A class classroom in the second year of high school, the recess is still quieter than the classroom in the first year of high school, after the book building composed of textbooks and tutoring materials, Deng Jianguo buried his head in the seat and brushed the "five-year college entrance examination three-year simulation", feeling that there was vibration in his pocket, Deng Jianguo quickly chose a B, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, lit up the screen, clicked into WeChat, and there was a friend application in the address book: Yizhuang Yihe asked to add you as a friend. The greeting from the www.biquge.info of the pen and fun is: "I want to join the football team." Clicking on the opening picture, it is the emblem of Barcelona, Deng Jianguo raised his eyebrows, chose to pass, and entered the chat interface with Yizhuang Yiyi.

"Hello, who are?" Deng Jianguo asked.

The mobile phone shook, and the other party sent a message again, Deng Jianguo's expression was abnormal, and his eyes flashed with a strange flash: "Now, maybe it's a little interesting?" ”

***

Jun Mo didn't find the person he wanted to teach, "Damn." He cursed, staggered back to the classroom, and fell headlong in his seat again, looking like he was going to die.

Ke Shi, Er, and Jin Wan watched Jun Mo walk back all the way without spirit, and felt confused.

"What's wrong?" Then he frowned, he was already a monkey with a sharp beak, and now he looked more like a monkey.

"I don't know." Jin Guan pouted, and as soon as he made this action with a double chin, it simply became a quadruple chin.

"That's it for him as soon as he arrives in the classroom today, lying on his seat and not moving." Ke Shi spread his hands.

"Ask?"

The three friends used their eyes and facial expressions to communicate in conversation, and without saying a word, they could actually see the lines in each other's hearts, which shows the tacit understanding and understanding of each other.

"Jun Mo, what's wrong with you? As soon as the morning comes, I lie on my stomach. Ke Shi said.

"Although Jun Mo's body is like a cow, is it? Hey, hey, hey. Jin Guan deliberately lengthened his tone.

"And... Men, there are a few days every month. Then lewd ridicule.

"Get out!" Jun Mo shouted and rushed out to chase Er and Jin Guan.

The class bell rang, but in the bell, there were three people who looked at nothing.

"Stop! I'm going to kill you! ”

"Oops, help, kill."

"Going to die, going to die."

Jin Guan and Er taunted as they ran.

The physics teacher was approaching from the front with a book and lesson plan, and almost fell to the ground when he saw the book and glasses: "Hey, a few students over there, it's class!" Figure out where you are! ”

Ke Shi held his chin, shook his head and sighed as he looked at the three people outside the window chasing after him.

***

"Assi, this damn captain, he didn't let people go home after school on Friday, saying he was going to the stadium to gather something, why did he get so much shit, Friday night was already a pleasant weekend, okay! Happy week free is to play games! ”

Jun Mo was on the school road, scolding while walking dejectedly. As soon as I walked to the court, I noticed a group of people standing scattered on the grass.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yu Yihu, position striker."

Jun Mo approached, as if he heard someone introducing himself, as the distance narrowed, the angle changed, Jun Mo saw clearly the person who was originally blocked.

It's him!!!

The person who is introducing himself is the person Jun Mo has been looking for! There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them!

Deng Jianguo saw Jun Mo and beckoned, although Jun Mo was very reluctant, but Deng Jianguo was so enthusiastic, he had to half-raise his hand, squeeze a smile awkwardly in response, and then shifted his attention to Yu Yihuan.

"This stinky boy, yesterday's account hasn't been settled." Jun Mo skipped everyone and walked straight in front of Yu Yihuan, the two of them looked at each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Grinding, like a." Niu Ben squeezed and said, Jun Mo was concentrating on dealing with Yu Yihuan, feeling that he had been stabbed in the back, and his momentum suddenly weakened, and his body was a little shorter.

"The sophomore in high school is not late, you dare to be late in the first year of high school? Do you understand the respect and inferiority of the elders and the young, where have you lost the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation? "Yang Zhe mends the knife, he can't prevent it, Jun Mo feels that he has no momentum, don't you see that I'm dealing with this kid? What a mess you're making!

"Damn, do you think I want to come?" Jun Mo turned his head and glared at Niu Ben and Yang Zhe, and scolded in his heart.

"Captain, can someone like this be on the football team?"

There was a cold sound from behind him, and Jun Mo turned his body back as stiffly as if he was frozen, "You... Say... Miscellaneous... Why..."

"What did you say!? What do you say, stinky boy! Rely on a kind of you to say it again! You say! You speak! Don't accept heads-up! Get you a hand! Jun Mo erupted in anger.

Yu Yihuan completely ignored it, his eyes tilted to the side, and his body leaned back to avoid the saliva that Jun Mo pasted.

The others are inexplicable, why did these two do it as soon as they came up? I've only heard of love at first sight, but I've never heard of hatred at first sight.

"You know?" Yang Zhe asked.

"I don't know!" Jun Moyu also replied and turned his head at the same time, but his head twisted in the same direction, glanced at the corner of his eye, and snorted at the same time and twisted in the other direction at the same time.

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"Jun Mo, you're here, now everyone is here." Deng Jianguo said.

"Everyone?" Jun Mo was stunned for a moment, looked around, and just took the opportunity to twist his head in a different direction from Yu Yixiao, "1,2,3.... 11..."Jun Mo hurriedly pulled Deng Jianguo aside.

"What." Deng Jianguo was puzzled.

"You lied to me? Didn't you say that there are only a few players in the football team? Why are there so many people, enough for eleven people, I can leave the team? ”

"Oh, they." Deng Jianguo looked around, "In addition to the few you know, as well as Yu Yihuan, who joined the team today, the others are not official members of the football team, they are all made up by me, but they will play when the number of players is not enough, but they will not come to the usual training or anything, and in fact, the game may not come." ”

Jun Mo was even more surprised, "It's not the football team, how can you find so many people, you are so powerful?" ”

Jun Mo was waiting for Deng Jianguo to answer after asking, but found that Deng Jianguo's eyes were filled with tears, and his lips kept moving, as if he was about to cry.

Yang Zhe took Jun Mo and walked to the corner.

"What!?" Jun Mo struggled to break free.

"Jianguohe..."Yang Zhe cautiously looked back at the captain, showing a sympathetic look, "Jianguo, he is so pitiful, these people are all sold their bodies and dignity in exchange..."

"Could it be..."Jun Mo couldn't believe it, looking at the bodies of those people who were very strong and tall, and then seeing that the captain's body was so thin, Jun Mo Chrysanthemum tightened and swallowed his saliva.

"That's right, many of these people are sophomores in high school, and they are our classmates or people we know, so let's not talk about such trivial things as serving tea, pouring water, buying snacks and bringing rice. The captain promised to help them with their homework for free for a week, and they would come and play a game. ”

"Damn, I don't have to die of exhaustion!" Damn, it turned out to be this body, but it's really tiring, Jun Mo thought so, but he was relieved.

"Yes, you think, it is possible that different classes are taught by different teachers, and the homework left by different teachers may be different, so the amount of this work is very huge, but fortunately, Jianguo is a scholar, but there are still people who make more excessive requirements." Yang Zhe led Jun Mo's gaze to look at a tall boy with a shiny pink face, looking very much like a gay

"Could it be... Still..."Jun Mo Zhiwu.

"Yes, Jianguo still betrayed what he valued most - dignity, which was all the sacrifice he made for the football team!"

"Damn..."Jun Mo really didn't know what to say, and his mood was very complicated.

Jianguo promised this person that as long as he still came to play, his monthly exam grade ranking would never surpass him! So for the sake of insurance, Jianguo can't be admitted to the top ten in his grade every time! It's terrible, it's terrible! The dignity of a man, the honor of a man! Yang Zhe's voice was very low, and finally his tone was aggravated, and he said it very terrifyingly.

Jun Mo was speechless, damn, these scholars really don't understand this kind of scumbag in the world, but he seems to understand a little bit that the captain sacrificed a lot of things in order to maintain this team, why is this? Is it worth it?

Is this football?

Jun Mo pouted, tears flashed in his eyes, and looked back at the captain, and at the moment when he met Deng Jianguo's tearful eyes, the two men reached an understanding.

Jun Mo suddenly put aside Yang Zhe and walked straight like Deng Jianguo, Yang Zhe was stunned for a while, and he didn't stop him, just looked at Jun Mo blankly.

Deng Jianguo also looked at Jun Mo who was walking towards him, and wanted to step forward to stop him, patting the other party's back gently, no need to say anything, just tell the other party with his eyes, I'm fine, these are what a man should bear.

The two leaned together, shoulder to shoulder, hands on each other's shoulders, like a pair of brothers of life and death who walked down from the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had gone, looking at Jun Mo's flickering eyes, Deng Jianguo, who had thought that he was strong and comforting Jun Mo, suddenly felt that he couldn't hold back anymore, and a swelling in his chest spread, and this swelling extended to his eyes, and his vision became moist and blurred.

"Captain, can you help me with my daily homework?"

"Roll !!!"

***

"This time I came to gather everyone, the first thing is to give everyone jerseys and count the jersey numbers." Deng Jianguo said to everyone, "Yu Yihuan, with your strength, I think the No. 10 jersey is..." Deng Jianguo took out a No. 10 jersey and handed it to Yu Yihuan, whose name was not printed on it

"Of course the number 10 jersey is mine!" Jun Mo snatched it, and everyone was shocked.

The number ten, for football, is a number with a special meaning.

In the earliest days of the appearance of the football back number, the number itself was meaningless, just because there were 11 people on the football field, so from back to front, starting from the goalkeeper, it was assigned according to numbers 1-11. The number 10 is often assigned to the position of the striker's forward midfield.

It is the person who gives this number a special meaning, first of all, the king of the ball, Pele, who shined in the World Cup wearing the Brazilian No. 10 jersey, and the concept of No. 10 began to take root in the hearts of the people, and then the next football king, Maradora, also wore the Argentine No. 10 in the world to stage a miracle of God, Platini, Zico, Baggio, Zidane and other world-class stars are also wearing the No. 10 jersey.

The number 10 shirt means a lot, he's the soul of the team, he's the heart of the team. In many big clubs, the number 10 is a symbol of strength and symbolism, so many players are proud to wear the number 10 jersey. That's a sign of success, it's the darling's yellow robe, it's the lead dancer on the football stage, it's the master on the green field.

In the history of the World Cup, the number 10 shirt is almost a collection of legends.

In today's football, Messi and Hazard are wearing the number 10 shirt, and Neymar is also wearing the number 10 player in the Brazilian national team.

"Why?" Deng Jianguo broke the deadlock, he was really not sure if Jun Mo knew the meaning of No. 10 for the team, "Do you know what the No. 10 jersey means? ”

"Hey, don't mess around!" Yang Zhe roared.

"Ahh

Chen Zijie was silent, and his face was obviously not very good.

"Of course I know, Tsubasa Okura and Sakuragi Hanamichi are both No. 10 jerseys!" Jun Mo said innocently.

Everyone is down, forget about the big air wing, it's a football player, Sakuragi Hanamichi is playing basketball!

In fact, Jun Mo didn't think too much, he just looked at Yu Yihuan and was unhappy, just to grab Yu Yihuan's things, Jun Mo grabbed the jersey stubbornly, and Yu Yihuan didn't let go.

"Bastard, you let it go." Jun Mo said willfully.

Yu Yixiang expressed his attitude with actions.

"Hey, do you love the number 10 jersey very much, if you love it, let it go, there's a kind of love called letting go, you know, ah! Jun Mo fell to the ground with too much force, and Yu Yixiang really let go.

"Bastard, did you mean to fight!?" Jun Mo jumped up with a carp.

"Hey, didn't you want people to let go?" Yang Zhe was speechless.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what number I have, give me number 7." Yu Yihuan didn't look at Jun Mo, and said to Deng Jianguo lightly.

"Well... Okay..."Deng Jianguo was also speechless.

"Haha, I'm afraid, don't worry, captain, you worked so hard to get me to join the football team, didn't you just take a fancy to my talent and want me to be the core of the team, and you want me to be the savior of the team? Hahaha. ”

Savior? Really...

The No. 10 jersey was given to Jun Mo in this way, and Deng Jianguo didn't bring a few jerseys, because after all, many people here are not regular members of the football team, and although everyone's figure will be distributed in a certain proportion of several sizes every year, but the specific still has to be customized.

Jun Mo held the No. 10 jersey like the baboon in the Lion King, facing the sun, the red and white jersey looked very dazzling. Others also chose the jersey number, and if there is a suitable one, they will be sent directly, and Deng Jianguo, who did not have it, wrote down the number and said that he would come back next time and bring it over, and he would not print his name first, because it was not the final league squad yet.

"Hahaha, it's pretty good-looking, it suits me, it suits me, hahaha, it's a perfect match." Jun Mo is self-absorbed.

"Okay, the jersey numbers are all chosen, let's talk about tomorrow's game." Deng Jianguo clapped his hands and signaled everyone to gather.

"What!? Race!? ”

Jun Mo shouted, and his face, which was still intoxicated in his No. 10 jersey, twisted towards Deng Jianguo.