An ordinary person like Luo Weixi shouldn't have been involved in this matter.

Luo Weixi is nineteen years old this year, with ordinary height, ordinary appearance, ordinary ability, and even ordinary birth, so ordinary that he has not noticed it after five minutes of drilling out of his mother's womb.

Luo's father's surname is Lin, in order to celebrate Luo's mother's smooth birth, he made a decision on the spot to let his son follow his mother's surname, and moved Luo's mother to react even more than when she gave birth to Luo Weixi.

Later, Luo Weixi learned through a family drunken party that Luo's father asked him to take his mother's surname at that time, just because Mr. Golden Globe in the world that year was called Ronaldo. In the same way, the name is Vichy because Mr. Silver Ball was George Weah and Mr. Bronze Ball was Alan Shearer.

Luo Weixi was very glad that his father did not lose his heart at that time and named himself Roland.

I forgot to mention that Luo's father is a fan who is almost steely.

At the age of six, Luo's father began to try to train his son to become a professional football player, which was his lifelong wish.

At the age of nine, after some success in training, Rovich finally understood that football should be played with his feet.

At the age of twelve, Rovich's ball skills improved by leaps and bounds, and the practice ball under his feet finally changed from square to round.

At the age of fifteen, Luo's father desperately broke off the idea of letting his son become a professional footballer.

If you can't be a player, you can always study hard.

It's a pity that Rovich's results have been stable in the bottom four since the first grade of primary school, just like Arsene Wenger's Arsenal. In high school, even Luo's mother, who has always been known for being a good wife and mother, couldn't stand it, and the whole family hit it off: just don't go to college anymore, just stay at home and help look after the store.

Then, Luo Weixi inherited the family's small grocery store and began his life as a boss.

Life is so ordinary, whether you want to or not, the vast majority of people can only be so ordinary.

So Luo Weixi has always been unable to figure out how this could happen to such an ordinary self.

It all started in the early hours of that morning.

It was 10 o'clock in the evening on November 17, 2015, and the national football team had just pulled 0:0 with the powerful Asian giants Hong Kong, tenaciously holding on to the suspense of promotion, and Luo Weixi was fortunate to witness this moment at home.

Watching the national football game is like confessing to the goddess, knowing that there will always be rejection in the end, but before being rejected, I still have a glimmer of hope, although the result is never surprising.

Fortunately, Luo's father watched TV at the fox friend's house, and fortunately, Luo's mother had to hide back to her parents' house every national football match day, or this warm family of three would definitely do something.

"What a bird to kick." Luo Weixi muttered half a bottle of beer into his stomach and prepared to take a shower and sleep.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, and most people won't come to the door at this time, unless it's those with bad intentions, Luo Weixi leaned on the door and looked through the cat's eye.

The knock on the door was a strange old man, skinny, dressed in a nightgown and a pair of shorts, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet. After carefully assessing the strength of both sides, Luo Weixi cautiously picked up a beer bottle from the table and opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?" Luo Weixi asked.

The old man did not answer, and in fact the old man did not bother to answer.

As soon as Luo Weixi opened the door, the old man played a trick and pulled a ball from behind him, and then turned it up between the staircase of less than two square meters. Yes, you read that right, a bad old man, wearing a pair of flip-flops, bouncing the ball in the middle of the night.

After eight or sixty-four times, the old man felt that he was happy, and smoothly unloaded the ball with his flip-flops and stepped on his feet, spreading his hands: "I'm here to find you." ”

In the middle of the night, if it weren't for the fact that he stuck his tail finger in the wine bottle and couldn't pull it out just now due to nervousness, Luo Weixi would definitely call at the old man's head as soon as he was in the wine bottle.

"I don't know you." Luo Weixi said.

"Soon you'll get to know each other." As he spoke, the old man played a croquette, and the ball rolled obediently against Luo Weixi's feet, and the old man also took advantage of the situation to get into the house.

Thinking about his outstanding level of performance art, Luo Weixi was still full of sincere respect for the old man, and praised: "The ball skills are good." ”

The old man stepped on the ball, and his face bloomed red: "Of course, after all, I am the first football king in China." ”

"That's right, but you can't just go into someone's house." Luo Weixi held the wine bottle and hid it behind his back, and unceremoniously gave the old man an eviction order: "Please let me out." ”

The old man passed Rovich again with a dashing Marseille maneuver, and said, "Don't be excited, young man, close the door first, I have something very important to tell you." ”

If a person has been passed twice by a strange old man in his own home, this person can still be polite, then this person is definitely not Luo Weixi. Luo Weixi raised the beer bottle in his hand: "You say it again......"

The tail finger slipped out of the beer bottle at some point, and the remaining beer in the bottle followed the physical phenomenon of water flowing downwards and unsolved it like a small solution to the top of Luo Weixi's head, instantly relieving him.

He suddenly remembered that many variety shows have seen stories of well-known stars pretending to be old men and teasing the audience, such as Ronaldo, and Irving and Love in the basketball world...... This bottle is smashed down, if the other party is Hao Haidong pretending...... Hao Haidong is okay, in case it is Dai Lin...... The consequences were truly unimaginable.

Luo Weixi couldn't help but shudder, and slowly put down the beer bottle in his hand.

"That's right." The old man walked over and closed the door as if he were in his own home, and then walked back and lay down comfortably on the couch.

"Who the hell are you?" Luo Weixi asked, he believes that the person with this kind of skill will definitely not be an ordinary person.

The old man replied: "China's first football king." ”。

"Who was China's first football king?"

"Guess."

What a familiar episode, as long as he guesses who he is, he will definitely tear off the human skin mask on his head, and then say with a constipation expression: "Congratulations on answering correctly and winning the first prize of our show!" "The next step is to give away signed jerseys and signed football...... There may even be a cash prize.

Satisfied with his insight, and glad that he had finally been transferred, Luo Weixi decided to use the elimination method to guess who the old man really was.

"You're Dai Lin?" One of the tricks of the elimination method is to eliminate the one that poses the greatest threat first.

The old man shook his head.

"Zhou Ting?"

The old man shook his head anyway.

"Zheng Zhi?"

The old man finally reacted: "Don't blindly guess the five uniques of the Central Plains, I'm not that young." ”

"There is a person who is like Henry, Bengbu roundabout: Li Yi and Emperor Li are you?"

"The Great Emperor is the Emperor, not the King of the Ball, wrong."

"There is another person, Messi is not Erer, Ronaldo is difficult to fire for three years: Hao Haidong Hao Cannon, but are you?"

The old man still shook his head: "It's still not right, do you think I look like a person in my forties?" ”

In this way, the old man is not wearing a disguise, so this age is an old-timer in football. Luo Weixi patted his head and suddenly realized: "I guessed it!" You are the genius of Nanyue, the brain of the midfield, and the generation of Tianjiao who hates Saudi Arabia's release of water! ”

Unexpectedly, the old man still kept shaking his head: "Wrong, Rong Zhixing can be called a master, but he is still too young." ”

"This ......" Rong Zhixing is the first generation of the national football team to approach the World Cup, and he is almost seventy this year, even he is too young, Luo Weixi can't think of anyone else who is qualified to be the king of the ball.

Suddenly, Rovich thought of another person.

This person shouldn't have been the answer, but entertainment programs, they do everything for the effect. Luo Weixi said: "In this way, there is only one last person left for the answer, a generation of football king Li Huitang!" Did I get it right? ”

The old man looked at Luo Weixi with a smile and said something that made Luo Weixi almost scared to death: "Li Qiuwang is the second generation of football kings, he is still too young for me, you guess." ”

If Li Huitang is more than 100 years old in the world, he is still too young, Luo Weixi cried with a sad face: "Uncle, I admit defeat, I am timid, and there is no one at home, don't scare me in the middle of the night." Where is the camera of your program team, you can show me. ”

"Program group?" The old man was a little confused: "What program group?" ”

If you still have to pretend to be crazy and stupid at this time, you will look down on my IQ. Luo Weixi jumped up and picked up the beer bottle on the table again: "Don't play, I'm going to sleep, if you do this again, I'll burst your balls, tear your pajamas, and make you unable to make a show!" ”

Threats are always the most effective way, and the old man finally relented: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you who I am when I'm so short-tempered." ”

"Say."

The old man touched his chin, raised a finger and pointed at the ceiling, and said, "Listen carefully, I am Gao Yu, China's first football king who plays like a ball and sticks to my body, and is as good as shopping in the morning!" ”

Now variety shows are getting more and more unlimited, if it weren't for the fact that he accidentally stuck his index finger in the beer bottle just now, it is absolutely inevitable for the old man to get a bottle, Luo Weixi said: "Uncle, you are not young, don't be naughty." ”

The old man looked incredulous: "You don't believe it? ”

"You actually believe it?"

"It seems that you can't believe it without some real effort."

The old man pulled Luo Weixi into the middle of the living room, and the flip-flops gently flicked the ball, and a perfect oxtail shook him easily, and before he could turn around, another rainbow ball was picked over his head. Before the ball landed, the old man volleyed, and the ball hit the beer bottle that Roviczka had on his finger steadily and accurately, and the bottle fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered.

The old man proudly touched his chin: "See, who in China today has this kind of ball skill?" Now you believe it? ”

There is absolutely no one in the world who was dribbled by an old man in his home in the middle of the night, and he kicked a beer bottle four times, absolutely nothing!

Luo Weixi wanted to cry and look at the glass shards all over the ground without tears, suddenly bent down and picked them up, and flew towards the old man one by one: "You are a dead man's head, I said that I am a good man in Liangshan, and I have no feather arrows, do you believe it?" Do you believe it or not? ”

Although the old man's ball skills are good, his kung fu to avoid glass shards is very loose, and he was smashed by Luo Weixi and jumped around with his head in his arms, shouting: "Don't smash it, don't smash it, just don't believe it, just open the door of the bathroom and see." ”

"Yo, I hid the camera in the bathroom, and I cooked it." With a sneering face, Luo Weixi rushed to the bathroom and pushed the door open. In just a second, he immediately closed the door again, his eyes wide open, his mouth tightly closed, and he could not say a word.