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Chapter 84

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Qi Zhenyun looked at the season, and the season also looked at Qi Zhenyun......

Qi Zhenyun had a glass of water in front of him, which was already cold;

Season's hand holds half a piece of pizza, which is already cold;

The eyes of the two people were entangled, entangled, and fighting in the air......

Well, Shi Ling quickly lost the battle, he lowered his head and continued to nibble on his pizza, but Qi Zhenyun was not too happy to win - he knew very well what Shi Ling's appearance represented!

Nima just doesn't talk about it!

No matter what you say, I won't say anything!

"Secret? It can't be Ye Xiaotian, right? He continued.

Seasonal chewing on the pizza and shaking his head.

"Cut!"

"Class, squad leader, I'm sorry ......"

Qi Zhenyun rolled his eyes.

"That, that, that person can't explain what he can't say, so ......"

Qi Zhenyun glanced at him: "Do you know what you look like?" ”

"What?"

"When a young man meets an old man, he has to pass on his skills for a hundred years."

"Huh?"

Qi Zhenyun looked at him: "You don't look at the Internet every day, why don't you know this?" ”

"I didn't see that."

"Didn't see that?"

"Nope."

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"That's all."

"Which ones?"

"That's all I just said."

“…… Just the ones you just mentioned? ”

"Class leader, that's not a few, it's a few sets, a set of many books, just a set of three less, I read it for a semester, the set of tomatoes, I have been reading it for more than a year, and there is a big ......"

Qi Zhenyun looked at the sky outside the glass door, and there was only one thought in his heart, if all the readers of the Internet were like this, the authors of the Internet would starve to death! Also, although there are many books written by the three young people, they have written several sets, but you only read one set...... Hey, wait!

"Where did you look?" He hurriedly asked

"Where?"

"Yes, I mean, where and by what means."

Shi Ling was stunned, blinked, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back under Qi Zhenyun's gaze, and continued to think about it: "Squad leader, what do you mean...... Did you ask me if I was looking at a computer? ”

"Almost, don't you have a cell phone?"

"No, but you don't have to use a mobile phone to read a book."

"And what do you use? KINDLE？ ”

"Huh?"

Qi Zhenyun rubbed his eyebrows? I DIDN'T EXPLAIN TO HIM WHAT KINDLE WAS, BUT SAID, "THEN WHAT DO YOU USE TO SEE IT?" ”

"Books, ......"

"I know it's books, I'm asking...... Wait, you mean you're reading books? Paper books? ”

"yes."

"Bought?"

"Why, how is it possible, squad leader, it's so expensive, we, our family are not very rich, we rent it."

"Rent?"

"Yes, at the entrance of our school...... Well, I used to have a bookstore in front of my elementary school, and that's where I rented it. ”

"Rent a bookstore? When did this happen? ”

"It's only been these two years."

"These two years? Still renting a bookstore in the past two years? ”

"Why not? There are still so. ”

Qi Zhenyun looked at him, and Shi Ling also looked over, this time, he didn't give in......

"Am I living in the same era as him?" This is Qi Zhenyun's idea.

"Am I living in the same era as him?" It's a seasonal idea.

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For the first time, two people have reached the same mind in something other than playing football!

Then, the two turned their heads together, Qi Zhenyun took a sip of water, and took the last bite of pizza, but Qi Zhenyun soon felt that something was wrong - his water was cold!

Drinking cold water is a normal thing for a teenager like them, so when the water is in, Qi Zhenyun didn't think about anything, but as soon as he drank it, he reacted - he can't have a fever or anything now! So he hurriedly jumped up.

Before he finished eating a bite of pizza, he saw him like this, and hurriedly said, "Squad leader? ”

"It's fine." As he spoke, he poured the water and went to pour himself a glass of warm water, and said, "I can pour it for you." ”

"Just pour a glass of water."

"The squad leader should rest more."

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Qi Zhenyun was a little speechless, holding his water cup and thinking about how to speak, when Shi Ling suddenly said: "That squad leader, how did you play football?" ”

"Me?"

"Yes, class leader, did the school you used to attend have a football team?"

"Yes."

"Did you learn it in school?"

"That's not either."

"That, that......"

"I am, I learned from my family."

"Huh?"

"I have a family...... He played very well, I used to love watching him play and he taught me in the beginning. ”

"And then?"

"And then ......" Qi Zhenyun narrowed his eyes, those past days ...... Those days like sunshine seem to be, like the previous life, he knows, if he makes others see such an exclamation, he must be laughing, how old is he? This life has just begun, what is the previous life? But he really felt that way.

Those days didn't seem to be cloudy, every day was joyful and joyful, his father ran on the grass with his shoulders, and even juggled the ball when he carried him - "Son, look, is Daddy playing this ball well?" ”

"Good, good!" He laughed and clapped his palms, and his mother was smiling beside him, and although he wouldn't join them, at that time, his mother was laughing too.

Since then, when did it change?

It's not a very abrupt change.

It's not the kind of change where it's sunny today and rainy the next, but the gloom does increase day by day, until his mother explicitly objected: "You can't stop playing!" ”

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"Don't kick, don't kick, don't kick!"

“…… So what do I do? His father's voice wasn't too angry, just dazed.

"Too much! You can learn to draw, you can learn computers, you can learn English...... Dear, learn English, let's immigrate together! Or do we immigrate first? Yes, let's emigrate! ”

“…… Too late. ”

"How can it be late? What's late? ”

"If I emigrate, no team will want me."

"Team! Team! Football! Football! Would you die without football! ”

"Yes!"

The crisp and crisp answer, as if symbolizing the complete failure of the conversation, and then the endless cold war – not a complete absence of speech, but no more that harmony. They are gradually isolating each other, and occasionally seeing each other is sarcastic: "It seems that you like to be scolded." ”

"I just like to be scolded by the Chinese."

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At that time, he could only stand in the corner, looking at them blankly and bewildered. He tried to make amends, but he couldn't do anything.

"Your dad is a fool, he doesn't have any clear understanding of society at all, and he is still obsessed with the past! But those admirers of his have long since abandoned him! How many people are still watching him play? How many people still remember his name? What can he do for the so-called Chinese football? He can't do anything! He thinks he is very capable, but has he scored a goal for the Chinese team? No! He didn't wake up from his dream, and he thought he was good! He's so stupid, so stupid! ”

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"Your mother has changed, I was like this when she knew me, and I am still like this, I haven't changed, it's her who has changed. She said that among the admirers who abandoned me, she was one ......."

When he said this, his father was smiling, but he had a creepy feeling, as if something the most terrible and terrifying thing had befallen him, so that he rarely cried......

"Don't cry, son, it's okay, don't worry, your mother and I won't divorce."

"Dad...... Is he afraid of his parents' divorce? It doesn't seem to be. But what was he really afraid of......

He still doesn't know what he's afraid of.

"I won't take the initiative to mention it, as for your mother, I should be afraid of losing face, she is such an arrogant person......"

His dad laughed again, this time, with a bit of urgency, and when he remembered it afterwards, he only felt pathetic......

But there is one thing that the couple have come to a unanimity, and that is about him playing football.

"No! Absolutely not! Son, there is no future for football! When you choose football, you choose a path with no future, and you have to sacrifice a lot of things to get it right! Why can't your dad and I get along? Is it football? The most fundamental reason is that the two of us are not on the same level at all! When the aura of football is removed, he has nothing! That's how sports hurt people! Practice! Practice! Keep practicing! Put in all the exercises! And then what? How many can make it to the top? And those who can't get to the top, do you know what it will be like? Our school has to accept such people every year! They have been practicing since they were four or five years old, and they will only have their own major for more than ten years, and then, the cultural level is not as good as that of primary school students, and they can only rely on policies to gild in the university, but when they come to school, they are getting a diploma, and in the final analysis, they are still working on their own major, but what will happen to such people in society? Of course, it seems to be good only from the results, after all, they have all hit the provincial level, but if they use this time and energy to study, what will be the result? Son, if you were born in an ordinary family and have talent in this area, you might as well try, because this is also a path, but you are not! You grew up in a very good family, and no matter how stupid and selfish your father was, there was one thing he could do, and that was that he made enough money, and you know what that means? That means you can get most of the resources you need in the world! You can go abroad, you can go to world-class universities, you can socialize with real elites! HYNOT？ But once you go to play football, you're ruined! None of this has anything to do with you, unless you emigrate! And you have to immigrate now, or you will be scolded to death! ”

“…… Your mom, you're right. ”

It was almost the only time in his memory that his father approved of his mother, but it was against him!

Since then, his father has never coached him to play football or even taken him to the practice base.

“…… He's too busy? He came back to his senses and spoke.

"Oh, then, that squad leader, you practiced by yourself?"

"The school has a football team, and we practice with it." His parents didn't care about the school's football team, and after practicing for a while, he was also disappointed, and his teammates couldn't do it, even the coach ...... Actually, it's not very good, "What about you?" Just practice it on your own? ”

"Pretty much, and that person will also guide me, and occasionally practice with me...... But I haven't seen him for a while...... He's, too, very busy. ”

Qi Zhenyun turned his head and scratched his head: "Then, that squad leader, do you drink porridge?" ”

“…… Are you leaving? ”

"Huh? Neither nor is it ...... It's just, I—I don't know how to get ......."

"I'll send you."

"No, no, no......"

"My name is Didi."

Shi Ling was originally refusing with two hands, but when he heard this, he froze there, Qi Zhenyun laughed: "Of course, if you want, I can also sit with you and come back by myself." ”

"No, no, no, this is really not necessary."

Qi Zhenyun laughed loudly, and Shi Ling also laughed a little wryly......

Qi Zhenyun thought for a while and said, "Do you want to watch the game?" ”

"Huh?"

"I have a lot of footage of European matches here, which are not broadcast by TV stations and may not be found on the Internet, do you want to watch them?"

Shi Ling nodded vigorously, and Qi Zhenyun led him upstairs.

He has a special living room, in which all kinds of things are matched, Qi Zhenyun adjusted the projector, and went downstairs to move a bunch of snacks, Shi Season was very embarrassed, but he waved his hand: "If you don't eat it, you will throw it away." ”

"Huh?"

"Most of these snacks are brought back from abroad by my mother, but she can't actually eat much by herself, and my father, basically don't eat these things, how much can I eat myself? So a lot of it was left, and then, it was lost. If it's convenient for you, you can take some back with you later. ”

"No, no, no."

"Then let's eat, you're welcome, in fact, most of the foreigners' things don't quite meet our taste, but the chocolate is good, oh, you try it." And this kind of potato chips is also good, you can try it too, I'll take a look, the dried fruit is good, you can try it too......"

Soon, Shi Ling hugged a bunch of people in his arms: "I can't eat the squad leader, it's really not good!" ”

"Eat slowly, don't rush. Alright, let's watch the game! ”

As he spoke, he turned on the screen, sat cross-legged on the sofa excitedly, glanced at him, leaned back, and then ate the snack with his arms.

Both of them have an inexplicable excitement!