It was late at night, but the lights were bright, and the pedestrians on the street were in twos and threes, supporting each other and talking about wine. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the summer of the World Cup, and occasionally a cool breeze is sent, but it can't extinguish the enthusiasm in the hearts of the fans.

Several teenagers walked out of a bar in a huddle, their faces still excited, still discussing the wonderful game that had just happened. Their college entrance examination results have come out, and they are still passable, and their families allow them to come out and relax.

Somehow, the topic turned to what kind of results the Chinese team could achieve if they reached this World Cup.

The more unified view is that it is estimated that it will be another three defeats, without scoring a goal, and at the bottom of the group.

"Chinese football has not played for 20 years." A tall and thin boy said in an angry tone, "It's the number of match-fixing balls, maybe we can compete for the first place in the world." ”

Leng Buding's voice sounded: "If my foot injury can be cured, I will definitely lead the national team to the top 8 of the World Cup within 12 years." ”

Everyone looked at the person who spoke. The young man who spoke had been silent when everyone was discussing before, and seemed to be full of thoughts, and at this moment he was out of the mouth of a shocking sentence, although everyone was a little surprised, but surprisingly no one ridiculed him.

The boy will be 18 years old in a few months, about 1.78 meters tall, although he looks thin, but those who have really broken his wrists will know what kind of terrifying explosive power is hidden under his thin figure.

"Maybe, who knows," said the tall, thin boy looking away, somewhat absent-mindedly, "there has never been a shortage of geniuses in our country, and if you can still play, maybe you will become famous in the future, and then you will be unknown in this environment." ”

"I won't, I'm a man with dreams." The young man said firmly, on his ordinary face, a pair of eyes were as bright as morning stars, but his face showed a little sadness.

Dreams? Everyone turned their faces away in tacit agreement, and then pretended to be happy to divert the subject.

What everyone knows is that this teenager is called Shi Hao, who was really a football genius, performed well in the National Youth Football Invitational Tournament, and was selected by the Chinese Super League team Xiangjun Football Club in Xiangnan Province, entered the youth echelon under 17, and almost got a professional contract.

Why is it a handicap? Because two years ago, at the age of 15, he was selected for the U-17 national team to participate in the Asian qualifiers for the U-17 World Championships, but he was kicked by a teammate in pre-match training and suffered a comminuted fracture of his left ankle bone and ruptured ligaments.

After that, his family took him to seek medical treatment in many ways, but to no avail, and only part of the broken bones could be repaired. After a period of recuperation, although he lost his crutches and walked with a limp, he was asserted by experts that he could never fully recover, and he has never had a chance to play professional football again.

Because of this, Shi Hao transferred to this high school to study and participate in the college entrance examination. This story, which has been circulating in the school for a long time, has long been confirmed by the students by collecting information on the Internet. The shyly smiling Shi Hao in the group photo of the U-17 national junior team was the boy in front of him who was hanging with them and breaking through the single-plank bridge for the college entrance examination.

Everyone laughed and walked forward, but no one noticed that Shi Hao stood still after saying that.

It wasn't until someone noticed that something was wrong, and everyone went back to look for it, only to see Shi Hao lying on the ground, unconscious. The teenagers were busy for a while, and then someone remembered to call 122 for first aid, sent Shi Hao to the hospital, and everyone pooled money to register for him. After a preliminary examination of Shi Hao, the doctor said that he had not found any major problems for the time being, and he needed to be hospitalized for further observation. At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the teenagers couldn't stay up, so after Shi Hao's parents rushed to the hospital, they went home one after another.

After that, they called Shi Hao and learned that Shi Hao had been discharged from the hospital and had recently gone to physical training every day, wanting to work hard to enter the world of professional football again.

Maybe the foot injury will not heal, and maybe the dream will not be realized after all, but it is a happy thing to be able to play football, and every teenager who puts down the phone thinks so, and sincerely wishes this once talented teenager to become a professional footballer.

In the days of waiting for the admission letter in this summer, they also played a few games together, and everyone felt that Shi Hao was in a hot state, and a talented boy is a talented boy, every game can have dazzling dribbling and wonderful goals, almost with a dominant performance, and they all secretly praised that it is not a mere foot to be selected for the U17 national junior team.

After that, everyone went to study at different universities, and they had a new circle of friends with each other, so there was less contact. Later, when I saw Shi Hao's figure again, it was already on the TV screen.

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After saying the sentence "I am a person with dreams", Shi Hao suddenly saw a light shooting straight towards him. He hurriedly tried to dodge, but he was a step too late to react, and the light hit his brow.

After a moment, a baritone with a strong sense of electronics sounded in his head: "Find a suitable host, the dreamer system is activating...... Starting......

Shi Hao seemed to be caught in a dark and boundless space, and only the voice echoed in his head. He was bound by some invisible force, unable to think, unable to move, not even afraid, and could only wait quietly and passively.

I don't know how long later.

"The Dreamer system is 85% initialized, some functions are not loaded, and the startup fails. The power of dreams is insufficient, so please recharge as soon as possible. ”

The surroundings no longer seemed to be endless darkness, and Shi Hao found that the invisible restraints on his body seemed to be loosened and he could move. "What Dreamer System? What is the power of dreams? He heard his own voice come out, which seemed to spread far into the infinite distance, and faded away without an echo.

and no one answered.

Only the electronic-textured baritone mechanically repeated: "The power of dreams is insufficient, please recharge as soon as possible." ”

In front of his eyes, what appeared to be the battery logo on his phone, was flashing red.

"The power of dreams is insufficient, please recharge as soon as possible. 85% currently. ”

"What's going on, am I dreaming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everything in front of him slowly distorted and blurred like a glass that had been burned and melted, and he closed his eyes uncomfortably. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my parents with anxious faces.

Before he could make a move, his mother, Chen Shuxian, who had obviously been paying attention to him, rushed over and grabbed his hand, and asked like a cannon, "Xiao Hao, how are you feeling?" Where does it hurt? Do you remember how you fainted? ”

Shi Hao only felt dizzy and couldn't do anything for a while. His father, Shi Zhonghua, interjected at this time: "Don't talk yet, lie down quietly and rest for a while, if you feel that something is wrong and then speak, we will call a doctor to come and see you." ”

This is clearly in the ward. Shi Hao lay on the bed, looked down at the white quilt covered on his body, and turned his head to look around, the ward under the energy-saving lamp diffused a quiet and tranquil atmosphere. "I'm fine, nothing uncomfortable. When is it now? ”

"It's midnight." His mother quickly picked up, "Would you like to eat something, are you hungry?" ”

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat right now. I'll take another break. Shi Hao was a little confused, who was that electronic baritone? Was it just a dream of Nan Ke that happened before?

If it's a dream, it's a simple and boring dream.