Fox in the Penalty Area

After the team warmed up, Yan Yan had been staring at Hu Lai.

After he went back, he thought left and right, and still thought his guess was reliable. The head coach actually valued Hu Lai very much. It's just that what is the "big task", he has never wanted to understand, should not lead the team into the national competition, or certainly not let him lead the team into the national competition at this time.

He wanted to see how the coach would arrange Hu Lai.

When arranging specific training programs, Li Ziqiang arranged for everyone and turned his head to say to Hu Lai: "You continue basic training."

Hu Lai did not express any objection, he did need basic training, so he took the ball to his dedicated training area.

Yan Yan turned his gaze to the coach, and seemed to understand what was in his eyes.

Chu Yifan got up and said to him with a smile: "Look, don't you think about it? Our coach is the same as before ..."

"No." But before he finished, Yan Yan interrupted him. "This just proves that the head coach really values ​​Hu Lai!"

"How do you see it?" Chu Yifan wondered how Yan Yan's brain circuit grew.

"Hulai's foundation is very weak, so the coach asked him to practice the foundation. Even if he scored in the game, he did not change his plan. This shows that our head coach has a long-term plan for Hulai ..."

"Long-term planning? What kind of planning?" Chu Yifan felt that he was going to be confused by Yan Yan.

"Hulai is only a freshman? Next year is the second year of high school. It is when he matures. After practicing the foundation for a year, I believe that he will have a change in all aspects. And by that time you have graduated, our team always needs Fresh blood. How can I do with a Luo Kai? Hu Lai is the fresh blood. "Yan Yan said firmly. "You saw the performance of Hu Lai when he faced you yesterday. You only got a goal and you were so proud of it. What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"Explain that this kid is easy to be proud! Therefore, it is necessary for our coach to use strong means to suppress his tempting heart-don't believe it, who only practiced the foundation for a month, and can't resist wanting to play? This kid is ignorant and intrepid! I think our coach really wants Hu Lai to practice for another year, or why do he say that special training is not enough to do one year of basic training? As a result, this boy is lucky in special training The blast broke into a barb like a world wave, which made our coach difficult to ride a tiger and gave him only one chance to play. As a result, he played and everyone didn't give him a pass, which angered the coach. ——This is the person he likes! It ’s the same as us excluding the kid ... Of course he ca n’t allow his appointed person to get the team ’s support, right? ”

Chu Yifan nodded subconsciously.

Yan Yan and Chu Yifan ran for training, and said in the captain's ear: "The coach has a long-term view and is already thinking about next year. Otherwise, why did he say that we won the game by Luo Kai after the game that day What? We just thought about winning the ball and being in the semi-finals. It ’s worth celebrating. The coach is already thinking about how to lead the team to win after you ’re away from the captain next year ... Our coach is so good! He wants to It ’s a team, not individual heroism! "

Chu Yifan beside him was stunned. He had never thought of so many complicated twists and turns in his mind.

In the end, Yan Yan concluded: "I don't believe you are watching, I bet the next semi-final, the boy Hu Lai will definitely not play again, our coach is going to crush him, otherwise this boy will not go to heaven?" It ’s all part of the coaching plan ... "

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After Li Qingqing finished training, she waved goodbye to her new teammates and took a bus for half an hour to return home.

At this time, her father had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her to come back.

Li Qingqing, who opened the door, saw that his dad wearing an apron was taking a dish out of the kitchen and putting it on the dining table.

"came back?"

"Well, I'm back."

"How are the new teammates? How does the training feel?" Li Ziqiang asked while staring at his daughter while wiping his hands on the apron.

"It's all very good, everyone is very friendly to me. I haven't played for a long time, and I am also very happy." Li Qingqing put down the sports backpack full of equipment, changed the slippers at the entrance, and then turned to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Li Ziqiang came up and stood at the bathroom door and asked, "To celebrate your return to the court, I made your favorite radish roast sirloin today."

Li Qingqing smiled: "Do you want to celebrate too?"

Li Ziqiang nodded seriously: "To celebrate."

"Dad, wouldn't you want to drink yourself?" Li Qingqing asked, staring at his father's eyes.

Li Ziqiang froze for a moment before he remembered that there was no more wine at home. He knew that he had bought a bottle on his way home from school ... indeed he should drink. But he still said on his mouth: "Oh, where do you want to go?"

After washing her hands, Li Qingqing washed her face with tap water again. Then she came out and sat at the dining table, looking at a table full of meals. She took a deep breath: "It smells good!"

Looking at her daughter, Li Ziqiang felt extremely happy.

As a result, the daughter opened her eyes and looked at him next second and asked, "Yes, dad, how is the school team training?"

Li Ziqiang's good mood disappeared. On the face of it, my daughter is concerned about his school team training, but what are the concerns of school team training? Not every day? So she is still worrying about the **** ...

But Li Ziqiang couldn't let his daughter see it, so he kept smiling: "It's good."

"Really? That's good, ha ... Dad, eat!"

"Okay, I'll go for a meal."

"Dad, you are sitting, I will go!" Li Qingqing jumped up, pressed Li Ziqiang back to his seat, and ran to the kitchen.

Sitting at the dining table, Li Ziqiang turned his head to look at her daughter's lively back and smiled with her mouth closed.

What a warm scene, it would be nice if there was n’t that **** to stir up ...

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"Ah? Didn't you come to the training yesterday?"

Hu Lai looked at Li Qingqing in front of him with some surprise, and Song Jiajia, who was playing mobile games next to her, rolled her eyes—you do n’t care too much about others?

"Well, I went to training. You know, I am a women's football ..." Li Qingqing explained to Hu Lai.

It was noon. Three people found a Sichuan restaurant outside the school, ordered a few stir-fries, and sat around a table. Treated by Song Jiajia.

Li Qingqing went to Hu Lai to check if anything else happened in the training after school yesterday.

"No, the coach still arranged me for basic training." Hu Lai said.

"Or basic training? Didn't you arrange for additional shooting? Didn't you let you practice with the team?" Li Qingqing's eyes widened, a little surprised.

"Yeah, no. What's wrong?" Hu Lai was confused, and didn't understand why Li Qingqing had such a reaction.

"Well ... nothing." Li Qingqing said frowning. She thought that Hu Lai's goal would change Hu Lai's treatment in the team somewhat, but now it seems that her father did not change the original plan and ideas because of Hu Lai's goal.

The next two games remain, the semifinals and finals of the qualifiers. These two games are the highlights. According to previous ideas, Dad is even less likely to give Hu Lai the chance to play.

Although it will be a little unwilling, Li Qingqing also knows that there is no way to do it. The time is too tight. Even if Hu Lai has worked hard, I am afraid it will be difficult to change anything.

It was exactly this time that the first dish was served, Li Qingqing snapped the chopsticks and said, "Let's eat!"

Hu Lai also picked up disposable chopsticks, put his hands together and put them on his mouth: "Thanks to Fatty Song for giving us food ..."

After saying this, he opened the chopsticks.

Snapped.

Song Jiajia put down her phone and looked at such a pious Hu Lai silently: "Please just have a meal, not too much."

"As for as." Hu Lai nodded again and again, "I am always grateful!"

Of course I would like to thank Fatty Song, because he let Hu Lai save another ten dollars for lunch, which is one step closer to paying off foreign debt!

Li Qingqing looked at the two people fighting, and found it fun, so she also said, "Then I'm grateful too!"

The two boys stopped frolicing and turned to look at Li Qingqing.

She clenched her fists under her chin, and closed her eyes.

Li Qingqing's eyebrows are not the same as those of ordinary girls. They are slightly thicker and thicker, without arcs, extending straight and slightly upward.

This pair of eyebrows will appear uncoordinated on many girls' faces, but this is not the case on Li Qingqing's face, because there are a pair of big eyes under the eyebrows. Ordinary people will feel that their big eyes are indifferent. This situation did not happen to Li Qingqing. Her big eyes and thick eyebrows are matched. They are not as delicate as ordinary girls.

Now these big eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes are shaking slightly, like a breeze blowing.

Under the straight nose bridge, the pale pink lips said one by one: "Thank you Song Jiajia for giving us food ..."

Looking at this scene, Song Jiajia suddenly understood Luo Kai's feeling ...

After Li Qingqing said this, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the two people on the opposite side looking at her with integrity.

"What's wrong?" She asked curiously.

"Eat!" Song Jiajia poked the chopsticks in the bowl, aligned, and then launched an attack on Mao Xuewang.

"Dine and eat!" Hu Lai quickly drew back his gaze, lowered his head and pulled in the bowl for several times, only to find that his bowl was empty, all the air he took into his mouth ...

Looking at Hu Lai's embarrassment, Li Qingqing couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing, Hu Lai?"

"Ah, I'm performing dinner!" Hu Lai concealed.

"You're such a funny person!" Li Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled, her big eyes bent into a crescent moon.

Song Jiajia, who bowed her head to eat vegetables, heard Li Qingqing's crisp laughter, and felt that the belly in her mouth was crispier.

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In the afternoon training, Song Jiajia changed a local station this time, still on the podium, but changed from the left of the podium to the right.

He also saw the girls from yesterday in the crowd, and they also saw him.

They also stood in their old position yesterday, and they faced each other with Song Jiajia.

Saw them, Song Jiajia also waved happily to them to ensure that these people saw him ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Later, the players came out from the locker room to change clothes, and Luo Kai was among them.

Girls saw him and screamed.

Screaming, Luo Kai looked back at the rostrum. He first looked towards the location of Song Jiajia Station yesterday.

"Wow! He looked over! Luo Kai looked at me!"

"It's me! It's me!"

A group of girls competed excitedly.

But within a second, Luo Kai's eyes turned away. He did not take his eyes away, but continued to search on the rostrum.

Until he saw Song Jiajia, he stopped looking back and forth.

And all this was clearly seen by the group of girls. Before that they were still fighting with each other about who Luo Kai was looking at, but now they are collectively petrified.

"No ..."

Someone murmured.

"Luo Kai ... really looking at that fat man?"

"No, this is impossible!"

"What is their relationship?"

Luo Kai had no idea what painful struggles the girls in the stands were experiencing.

When he saw Song Jiajia, he also imagined that Li Qingqing was standing next to the fat man, but he was disappointed. Song Jiajia stood full of people, but there was no figure of Li Qingqing.

He sighed in his heart.

Why didn't Li Qingqing come to watch the training?

Did she care about Hu Lai at all?

The Song Jiajia probe on the rostrum looked at the other end. He saw the amazed eyes of the Naxi girls. They must have many question marks now, but Song Jiajia did not intend to explain anything.

He showed a meaningful smile to the girls, and then took out the phone in his pocket and bowed his head to play the game.