Chapter 51 Don't Worry

Once again, Hu Lai finished his homework in the morning, and then planned to leave home to gather at school.

Xie Lan was getting used to this scene.

And she found that in order to be able to play football, her son didn't have to whip him with a whip when he was studying. In the past, wanting Hu Lai to do homework was like killing him. At home on Saturdays and Sundays, as long as she didn't supervise He, he can spend his time playing other things.

Even if he confiscated extracurricular books, mobile phones, etc., he would rather sit at the desk and stare at homework in a daze than write.

It's good now, he doesn't need to urge or supervise himself, he just obediently gets up early to do his homework.

This performance made her husband Hu Lixin rarely smile in front of his son.

Xie Lan believed his son's words a little bit. Maybe it was the dopamine secreted after some exercise that played a role?

She felt that if her son's grades improved, it would not be useless for him to go to the team's games every weekend and not be able to play.

"Come back early after watching the ball." Xie Lan said to his son before going out.

"What, I'm going to play today!" Hu Lai said proudly.

Xie Lan's eyes widened: "Is your school's team so weak? Even you can 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 forbidden to touch football since he was a child, and he didn't start playing by himself until he was in high school. How long has it been since he joined the school team before he can play games? She can guess what level her son is at, and he must not be much better.

"Mom!" Hu Lai said dissatisfied. "I got this opportunity only after conquering our strict coach in 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 her mother, so she turned around and went out. The sound of his dense footsteps sounded in the corridor, and he ran downstairs with a bang.

When Xie Lan closed the door and went to the balcony, all he could see was the back of his son stepping on the bicycle and rushing out.

Seeing his son's figure like a wild dog running wild, Xie Lan shook his head with a smile.

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"Qingqing, the food is in the pot, I'm leaving." Li Ziqiang raised his head and said loudly at the stairs.

After a while of footsteps, Li Qingqing's head appeared at the top of the stairs, and she looked at her father with her head: "Okay, Dad, go slowly."

"Yeah." 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: "That dad... for the game in the afternoon, you won't only let Hu Lai play during the last stoppage time Right? That can be regarded as having played the game..."

Li Ziqiang held the guard's hand for a moment, then turned his head and looked at his daughter helplessly: "Is your father such a stingy person! He said that he would be allowed to play in the game, so it must be impossible to just use garbage time to pass him up."

"No, no, of course my father can't be such a stingy person, I knew you wouldn't do this, hee hee!" After finishing speaking, Li Qingqing shrank back, and her voice came from her room: "Goodbye, Dad I will go cheer you up in the afternoon!"

Li Ziqiang went out angrily. Standing at the door, he took a deep breath for a minute before he gradually calmed down.

What his daughter said just now really made his heart ache. After working so hard to raise such a big daughter, he would suspect that his father was playing 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, the people in the cafeteria all turned their eyes to the figure at the door.

Holly,

If nothing else, he should have the chance to play today.

This rookie who has only received basic training with the team for a month is about to play. And you must know that half of the entire school team has not had a chance to play yet.

The emotions contained in everyone's eyes are very complicated.

After all, when he first entered the school team, he was a poor unlucky ghost in everyone's eyes. As a result, he is now playing games earlier than the other half of his teammates.

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

But if you want to bless him, I am afraid that few people can do it.

Someone was whispering: "Why is everyone so sure that he will play today?"

"Nonsense, this is the fifth round of the qualifiers. If you don't let him play at this time, do you have to wait until the semi-finals of the sixth round and the final of the seventh round?"

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." As soon as she sat down, Meng Xi lowered her voice and said to Hu Lai.

"Huh?" Hu Lai was surprised. "Am I being so obvious?"

"Have you ever thought about the possibility that the coach promised you to play the game, but he didn't say how long he would let you play. You don't have to worry about him replacing you in the last minute of the game, and then you even If you miss the ball, it's game over."

Hu Lai looked at Meng Xi and frowned: "Isn't it?"

"I think the level of our coach targeting you is really good." Meng Xi glanced at Li Ziqiang.

Mao Xiao waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I don't think the coach is that kind of person. Although he is very strict, he is not despicable... Otherwise, he should say that you let water in that special training, because you faced Hu Lay's shot, no reaction at all."

He said the last sentence to Meng Xi.

Meng Xi quickly retorted: "Are you kidding me! I think it's hard to react. If you try to keep the ball, maybe your eyes can't keep up with the ball!"

"I'm not a goalkeeper, what am I guarding?" Mao Xiao shook his head.

"Let me tell you, Mao Xiao. Hu Lai's shot, few people can save it. The angle and strength are perfect, tsk tsk..."

"What you said, I thought Hu Lai was a professional player." Mao Xiao knew that his friend was exaggerating, so he laughed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xi nodded seriously: "You are right, Mao Xiao, it was a professional shot. That's why the coach pinched his nose and recognized it. But I always feel that the coach will not let it go so easily. Hu Lai, if you really want Hu Lai to play at the last minute, you can't fault it, after all, you only said to let him play at the beginning, but didn't say how many minutes he was allowed to play."

Mao Xiao still shook his head, not believing that their coach would do such a thing: "I'm going to say something bad, if the coach really did this, then few 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 to let you play, but he didn't say how many games to let you play. And if we win this round If you do, then it will be the semi-finals and finals of the qualifiers. Hu Lai, I am not targeting you, but I think the coach will definitely not consider letting you play again." Meng Xi said.

Mao Xiao didn't refute his friend this time, because he also felt that what Meng Xi said made sense.

In fact, Hu Lai didn't even deserve this one and only chance to play. This is what he won by risking his head on the ground.

They were all quite shocking at the time, but thinking about it now, what's the use of winning a chance to play?

Go up and feel the atmosphere of the game?

and then?

Then there is no more.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that reality is very hopeless, as if Hu Lai's beautiful barb before has lost its meaning.

Mao Xiao complained a little bit about his friend: "I found out how can you pour cold water on you?"

Meng Xi spread his hands: "I'm afraid that the more Hu Lai hopes, the more disappointed he will be."

Then the two looked at Hu Lai together.

Facing their gazes, Hu Lai said nonchalantly, "Hope is better than no hope."

In fact, he also thought about this question. Could this be his first and last time representing the school team in the freshman year?

But he soon realized that the question meant nothing to him.

Because he had nothing, not even a chance.

Worrying about whether he will have a chance to compete in the future is like worrying about whether the nutritional balance of a person who is about to starve can only eat instant noodles.