Chapter 7 Why Do You Like It?

Dongchuan Middle School has a very beautiful stadium. Wouldn’t it be a waste if only one class was allowed to take physical education in such a beautiful stadium?

Therefore, most of the physical education classes in Dongchuan Middle School are taught by two classes together, and there are even times when three classes are taught together.

This can make full and effective use of the venue with such good hardware conditions.

This afternoon's physical education class is held at the same time as the first and second classes of senior high school and the third class of senior high school.

So the boys in the two classes had already made an appointment to play a football game in physical education class, which was also a warm-up for the upcoming school team recruitment.

Li Qingqing was standing in the stands. Below her were the boys from class three. They gathered together and seemed to be discussing how to line up.

In fact, even if Luo Kai didn't invite her, she would still come to watch the match.

She also wants to see how the school's football level is and how her father's team will be coached.

Then she saw the thin figure among the boys.

Holly.

She had heard the name several times in the morning.

It can be said that he is a "celebrity" in this class, but it doesn't seem to have a good reputation. When everyone mentioned his name, it was more of a joke and disdain.

As it is now.

"Hu Lai, you better not come..."

"Yeah, we're playing games, what are you doing here?"

Hu Lai wanted to squeeze in, but was blocked by other boys from the crowd.

"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 don't they want to take him to play together?" Li Qingqing in the stands couldn't help talking to himself.

"Because Hu Lai is a bad football player."

A voice suddenly sounded beside her, startling Li Qingqing. She turned her head and found that there was a big fat man beside her at some point.

Seeing Li Qingqing's puzzled eyes, Song Jiajia had a flattering smile on his face: "My name is Song Jiajia."

"Hello." Li Qingqing nodded with a smile, then quickly changed the subject back, "Is he bad at football?"

"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 he was far from being quite bad.

Seeing that Li Qingqing didn't seem to believe it, Song Jiajia cheered up: "You don't believe me? Let me tell you, Hu Lai is the kind of person who plays a striker and acts as an undercover guard, and a guard who acts as an undercover striker!"

"Is it exaggerated?"

"No exaggeration, no exaggeration." Song Jiajia waved her hand, as if fanning herself. "Our class played against Class 3 for the first time. He played as a striker. He stepped on a football and fell on the ball for the first time! He blocked Luo Kai's two shots. There was also an empty goal that was close at hand - the opponent's goalkeeper The attack went off, and the ball landed in front of Hu Lai, guess how he handled it?"

Li Qingqing tried to guess: "Did he fly?"

Song Jiajia had a proud expression of "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 hard, The football bounced and hit him directly in the face! Hahaha!"

The fat man laughed until his whole body was shaking.

Li Qingqing thought about such a scene, and thought it was a bit...funny.

But she didn't laugh, but instead asked Song Jiajia: "Aren't you at the same table as Hu Lai?"

The subtext is that your relationship with Hu Lai seems to be pretty good, why are you so happy when you talk about Hu Lai's embarrassing things? So what's the difference between you and those who mock Holly?

Facing Li Qingqing's question,

Song Jiajia curled her lips: "I don't like Hu Lai playing football."

"why?"

"What's so good about playing football? If you play like him, you can only be treated as a laughing stock."

"Is he not allowed to like football, so he plays football?"

"You play football because you like football?" Song Jiajia suddenly laughed. "As a result, I was ridiculed, treated as a joke, and looked down upon by others... I like football and this is the result? Then 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 is not a masochist..."

Li Qingqing opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't speak, because she felt that what Hu Lai's deskmate said seemed to make sense, and she couldn't refute it.

Think about it carefully, why does she like football?

In the beginning, it was because of her father that she was introduced to football. Then there was the feeling of chasing a chubby football when she was young - her father said that she liked to chase after the football when she was a child and could not walk. to football.

Later, when she became sensible, her football talent was discovered. She liked to dribble and score goals on the court, enjoyed the applause and cheers everyone gave her, and liked to see her father's gratifying eyes...

Has football ever made her feel sad and hurt?

Of course there is, but in general, there are more positive feedbacks and more moments that make her happy, so she likes football.

So what if you like football, but never have fun in football?

Is this love still necessary to persist?

It's like you like someone, but no matter how much enthusiasm and sincerity you give, this person just doesn't respond to you, doesn't give you a good face, and doesn't cherish your enthusiasm and sincerity... Then how long can this kind of love last?

Seeing that Li Qingqing was silent, Song Jiajia said: "So why should I support that kid to play football? It's better to let him die earlier."

Li Qingqing didn't answer any more, but turned his attention to the court.

On the court, Hu Lai finally failed to enter the match lineup with the third class. The football-loving teenagers from the two classes had already opened up on the field, but he walked to the sidelines. Instead of standing with other spectators, he stood alone in one place, facing the field.

Seeing this, Song Jiajia yelled 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 so much fun! My brother will take you flying!"

Hu Lai still ignored him.

Song Jiajia stopped shouting, and cursed in a low voice: "I'm sick in my head, how can football be as fun as eating chicken?"

He sat down next to Li Qingqing, took out two latest smartphones from his school uniform, put one aside, held the other in his hand, and started playing with his head down.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

"Damn! What are you playing?!"

On the field below, a football match related to the honor of the two classes was going on, and the students were all cheering for their own 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 the second class winning.

Luo Kai not only completed a hat-trick in this game, but also staged a big four. He was the biggest contributor to the victory of the second class.

Every time he scored a goal, he would run to the bottom of the rostrum to celebrate the goal, and cast his eyes on the beautiful figure in the stands. Seeing her smile, he felt happier than scoring a goal.

As for that beautiful figure, she was absent-minded most of the time, casting her eyes on the lonely figure on the sidelines many times during the game.

He watched very intently from the sidelines alone, even though the game had nothing to do with him.

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When Hu Lai arrived at his secret base on a bicycle, he was relieved to see that there was no water in the open space in the middle.

When he went to school in the morning, he came here specially to confirm the situation of the venue.

As a result, he saw some large and small puddles, so he tried his best to sweep away the accumulated water with the old broom that someone threw here, and hoped that the sunshine of this day would evaporate all the water.

For this, he paid the price of being three minutes late.

Seeing the situation of the field now, Hu Lai felt that even if he was fined to run three laps, it was worth it.

The stagnant water is gone, you can play football.

He threw his bike aside and headed for the grass where he hid the football yesterday.

But when he pushed through the grass, he didn't see the football - it was empty, there was nothing there!

Just like the top on the table kept spinning and couldn't stop, Hu Lai's back suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat...

Just then, a girl's voice sounded behind him: "Are you looking for it?"

Hu Lai stood up and turned around, and saw at the entrance of the secret base, a girl in the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School, stepping on his football, looking at him.

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