Chapter 8 Why do you like it?
Dongchuan Middle School has a very beautiful stadium. Would it be a waste if only one class was allowed to attend physical education class in such a beautiful stadium?
Therefore, most of the physical education classes in Dongchuan Middle School are taken by two classes together, and sometimes three classes are taken together.
This can make full and effective use of the venue with such good hardware conditions.
This afternoon's physical education class is held by Grade 1 and Grade 2 and Grade 1 and Grade 3 at the same time.
So the boys from the two classes had already made an appointment to play a football match in the physical education class, which was also a warm-up for the upcoming recruitment of new members of the school team.
Li Qingqing was standing in the stands. On the edge of the field below her were the boys from Class 3. They gathered together and seemed to be discussing how to arrange the lineup.
In fact, even if Luo Kai didn't invite her, she would still come to watch the game.
She also wanted to see what the football level of this school was like and how the team her father was going to coach was like.
Then she saw the thin figure among the boys.
Hu Lai.
She had heard the name several times throughout the morning.
It can be said that he is a "celebrity" in this class, but he doesn't seem to have a good reputation. When everyone mentioned his name, it was more of a joke and disdain.
Just like it is now.
"Hu Lai, you'd better not come..."
"Yeah, we're playing a game, why are you here to cause trouble?"
Hu Lai wanted to squeeze in, but was blocked from the crowd by other boys.
"You can't look at people with old eyes! I have become stronger after special training!" Hu Lai, who was outside the crowd, jumped up and raised his arms and shouted loudly.
No one heard him, no one looked at him, no one took him seriously.
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"Why are they not willing to take him to play together?" Li Qingqing in the stands couldn't help but talk to himself.
"Because Hu Lai is terrible at football."
A voice suddenly sounded next to her, startling Li Qingqing. She turned her head and realized that there was a big fat man beside her.
Seeing Li Qingqing's confused gaze, Song Jiajia had an almost flattering smile on her face: "My name is Song Jiajia."
"Hello." Li Qingqing smiled and nodded, then quickly changed the topic, "Is he bad at playing football?"
"It's pretty bad!" Song Jiajia said in a very positive tone.
Li Qingqing had seen Hu Lai play football. From her point of view, Hu Lai didn't play well, but it seemed that there was a big gap between Hu Lai and quite bad.
Seeing that Li Qingqing didn't seem to believe it, Song Jiajia got excited: "You don't believe it? Let me tell you, Hu Lai is the kind of person who plays as a forward and acts as an undercover defender, and plays as a defender and acts as an undercover forward!"
"Is that an exaggeration?"
"No exaggeration, no exaggeration." Song Jiajia waved her hands as if fanning herself. "Our class played against Class 3 for the first time. He was a forward and fell on the football the first time he got the ball! He blocked two shots from Luo Kai. There was also an empty goal that was close at hand - the opponent's goalkeeper The ball fell in front of Hu Lai. What do you think he did? ”
Li Qingqing tried to guess: "He kicked away?"
Song Jiajia had a proud expression saying "Hu Lai is so unpredictable" and said in an excited tone: "He actually hit it with his hands! And he didn't even hit the football with his hands! He slapped the football down hard, As a result, the football bounced and hit him in the face! ”
The fat man laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking.
Li Qingqing thought about that scene and thought it was a bit... funny.
But she didn't laugh, but asked Song Jiajia: "Aren't you Hu Lai's deskmate?"
The subtext is that your relationship with Hu Lai seems to be good, but why are you so happy when it comes to Hu Lai's embarrassing things? So what's the difference between you and those who laughed at Hu Lai?
Facing Li Qingqing's question, Song Jiajia pouted: "I don't like Hu Lai playing football."
"Why?"
"What's so good about playing football? If he plays like this, he can only be treated as a laughing stock."
"Isn't he allowed to like football, that's why he plays football?"
"You play football because you like football?" Song Jiajia suddenly laughed. "As a result, I was laughed at, treated as a joke, and looked down upon by others... This is the result of liking football? So what is there to like about football? If a person can't feel happy in what he likes, why do he like it? I Looking at Hu Lai, he is not a masochist..."
Li Qingqing opened her mouth slightly, but could not speak, because she felt that what Hu Lai's deskmate said seemed very reasonable, and she could not refute it.
Think about it carefully, why does she like football?
It was her father who first introduced her to football. Then, when she was young, she liked the feeling of chasing a round football - her father said that when she was a child, she liked to crawl after the football when she could not walk. The football rolled in front, and she giggled from behind and chased it with all four limbs. To football.
Later, when she became sensible, her football talent was discovered. She liked dribbling on the court to score goals, enjoying the applause and cheers given to her by everyone, and seeing her father's happy eyes...< br>
Was there ever a time when football made her sad and injured?
Of course there is, but overall, there are more positive feedbacks and it makes her happy more often, so she likes football.
What if you like football but never find happiness in football?
Is it still necessary to persist with this kind of love?
Just like you like someone, but no matter how much enthusiasm and sincerity you put in, this person just won't respond to you, won't give you a good look, and won't cherish your enthusiasm and sincerity... So how long can this kind of love last?
Seeing Li Qingqing's silence, Song Jiajia said: "So why should I support that kid to play football? It's better to let him give up this idea early."
Li Qingqing did not answer any more words, but turned his attention to the court.
On the court, Hu Lai ultimately failed to enter the lineup for the match against Class Three. The football-loving teenagers from the two classes had already formed a formation on the field, and he walked to the sidelines. He did not stand with other spectators, but stood alone, facing the field.
Seeing this, Song Jiajia shouted at him: "Hey Hu Lai, let's eat chicken! I brought two mobile phones!"
Hu Lai ignored him.
"Let me tell you, eating chicken is fun! I will take you flying!"
Hu Lai still ignored him.
Song Jiajia stopped shouting and cursed in a low voice: "If your brain is sick, how can football be as fun as eating chicken?"
He sat down next to Li Qingqing, actually took out two latest smartphones from his school uniform, put one aside, held the other in his hand, lowered his head and started playing with it.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Da da da!"
"Boom!"
"Damn! What did you fight?!"
A football match involving the honors of the two classes was going on on the field below. The students were all cheering for their class teams, but Song Jiajia turned a deaf ear to it and was very involved in the game.
Li Qingqing knew that Hu Lai's deskmate really didn't like football.
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The competition between the two classes ended with Class 2 winning.
Luo Kai not only completed a hat trick in this game, but also scored four goals. He was the biggest contributor to the victory of the second class.
Every time he scores a goal, he will run under the rostrum to celebrate the goal and cast his eyes on the beautiful figure in the stands. Seeing the beautiful figure's smile, he feels happier than scoring the goal.
As for that beautiful figure, she was absent-minded most of the time. She cast her eyes on the lonely figure on the sidelines many times during the game.
He was watching intently from the sidelines alone, even though the game had nothing to do with him.
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When Hu Lai rode his bicycle to his secret base, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no water in the open space in the middle.
He made a special trip during school in the morning just to confirm the conditions of the venue.
As a result, he saw some large and small puddles, so he tried hard to sweep away the water with a big used broom that someone didn't know who had thrown it here, and then hoped that the sunshine of this day would evaporate all the water.
For this, he paid the price of being three minutes late.
Now seeing the condition of the field, Hu Lai felt that even if he was punished for three laps, it was worth it.
The water is gone and you can play football.
He threw his bicycle aside and headed straight for the grass where he had hidden the football yesterday.
But when he dug through the grass, he didn't see the football - it was empty and there was nothing!
Just like the top on the table kept spinning and spinning without stopping, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Hu Lai's back...
At this moment, a girl's voice sounded behind him: "Are you looking for it?"
Hu Lai stood up and turned around, and saw a girl wearing the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School at the entrance of the secret base, with his football under her feet and looking at him.
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