Chapter 52 Don’t Worry
Hu Lai once again finished his homework in the morning, and then planned to leave home and go to school.
Xie Lan was almost used to this scene.
And she discovered that in order to be able to play football, she no longer had to whip her son with a whip when he was studying. In the past, if she wanted to make Hu Lai do homework, it was like killing him. On Saturdays and Sundays at home, as long as she didn't supervise him. He, he can spend his time playing other things.
Even if extracurricular books, mobile phones, etc. were confiscated from him, he would rather sit at his desk and stare at his homework in a daze than write.
It's better now. He doesn't need to urge or supervise himself. He just gets up early and does his homework obediently.
This performance made her husband Hu Lixin rarely smile in front of his son.
Xie Lan somewhat believed his son's words. Maybe the dopamine secreted after some exercise really played a role?
She felt that if her son's grades improved, then even if he only went to watch the team's games every weekend and could not play, it would not be in vain.
"Come back early after watching the game." Xie Lan said to his son before he left the house.
"What, I'm going to play today!" Hu Lai said proudly.
Xie Lan's eyes widened: "Is your school's team so weak? Can you even play in the game?"
Although she doesn't know the situation of the Dongchuan Middle School football team, she knows her son. He was strictly prohibited from playing football since he was a child, and he didn't start playing it until he was in high school. How long did he join the school team and be able to play in games? She could guess what level her son was at, and he would definitely not be much better.
"Mom!" Hu Lai said dissatisfied. "I got this opportunity only after conquering our strict coach during training!"
"Oh, then your coaching level is not very good." Xie Lan said.
"Oh, Mom, you don't understand football, I can't explain it to you!"
Hu Lai didn't bother to explain to his mother, so he turned around and walked out the door. His footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and he ran downstairs with a rumble.
When Xie Lan closed the door and walked to the balcony, all he could see was his son's back as he got on his bicycle and rushed out.
Seeing his son's figure like a stray dog, Xie Lan smiled and shook his head.
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"Qingqing, the food is in the pot, I'm leaving." Li Ziqiang raised his head and shouted loudly at the top of the stairs.
After a sound of footsteps, Li Qingqing's head appeared on the stairs above. She looked at her father: "Okay, dad, walk slowly."
"Yes." Li Ziqiang nodded and turned to open the door.
But just as he put his hand on the doorknob, his daughter's voice sounded behind him again: "Dad... In the afternoon game, you won't only let Hu Lai play in the final injury time." Right? That’s considered the last game..."
Li Ziqiang's hand holding the doorknob paused for a moment, then turned back to look at his daughter helplessly: "Is your father such a stingy person? If you want him to play in the game, you can't just use garbage time to kill him. ”
"No, no, of course my dad can't be such a stingy person. I knew you wouldn't do this, hehe!" After saying that, Li Qingqing shrank back, and her voice came from her room: "Goodbye, dad." ! I will cheer you up in the afternoon! ”
Li Ziqiang went out angrily and stood at the door. He took a deep breath for a full minute before he gradually calmed down.
What his daughter said just now really made him heartbroken. He had worked so hard to raise such a big daughter, but he would suspect that his father was playing dirty tricks because of that brat...
Am I that kind of person? !
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"Hu Lai! Here, here!" When Mao Xiao greeted Hu Lai, who had just entered the school cafeteria, everyone in the cafeteria unanimously turned their attention to the figure at the door.
Hu Lai, if nothing else happens, he should get a chance to play today.
This newcomer, who has only received basic training with the team for a month, is about to play. And you know, half of the entire school team has never had a chance to play.
The looks in everyone's eyes contained mixed emotions.
After all, when he first joined the school team, he was a poor unlucky guy in everyone's eyes. As a result, he now starts the game earlier than half of his teammates.
To say that I am not envious would be a lie.
But when it comes to blessing him, I'm afraid not many people can do it.
Some people are whispering: "Why are everyone so sure that he will play today?"
"Nonsense, this is already the fifth round of the qualifiers. If we don't let him play at this time, do we have to wait until the semi-finals of the sixth round and the final of the seventh round before letting him play?"
Hu Lai followed Mao Xiao and Meng Xi to an empty table for four, and he could still feel someone's eyes on him.
"Hu Lai, don't be too happy too early." As soon as he sat down, Meng Xi lowered his voice and said to Hu Lai.
"Ah?" Hu Lai was surprised. "Am I so obvious?"
"Have you ever thought about the possibility that the coach promised you to play, but he didn't say how long he would let you play. You don't have to worry about him subbing you in at the last minute of the game, and then you continue to play. If you can’t catch the ball, the game is over.”
Hu Lai looked at Meng Xi and frowned: "Isn't that true?"
"I think with the level our coach is targeting you, it's really serious." Meng Xi glanced at Li Ziqiang.
Mao Xiao waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, I think the coach is not that kind of person. Although he is very strict, he is not despicable...otherwise he should say that you let the water go during that special training because you faced Hu There was no reaction at all from Rai’s shot.”
He said the last sentence to Meng Xi.
Meng Xi quickly retorted: "Are you kidding! I think it's difficult to react. If you try to guard this ball, maybe your eyes can't keep up with the ball!"
"I'm not a goalkeeper, what should I guard?" Mao Xiao shook his head.
"Let me tell you, Mao Xiao. Not many people can save Hu Lai's shot. The angle and power are perfect, tsk tsk..."
"What you said, I thought Hu Lai was a professional player." Mao Xiao knew that his friend was exaggerating and laughed.
Unexpectedly, Meng Xi nodded seriously: "You're right, Mao Xiao, that was a professional-level shot. That's why the coach pinched his nose and admitted it. But I always felt that the coach wouldn't let it go so easily. Hu Lai, if you really let Hu Lai play at the last minute, you can't fault it. After all, we only said he would play, not how many minutes. "
Mao Xiao still shook his head, not believing that their coach would do such a thing: "Let me put it bluntly, if the coach really did this, not many people would listen to what he said."
"Okay. But even if the coach doesn't do this, I think today is Hu Lai's last chance to play. Our coach only said that you should play, but he didn't say how many times he should play. And if we win this round If so, the next step is the semi-finals and finals of the qualifiers. Hu Lai, I'm not targeting you, but I think the coach will definitely not consider letting you play again," Meng Xi said.
Mao Xiao did not refute his friend this time because he also felt that what Meng Xi said made sense.
In fact, Hu Lai shouldn't even have this one chance to play. He earned it at the risk of hitting his head on the ground.
They were all shocked at the time, but now think about it, what's the use of just getting a chance to play?
Go up there and feel the atmosphere of the game?
Then what?
Then there is no more.
When I think about it, I feel that the reality is very hopeless, as if Hu Lai's beautiful barb before has lost its meaning.
Mao Xiao complained a little about his friend: "I found out that you are such a person, why do you throw cold water on me?"
Meng Xi spread his hands: "I'm afraid that the more Hu Lai hopes, the more disappointed he will be."
Then the two of them looked at Hu Lai together.
Facing their looks, Hu Lai said nonchalantly: "It's better to have hope than no hope."
He has actually thought about this question. Will this be the first and last time he will represent the school team in a game in his freshman year?
But he soon realized that the question meant nothing to him.
Because he originally had nothing, not even a chance.
Worrying about whether he will have a chance to compete next is like worrying about whether a person who is about to starve to death can only eat instant noodles and whether his nutrition is balanced. (End of chapter)