Chapter 778 Rare leisure
In the end, Qin Lin didn't ask his son what the book was called.
He felt...a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, he remembered the author's name that his son mentioned, which was "Lin Hai Jing Tao".
So he searched the Internet on his mobile phone, and a prompt popped up:
Search results for "Lin Hai Ting Tao" have been displayed. Still searching: Lin Hai Jing Tao
Qin Lin did not click on the latter option, but saw the information about the author named "Lin Hai Tingtao" at a glance.
And I saw the novel he created in it: "The Boss: We Are the Champions".
Based on intuition, Qin Lin clicked in, and his name was mentioned in the introduction, but it was not exactly the same, but a homophone:
Qing Ling, the last big man in Chinese football, retired with regrets of not being able to participate in the World Cup. However, when he woke up the day after retirement, he found that he was possessed by a young player with the same name as Anton Shining Star. And there is no Qing Ling in this world who once won the Chinese Footballer of the Year and the Asian Footballer of the Year!
But except for the absence of him, this world was exactly the same as the one he knew.
So the boss found that the first serious problem he faced was...how could he call Hu Lai, Zhang Qinghuan, and Wang Guangwei "brother"?
Qin Lin's brows jumped when he saw this.
Do you call those brats "brother"?
This is indeed a very serious problem...
This detail suddenly made Qin Lin more interested in the book, so he decided to continue reading.
Let’s see how he can realize all his youthful ambitions in this virtual world created by the author.
Anyway, on the day of the national team match, the club's coaching work is not that busy, so he has plenty of time to read novels.
He clicked on "Free Trial" and read in.
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The plane is flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the cabin is not quiet. The low-frequency noise caused by the engine and wind noise continues to roar. Some people choose to use noise-canceling headphones to combat this noise.
But more people have become accustomed to this noise and treat it as background music. They chat, watch movies, listen to music and play games in a noisy environment.
This was a flight from the capital of China to Tashkent, Uzbekistan, and the people on this flight were not ordinary passengers.
The cabin was full of members of the Chinese Men’s Football National Team, as well as the entire coaching staff, relevant staff of the Chinese Football Association, and Chinese media reporters who accompanied the team to cover the away game.
This medium-sized passenger plane was almost full.
The logistics team is the largest among them, and they are responsible for all daily arrangements for the national team’s training and life in Tashkent.
Even the national team brought five chefs this time - each one responsible for a different cuisine to meet the different taste needs of the national team's international players from all over the world.
This is also a very rare treatment in the history of the Chinese team's participation in the World Cup.
The previous Football Association did not have such a clear division of labor and professional awareness of logistics support - bringing several large boxes of instant noodles to the national team when traveling with the team was considered logistics.
If you remember to bring a few boxes of instant noodles, ham sausage and pickled vegetables while bringing instant noodles, it will be a reflection of the meticulous logistics work.
As for chartering a flight to play away games, this has never happened before.
After all, based on the performance of the Chinese team in the World Cup qualifiers, Chinese fans and media were eager for them to walk to the away game and charter a flight... That would be a waste of taxpayers' money! It is an illegal occupation of state property! It's a crime!
Now after ten years of reform, not only the performance of the Chinese team has been improved, but the work ability of the Football Association has also become more professional and meticulous.
From this perspective, it can even be said that the Chinese team's ability to persist to the end in the qualifiers this time is inseparable from the outstanding work of the relevant staff of the Football Association.
This time, public opinion showed no dissatisfaction with such a large team.
After all, this is indeed the closest Chinese football has come to the World Cup. In order to achieve the goal, it is natural to make a big fanfare.
If we can successfully enter the World Cup, let alone a logistics support team of dozens of people, even if the number of people is doubled, fans across the country will have no objection!
Everyone on the plane was looking for something to do to pass the time during the trip.
Wang Guangwei laughed while holding the phone in his hands.
Hu Lai, who was sitting next to him, glanced curiously and found that Lao Wang was actually reading a novel.
He knew that Wang Guangwei usually liked to read online novels, but he never asked what specific novels he read.
Today was also a boring day, so Hu Lai asked: "What book is so fun to read?"
Wang Guangwei put down his mobile phone and replied: "A football novel..."
"Football novels? What's so interesting about football novels? If you play football all day long, you would read one written by an amateur. Don't you think it's a joke?"
"But this is indeed very interesting." Wang Guangwei said with a smile, "Hu Lai, let me tell you the title of the book. Guess who the protagonist of this book is."
"How could I guess this?" Hu Lai spread his hands.
"You try it. The name is "Big Brother: We Are the Champions"."
Hu Lai was stunned when he heard this, and his intuition made a name pop into his mind, and he blurted out: "Brother Lin?"
Wang Guangwei put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Look, you guessed it right away! That's right, it's about Brother Lin traveling to a parallel world after retiring. In the parallel world, Flashing Star is still our teammate. But his identity has changed. He is no longer a big boss of Chinese football, but a newcomer to the reserve team who is only 20 years old..."
He was interrupted by Hu Lai before he finished speaking: "Wait a minute, Brother Lin has become a twenty-year-old newcomer?"
Wang Guangwei nodded: "Yes. The same name and surname. Although the author chose a homophonic word, everyone understands it."
Hu Lai laughed: "Hey! Then Brother Lin...should he call us 'brother'?"
"..."
"What's that expression on your face!"
"Hu Lai, if I hadn't known that you were a lousy writer, I would have doubted that you had written this book. The first problem Brother Lin encountered at the beginning of this novel was whether or not to call us 'Brothers'!" ”
"Tsk, Lao Wang, please explain clearly, what does "sloppy writing" mean? Let me tell you, my compositions when I was a child were on the popular posts of our school forum!"
"What about this?"
"That's right!" Hu Lai said proudly, "After all, zero-point essays are not common."
Wang Guangwei rolled his eyes, and he knew: "You have the nerve to say it?"
Hu Lai didn't take it seriously and instead touched Wang Guangwei with his elbow: "Isn't it so cool to be called brother by Brother Lin?"
"Ha..." Wang Guangwei laughed, but soon he straightened his face again and said seriously: "This is a novel, fictional! Will I feel happy because of this fictional story?"
Hu Lai pouted: "Then you were so happy just now..."
"It's just to kill time... If it weren't for the fact that this flight was so boring, I wouldn't even watch it!" Wang Guangwei continued to say seriously.
"Then you read books really fast. Your reading progress is already 90%..." Hu Lai glanced at Wang Guangwei's mobile phone screen.
"Ahem, I read books faster..."
Wang Guangwei saw that Hu Lai had been staring at him and was too embarrassed to continue reading, so he put away his mobile phone, then looked at the flight route map and found that they were very close to their destination, so he sighed: "There is one more thing left." A game..."
Hu Lai corrected him: "There are still three games."
"I didn't say World Cup..."
"I'm talking about the World Cup."
Wang Guangwei turned to look at Hu Lai, and Hu Lai also looked at him: "What are you doing? Am I wrong?"
"No, no, that's right." Wang Guangwei laughed.
Then he leaned back on the seat back of the plane and sighed faintly: "The World Cup..."
Even though it was the last game of the Asian qualifying round, he still had an unreal feeling.
I think the first time he and Hu Lai met was at a high school football match. Now, as members of the Chinese national team, they are sitting on a plane flying to Tashkent, making a last-ditch effort to reach the World Cup finals. .
This change in identity made Wang Guangwei feel like he was in another world.
"What are you sighing for?"
"No... I just suddenly thought of Brother Lin again. You said that he worked hard all his life, but only after he retired did he find out that the Chinese team might participate in the World Cup. Would he feel very regretful?" Wang Guangwei was not trying to change the subject. After all, he really felt something.
The novel just now successfully evoked this melancholy in him.
There is nothing more painful than "death before leaving the battle".
"It's a pity that I can't help it... Brother Lin didn't catch up with the good times." Hu Lai sighed, "How about we bring Brother Lin's photo and put it on the bench for him in the World Cup? His World Cup dream..."
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a moment, imagined the scene in his mind, and then covered his face: "Brother Lin is not here, otherwise you will have a good harvest! Hu Lai, you are swollen now!"
Hu Lai curled his lips: "How can you be so arrogant? You dare to read a novel that asked Brother Lin to call you brother. Your ambition is obvious!"
Just as the two were making noise, the plane shook slightly, and the pilot's slightly vague voice came from the cabin broadcast: "Ladies and gentlemen, this flight will land at Tashkent International Airport in thirty minutes. The current ground temperature is 20 Eight degrees Celsius... Please open the visor, put away the tray table, and put your mobile phone and other electronic devices into airplane mode..."
When Wang Guangwei, who was playing with Hu Lai, heard this, he sat up straight in his seat and tensed up as if conditioned by reflex, as if he was about to parachute from a plane into the battlefield.
Not only him, but other teammates around him in the cabin also took off their headphones, put down their mobile phones, opened the visors, and turned to look down.
For them, the time of leisure and relaxation is over.
Although they didn't need to drop by parachute, the battlefield was indeed right below them. (End of chapter)