Evani's words slammed into Descartes' heart, causing him to stare blankly at the other and not know how to react.

Then Evani picked up the medical report and said to him in a low voice: "According to our test report, you have a hemoglobin structural abnormality caused by the loss of globin chains, which is commonly known as thalassemia. ”

"Thalassemia?" Descartes was completely confused, he knew nothing about this disease.

Looking at his expression, Evani already understood that he didn't know much about his disease, so he went on to explain: "Thalassemia is not a big deal, it basically does not lead to death, but for athletes, it is almost a terminal disease: it is difficult to cure, and it can cause qi diseases, damage liver and spleen function due to strenuous exercise, and most importantly, people with anemia have poor physical strength, and football is a very physically demanding sport. So I suggest that you stop being a professional football player and let your father take you back to school. ”

Every word of Evani's words smashed like a hammer into Descartes' heart, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the exit. Mondrol was happily waiting for his return from trial, and like Descartes, Monsieur Javier had confidence in his son.

Although he is an avid Pavia fan, that doesn't stop him from liking AC Milan as well.

Pavia and Milan have never been enemies, because they are not qualified to be enemies with Milan at all, so even the most die-hard Pavia fans will never object to their children becoming part of the city of Milan, on the contrary, they see it as an honor, you see, the players of the Milan team are also from our Pavia, what does this mean?

This shows that our football in Pavia also has a future!

Xavier would have been disappointed if he had known that his son had lost the opportunity to be a member of Milan's academy because of such an illness.

Descartes bowed his head in grief, unable to answer Evani's question in words.

So Evani squatted down kindly, gently rubbed his hair and said: "Listen, little one, I'm sorry that you didn't make it to Milan, not because you weren't good enough, but because of some objective reasons, you understand?" Don't be disappointed, you can become a successful manager or manager of a big club even if you can't be a professional, right? You just have to let go of all your baggage now, go back to school and continue your studies, and you will have the opportunity to be part of Milan in the future, you know? ”

"Really?" Descartes looked up, tears still welling up in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes had regained a little brightness.

Evani smiled and pressed his head hard, nodding affirmatively, "Of course, you have to believe that you are the best!" ”

"Thank you, Mr. Evani." Descartes wiped the tears from his eyes, bowed deeply to Evani, and then looked at the teenagers who were still running on the court, and reluctantly walked out of the court.

"It's a shame." Evani's assistant came to his side, looked at the young man who had turned back three times, and sighed regretfully.

Evani's gaze also did not take back from Descartes's body, he looked at this teenager, as if he saw the back of his fanatical love of football, but fate is always so elusive, this teenager's football road, before it began, has ended.

Descartes walked out of the training ground of the sports center and soon met his father, Javier. Mr. Mondillo.

Javier had no idea his son would come out of training so soon, and he was bragging to a doorman about his son's glorious history.

"You know, my son scored six goals in a game in the football of Pavia Juniors, and all the people who watched the game thought he would be the king of the future, so I didn't worry about him going into the Milan academy at all, he was destined to be the main striker of the Italian national team, can you believe it?"

The doorman was about to strike up a conversation when he saw Descartes with a crying face, and cast a surprised gaze on him.

And Javier also found that the doorman's attention was not on him, which made him feel a little unhappy, but as soon as he turned around, all the unhappiness turned into horror, he hurriedly ran to Descartes, and asked strangely: "Descartes, what's wrong with you, are they bullying you inside?" Tell me, I'm going to beat up those bitches, come, come in with me, and watch Daddy avenge you!" ”

"Don't!" Descartes held back his impulsive father, took out the medical report and said to him, "Dad, I'm sorry I let you down." ”

"What is this?" Javier picked up the report and looked at it for a moment, and his face changed dramatically, and his expression was complicated: "How can this be? It turns out that this disease is really hereditary...... I'm sorry, Deska, it's not your fault, it's all because Dad never told you, in fact, our family has always had a history of this kind of anemia, when I saw you playing football, everything was normal, I thought you didn't inherit this disease...... I'm sorry, kid, it's all my bad ......."

The eyes of the father and son were also full of sadness and disappointment, and they almost hugged their heads and cried at the gate of the sports center.

And with the failure of this trial, Javier. Monsieur de Montillo also felt that he had no face to stay in Milan any longer, so he hastily packed up his salute and returned with Descartes to his home thirty miles away.

When I came, I thought that my son would definitely stay in Milan, so I brought a lot of things over, but I didn't expect to stay here for half a day, and then return home with this big pile of things, and the mood of the two fathers and sons was like the rainy season at the end of the year, full of gloom.

The news of Descartes' dismissal from Milan soon spread throughout the small town of Pavia, and the once proud son of the small town had lost his qualification to become a professional football player, and the people of the small town were also full of pity and sympathy for this little teenager.

Whenever Descartes appeared on the street or in public, people would subconsciously come up and touch his head, and then say a lot of sympathetic words, but who knew that the young man's heart was now only lost and resentful, and he couldn't listen to their comforting words at all, and he didn't even want to hear their voices at all.

In Descartes' heart, every word of pity seemed to force him to remember once again the fact that he could no longer be a footballer, which made him extremely angry and painful, you know, his goal is to become a hero of the Italian national team like Rossi, but the hero has fallen before he can set foot on the battlefield, how can he feel good?

So he began to try to close himself, minimise the opportunity to appear in public, shut himself in his room every day, no longer respond to the calls of his playmates, and even his best friend Aguinari was successfully selected for the Milan academy and came home to say goodbye to him, he was reluctant to come out to meet him.

Knowing this day, a little girl walked into his room.

With beaded buns, golden and soft hair, and delicate countenance, the little girl is the one who follows his ass for a long time, the "little girl" in Descartes' mouth.

Ann Jieli, the daughter of Mr. Javier's colleague, is now only 8 years old, and the little girl has always admired Descartes because he is the best footballer in the town, and is known as Pavia's hope for the next twenty years.

But now this "hope of twenty" locks himself firmly in the house, refusing to talk to outsiders, and even refusing the comfort of his family.

The little girl decided to try it herself and see if she could revive her brother Deska, whom she had always admired.

Descartes clearly sensed that there was one more person in the room, but he did not look back, nor spoke, but lay quietly on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, without focus or mood.

Angel gently approached his head and whispered, "Brother Deska, Brother Deska, are you still awake?" ”

Descartes didn't even bother to turn his face, just blinked his eyes twice, indicating that he was still alive.

Angela grabbed his hand with relief, and said in a childish but hard-working tone: "Brother Deska, don't be sad, Dad has already told me about you, don't worry, even if you can't play football in the future, you are still the best in my heart!" ”

"Who said I can't play anymore!" The boy had heard too many such words in these days, either regret, or ridicule, or pity, or schadenfreude, and his anger had already filled his whole heart, and the little girl's words were like lighting a dry fuse, making him suddenly lose control.

This inexplicable anger clearly frightened the little girl, and she took a step back tremblingly, tears began to roll in her eyes, and she looked at Descartes in horror, not knowing what to do.

Descartes seemed to feel his loss of control after this sudden roar, so he took a few deep breaths, regained his expressionless state again, threw himself back into the bed, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be angry at you." ”

An Jieli looked cautiously and found that he really didn't mean to be angry again, so she leaned back and whispered aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, Brother Deska, I made you angry." ”

"It's none of your business." Descartes was full of annoyance, and he only felt that there was a breath in his heart that he had been holding in his heart, and he didn't know how to vent it, so he said, "Thank you for coming to see me, but I'm tired now, and I want to take a break, can you go back first?" ”

Angela looked at him pitifully, with a look that no one could refuse, and then she said softly: "Brother Deska, I really want to help you, tell me, how can I make you happy, okay?" ”

Descartes smiled bitterly and said with interest: "Usually at times like this, the heroine should comfort the hero's wounded heart with a fiery kiss, which is written in TV and novels, isn't it?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a soft lip had gently covered his mouth, and the soft fragrance of the girl came from the tip of his nose, blocking all his words back into his abdomen.

Descartes' heart beat suddenly, and when he looked at the girl in front of him who was closed and blushing, but bravely "comforted" him with a kiss, all the disdain and boredom he had suddenly felt away, and for the first time in his childish life, he felt the taste of sweetness.

This kiss is limited to the touch of lips and lips, of course, two rookies who don't know anything will not know such profound tricks as tongue kisses or deep kisses, but they will all feel that from today onwards, there are suddenly some beautiful things in life, and those unpleasant and sad emotions have been thrown away, leaving only this pure and beautiful kiss at this moment.

"I can't give up!" Descartes said to himself, "At least one more person is supporting me, and I must get up and fight like a man!" ”

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