are you asking this, he is a very good person, but he is a little weird." ”

"Strange? What's weird? ”

"I can't say it either, it's just a little weird anyway."

“…… All right. ”

"Don't talk about him, think about how to tell your dad when you get home."

"That's right."

The two of them giggled and played around on the playground for a long time, and they didn't go back to their respective classes until the class bell rang.

After returning home from school, Zhang Qing decided to start with her grandmother first, and talked to her grandmother for a long time, and her grandmother took her grandson's hand and came to her father Zhang Zhi.

"No way!" Zhang Zhi didn't have anything else to say at all.

"Why?" Zhang Qing asked.

"You study well for me, don't think about anything else." Zhang Zhi looked very angry.

Grandma also banged the gong on the side and said good things to Zhang Qing. Since she was a child, her grandmother has loved Zhang Qing very much, and she has the best relationship with him, and Zhang Zhi is a filial son and listens to his mother very much.

"Mom, I will listen to you whatever you say, that's it, no!" Zhang Zhi was very resolute.

Grandma had no choice but to hold her grandson and comfort him.

Zhang Qing endured the tears in his eyes and went back to the house alone.

Yang Lan saw it in her eyes, didn't say anything, sighed quietly, made some food for her son, and brought it into the house. After all, it is difficult to change the things that the husband has decided to change easily.

The next day at school, Zhang Qing sat motionless in his seat with a depressed face, Zhao Tian, Chen Lin and Li Xiaogang came to him, saying that they would go to practice together, and seeing that he was listless, they had to go down to practice by themselves, and Gao Lefei was already waiting for them in the playground downstairs.

Yang Qiongying has to come to Class 1 every day, and she didn't miss it today, when she came to the class, she saw Zhang Qing sullen, and sat in front of Zhang Qing in the past, and when she turned around, her eyes were round, looking at Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing waved his hand at her, indicating that he was in a bad mood, put his hands on the table, and his chin fell directly to his hands.

Yang Qiongying didn't speak, she kept grimacing at him, trying to make him laugh.

After a while, seeing that Zhang Qing didn't react, Yang Qiongying spoke: "What's the matter, your father doesn't agree?" ”

Zhang Qing nodded.

Yang Qiongying said: "Your grandmother didn't say anything? ”

Zhang Qing nodded again.

Yang Qiongying was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "You ask the teacher to talk about it, and you can say what the school requires." ”

Zhang Qing shook his head and said that it still didn't work.

Yang Qiongying thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of a good way to jump up directly! Zhang Qing was taken aback.

She hurriedly lowered her head and whispered a few words in Zhang Qing's ear.

Zhang Qing's face turned cloudy and clear, and he immediately became angry, "I think it's okay!" ”

"Yes," Yang Qiongying tilted her nose, "Hmph, my idea won't be wrong!" ”

"Yes!" Zhang Qing nodded fiercely, then suddenly stood up and said, "I have to go to play football, I haven't practiced with Zhao Tian and them for the past two days." After saying that, he ran out of the classroom without looking back.

Yang Qiongying got up and shouted: "Hey, you slow down, you will run away when you are finished, and ignore me, hum!" ”

With that, she stood in front of the classroom window and watched everything that was happening on the playground.

I saw a teenager, holding a soccer ball, running quickly to the playground. He was running on the playground, tirelessly, with his small body, touching the ball, sometimes passing, sometimes passing, looking so light, his posture was so good-looking, like the wind. When she was a nymphomaniac, a voice next to her said: "...... Well, Qiongying, what are you looking at? ”

Yang Qiongying came back to her senses, "Zhang Qing, I see a few of them playing football on the playground." ”

The girl who spoke just now nodded lightly and looked at the playground as well.

"Let's go, let's go down and see!" Yang Qiongying wanted to take the girl's hand and run to the playground.

"No, I'm not going, I'm going home." The girl was a little squirming.

"Okay, then I'll go myself." After finishing speaking, Yang Qiongying ran to the playground by herself.

What Yang Qiongying said to Zhang Qing, no one knows, we only know that a group of teenagers are working hard for their dream of entering the school team, and another girl is paying attention to him in her heart.