Fox in the Penalty Area

Sun Juan stood in the crowd, wearing the No. 10 Chinese team jersey, and holding a light sign with "Qing Huan" in her hand.

She was exactly the same as those around her, she seemed to be a fan of Zhang Qinghuan... No, it didn't look like she was.

There are a lot of people here, and basically all of them are women. While waiting for the person they were waiting for, everyone swiped their phones with their heads down, or chatted with their companions.

Sun Juan didn't chat with anyone because she came alone.

For today's matter, she also specially transferred Xio at the same time.

She looked up and looked around.

Except for their area, everywhere they looked were fans in red.

Most of them are women like Sun Juan, and a small part are men.

Those male fans should all come to greet Hu Lai...

Sun Juan thought so in her heart.

She is not a fan of Hu Lai, but she has a good impression of Hu Lai.

Because she read some gossip on the Internet, it is said that the reason why her favorite Zhang Qinghuan was able to turn his prodigal son back is that Hu Lai is very responsible, and can even be said to be a key person-without Hu Lai, Zhang Qinghuan might not be today.

When Sun Juan first saw this statement, she was still surprised and somewhat disbelieving.

After all, in her eyes, although Hu Lai is very good on the court and can always score goals, he seems like a child who has not grown up off the court. This can be seen from other gossip and anecdotes about Hu Lai, and there are endless jokes about Hu Lai.

Hu Lai's own official Weibo account was initially operated in a serious manner, no different from other celebrity accounts.

Now the style has changed drastically, I don't know if I gave up on myself and resigned to my fate. But because of this, many fans think that Hu Lai's account should be managed by himself, rather than handed over to a public relations company...

Hu Lai, who has no typical personality like this, is not like the kind of "life mentor" who can solve difficulties for others. How could he change a "prodigal son" who was abandoned by countless people before?

But later, as there were more and more discussions about this matter on the Internet, some of them came from internal news of the team, such as "Hu Lai will not abandon or give up", and "Hu Lai offered a plan to die and then survive"... Talk about it with a nose and an eye.

Coupled with the good relationship between Zhang Qinghuan and Hu Lai, it is basically confirmed that Hu Lai is indeed the key person to help Zhang Qinghuan "turn the prodigal son back".

Since Hu Lai really helped Zhang Qinghuan get on the right path, then Sun Juan loves the house and Wu, so naturally she finds Hu Lai pleasing to the eye no matter how she looks at it.

It is a happy thing for Qing Huan to meet Hu Lai!

Just when Sun Juan was thinking wildly, there was a commotion and screams from the fans in front.

Sun Juan quickly pulled herself together and raised the light board in her hand.

She knew that Zhang Qinghuan was coming out!

It didn't make it to the front, but it didn't matter. Sun Juan didn't come here to let Zhang Qinghuan see herself - there were so many people present, how could she just be seen by Zhang Qinghuan?

She came only to welcome Zhang Qinghuan.

Just like many sisters around me.

It's just a simple expression of love for Zhang Qinghuan, without expecting anything in return.

She is already very satisfied to be in this moment and here.

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"So it's not as nonsense as it sounds?"

Dominic Lasky had already got his checked luggage, but he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he waited for Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan beside him. At the same time, he confirmed the rumors to Zhang Qinghuan with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head firmly: "It's not like what Hu said at all."

Even though he could see the obvious disappointment on Laski's face, he decided to steel himself and tell the truth.

Being touted by others will certainly satisfy the vanity of the moment. But Zhang Qinghuan knew that it was all fake, it was a fantasy, a castle in the air, and it couldn't stand scrutiny.

It doesn't matter if Hu Lai brags about himself,

But if you brag like that... there is a problem.

Besides, he is a football player, he hopes that he is admired by other players because of his football skills, not by these non-existent girl-picking skills...

"...In short, you have to believe that the nonsense words are all made up by him and exaggerated. He is just talking nonsense just to make you happy!" Zhang Qinghuan finally explained again.

Hu Lai rolled his eyes beside him: "What are you talking about, Brother Huan? What am I talking nonsense about? Did I just make up 'Chasing Qing Huan under the Beauty Lamp'?"

Zhang Qinghuan glared at him: "Who said that I change women every day?"

"That's fine, next time I'll change it to Brother Huan and change to a woman every week..."

"Why do you want to have a next time?!"

Before Hu Lai could speak again, the three of them had already pushed the luggage cart to the exit.

At this time, they had already heard the noise coming from outside.

When they turned out from behind the wall, the noise that had previously been like a gurgling stream suddenly turned into a roaring waterfall falling from a height of a hundred feet!

"Qing-Huan-!!!!"

All kinds of screams, cheers, and roars were mixed together.

The flash blazed, and the sound of the shutter resounded throughout.

In front of them are densely packed female fans, screaming and waving their arms, holding LED lights, posters, jerseys...

If it weren't for the strong security force at the scene, no one would doubt that they would have rushed directly to Zhang Qinghuan.

Lasky stood there blankly, as if his three views had been greatly impacted, and his heart was greatly shocked. He heard that Chinese people have always been very modest, but he never felt that way about Hu Lai, so he thought it was a rumor that Chinese people are not humble.

But now seeing the scene in front of him, he realized that BroHuan's denial just now was all out of modesty, because the legends that Hu Lai told were all... true!

Zhang Qinghuan, who was caught off guard, also stood there, forgetting to respond to the shouts of enthusiastic fans.

Only Hu Lai laughed so hard behind the two of them that he couldn't straighten up.

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"This afternoon, international players Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan have arrived in Jincheng and joined the national team here... Although they have gone through a long flight, the spirit of the two international players is still very good. They met with reporters at the airport and came to greet them. Their fans are waving and smiling..."

From the on-site pictures in the news, it can be seen that there are many people inside and outside the terminal of Dongsheng International Airport in Jincheng.

In addition to the reporter, there are also many fans.

And most of these fans are women.

The camera was shot from behind the encircling circle of fans. Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan smiled and waved to these enthusiastic fans. It's just that if you look closely, you will find that the smiles of the two people are a little strange...

"Look, Yu, look!" Jorge Dillon pointed to the TV screen and said to the interpreter Yu Jintao next to him, "Such a spectacular scene is just to welcome two international players, not the entire Chinese team. This shows how much attention is paid to everything about the Chinese team in this country. The pressure on us is not light!"

Yu Jintao said: "It's actually okay, Jorge. The Football Association has clearly told us that it will not make any demands on the results of this China Cup. That is to say, even if we are last, you will not receive any criticism. "

"No, Yu. It's not the pressure of this China Cup, but the pressure of the past four years." Dillon shook his head. "I haven't had such a deep feeling before. It's not that I haven't been the head coach of the national team...but the pressure faced by the head coach of the Chinese team is definitely better than that of any team I have coached before. Because your country There are 1.5 billion people. Even if these people are not all fans, they will definitely pay attention to the matches of the Chinese team as the representative of the country. From now until the end of the World Cup, in the next few years, we will under tremendous pressure.”

Yu Jintao thought that Dillon felt too much pressure to do well, and wanted to comfort him a few more words.

Unexpectedly, the old man laughed himself: "I think that being able to bring happiness and hope to 1.5 billion people... It is really meaningful to regard this as my last job in my career! After all, what is better than What could be more remarkable than making 1.5 billion people happy?"

Yu Jintao didn't expect Dillon to be so enlightened that he didn't need a political commissar...

"The greater the pressure, the greater the sense of accomplishment. When I go back to Europe and go to the old guys to brag, no one can brag about me! After all, the team I coach has 1.5 billion people. Support! Ha!"

Yu Jintao didn't know how to evaluate this old urchin, so he could only laugh along.

Dillon suddenly became serious again after laughing: "It is also because we shoulder the expectations of 1.5 billion people, so starting today, we must show our true skills and transform this team. The task is arduous, Yu."

Yu Jintao shrugged and spread his hands: "It's your task that is difficult, Jorge, I'm just a translator, a mouthpiece."

"Translation is also very important, you are the bridge between me and the team!" Dillon pointed to himself.

"Jorge, have you forgotten? In the team, I am not the only one who can be an interpreter." Yu Jintao laughed.

Dillon froze for a moment, then realized that his interpreter was right.

Because there are many players in Europe in this Chinese team, in fact, many people will not have too many language problems, and the communication will be much smoother.

Besides, there is Hu Lai who is proficient in various languages ​​in the team, and the burden of translation for Yu Jintao seems to be really not that heavy...

"Damn..." Dillon grumbled. "I knew I should have asked the Football Association to cut your salary in half!"

But he laughed himself after complaining: "I am really looking forward to coaching those lovely boys!"

He rubbed his hands together, looking impatient.