Fox in the Penalty Area

Sun Juan recalled the scene she saw in Zhang Qinghuan's ward just now.

She could hardly believe that it was the man who smiled and thanked him yesterday. She didn't understand why there was such a big change.

He leaned on the bed, the room was dark without turning on the light or opening the curtains.

So she walked in and turned on the light for him, but heard his angry roar: "Turn off! Turn off the light!"

She was so frightened that she quickly turned off the light again.

When the darkness regained in the room, the angry voice disappeared, only a long breath.

She couldn't see Zhang Qinghuan's face clearly, she didn't know his expression, but she could feel that there was a wild beast in the room, which made her feel scared.

She even thought of Zhang Qinghuan's evil deeds that her colleagues told her.

This made her dare not take it in the ward for a second, and ran out quickly.

When she returned to the nurse's station, her heartbeat was still very fast, and she could only hide her panic and fear by sorting out the information.

At this moment, a slightly magnetic voice rang in front of her: "Excuse me, nurse, Zhang Qinghuan... which ward is in?"

Sun Juan raised her head and looked at each other unexpectedly and vigilantly, a middle-aged man with white hair on the temples but still black hair in the middle.

"Who are you?" Sun Juan asked with a frown.

Director Yang specifically explained to them that apart from the club general manager and head coach, no one is allowed to know where Zhang Qinghuan is.

"Ah, I'm his agent..." The middle-aged man smiled at the dedicated nurse, and didn't feel angry because of her direct inquiry.

"Agent? Wait..." Sun Juan picked up the phone and called Director Yang.

"Director Yang, I'm here at the nurse's station... Someone said it was Zhang Qinghuan's agent and asked me which ward he was in... OK, OK."

She hung up the phone and said to the visitor: "Wait a moment, our Director Yang will come right away, and he will take you there."

"Okay, thank you." The middle-aged man stepped aside politely and stood against the wall.

Sun Juan secretly looked at the other party: This person is Zhang Qinghuan's agent? He looks very polite and reasonable. Why don't you care about his players? Let him go to clubs and bars to play with women every day...Hey, you, the agent, do treat his players a treat!

Just when Sun Juan was thinking about it, Yang Hua walked over from his office and saw Yong Jun proactively stretched out his hand to shook him with him: "Director Zhao and Manager Dong have told me that, come with me. , I will take you to see him."

"Okay, trouble you, Doctor Yang."

"No trouble, no trouble, as long as you can help Zhang Qinghuan..."

Yang Hua said, leading the way, and Yong Jun followed.

Sun Juan leaned out from the nurse's station and saw two people walking straight towards the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.

Then at the door of the ward, what the agent said to Director Yang, he pushed in by himself.

Director Yang did not follow in, but turned and walked back when the door was closed.

Sun Juan quickly retracted her body, lowering her head and pretending to be busy.

Until she heard Director Yang's voice: "No one is allowed to approach over there."

Sun Juan nodded quickly: "Ah, good, good, Director Yang..."

Then he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Director Yang, what happened to Zhang Qinghuan...? I just went in for the ward round and he yelled at me..."

Hearing what Sun Juan said, Yang Hua who was going to leave stopped, stared at her and asked, "What did he say to you?"

"Uh, he asked me to turn off the light..."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing... Director Yang, what is going on, he thanked me with a smile yesterday..."

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." Yang Hua waved his hand, turned and walked to his office.

Sun Juan frowned, leaned out again, and cast her eyes on Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

Director Yang's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and this floor was quiet.

She heard nothing from Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

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As soon as Yong Jun walked into Zhang Qinghuan's ward, he couldn't help frowning-the room was too dark, and it made people feel uncomfortable.

The person on the bed didn't say anything about his arrival, and he didn't even move. It seemed that he didn't care who came in.

Yong Jun also didn't speak, and cast his eyes on the closed curtains.

Obviously, when he came today, Jincheng was a sunny autumn day.

So he walked to the window and yanked the curtains open.

With a crash, bright sunlight poured in from the glass windows, saving half of the room from the darkness.

"What are you doing?!" An exclamation came from the bed behind Yong Jun.

He looked back and saw a figure curled up on the bed, covering his eyes and half of his face with his hand, as if he was burned by the sting of the sun in horror.

He ignored the person on the bed, and went to the second window to do the same, and opened the curtain.

The whole room was filled with afternoon sunshine, and the slender dust was drifting slowly in the room, falling gently.

"Close! Close the curtains! I tell you to close the curtains!"

"Are you a vampire, Zhang Qinghuan?" Yong Jun hummed. "See the light to die?"

Hearing this voice, the yelling Zhang Qinghuan suddenly fell silent, he looked over through his fingers, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Yong...Yong...Uncle?"

"Yes, you still recognize me. It looks like you haven't been taken over by a vampire. You are still the Zhang Qinghuan I know."

"Uncle Yong, why are you... here?" Zhang Qinghuan didn't react yet, staring blankly at the middle-aged man he used to be very familiar with.

"Your mother asked me to come to see you. Although she wants to come, you know that she is not in good health." Yong Jun said, looking at Zhang Qinghuan in front of her.

His face has not changed much from what he had watched on TV before, and he does not have the shaggy appearance that is often seen in literary works. After all, it has only been two days, and his beard has not had time to grow too much... How many beards can a little furry boy who is under 23 years old have?

But the look in his eyes dimmed a lot. Even though the room is very bright now, there is not the slightest brilliance in those eyes. Hearing what Yong Jun said, it became even more dim.

"Where's your agent?" Yong Jun asked, looking around the ward, "What's the promise. I just lied to the little nurse at the nurse's station that I was your agent, and the little nurse believed it. Look. Looks like that Xu is not here?"

"He called me to comfort me..."

"Oh! That's great!" Yong Jun slapped his slap and exaggerated his expression: "It's great to even know that I called you to comfort you, tut! What did he say on the phone? Are you proposing your intention to terminate the contract?"

"No……"

"No estimate is not far away. He is just waiting for the club official announcement. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. Tomorrow the club will arrange a reporter to interview you. When you give your retiring speech, the club will terminate the contract with you. … By the way, all the money you have made over the years has been done by your kid, right?"

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing his embarrassment, Yong Jun suddenly thought of what the little guy named "Hu Lai" said to him in the flash star coach's office today, which happened to be told to Zhang Qinghuan intact.

So he sneered: "How about? Do you want to sign me to be your agent again? Although we don't play football anymore, how do you say that you are also a celebrity? It is easier than ordinary people to make money... I give You find a variety show to be a guest, you don’t need to sing or dance, you just need to go to the plastic surgery hospital to have a micro plastic surgery, and then just sit on the stage, be a mascot, let the judges evaluate your plastic surgery effect , And what else needs plastic surgery... Yes, it’s a plastic surgery variety show. I can also help you run it, as the spokesperson of that plastic surgery hospital, and I can get it with money. When you get older, you can get it for free Take hyaluronic acid and stay young forever... what do you think?"

"Uncle Yong, if you are here to taunt me, look at my jokes..." Zhang Qinghuan became a little impatient when he heard Yong Jun's nonsense.

"Of course I am here to taunt you! I am not only here to taunt you and watch your jokes! I am here to beat you up!" Yong Jun violently interrupted Zhang Qinghuan's words, and roared emotionally.

As soon as the voice fell, he rushed forward, rounded his arm and slapped Zhang Qinghuan severely.

"Pop!" With a crisp sound, Zhang Qinghuan's face was pulled aside.

"Drunk driving! Give the **** twice! What a great promise, kid! Why didn't you hit yourself to death!"

"Pop!" There was another crisp sound, pulling Zhang Qinghuan's face back.

These sudden slaps slapped Zhang Qinghuan, he didn't even cover his face with his hands, he looked at Yong Jun in such amazement.

Yong Jun gritted his teeth and said to him: "This is for your dad!"

Zhang Qinghuan's mouth squirmed twice, without making a sound, he buried his head deeply.

"If Lao Zhang knew that the son he had cultivated so hard, he would eventually be retired at the age of 23, he would only beat me harder! I only slap you twice, your dad can You interrupted both legs, believe it or not?"

Yong Jun was really training Zhang Qinghuan just like training his own son.

“I’ve been thinking sometimes, did Lao Zhang take good care of you? Since your elementary school, he has been with you, taking you to learn to play football, and taking you to play games, whether at home or away. I will be on the sidelines watching you...it makes you accustomed to the days with him. So once...he is gone, you don't know how to walk, right?"

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and did not answer his words.

Seeing him being so silent, Yong Jun became even more irritated, and he cursed: "You little kid!"

Then he said, "I'll come back tomorrow. You think about my suggestion and go to the plastic variety show. Don't think I'm joking with you. If you can't play a ball, do you expect your mom's salary to support you? ? You have to work hard to make money! Do those jobs that you looked down upon before!"

After speaking, he turned and opened the door and walked out.

After the door was closed, Zhang Qinghuan was the only one left in the house.

Sitting on the bed, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sunny room, there were no outsiders.

Then he turned his head slowly to the window, looking out from the window on the fifth floor, he could see a small street in the distance.

This is a very ordinary side street, because it is close to the sports college, and there are many small restaurants on the street. Looking over from his position, you can see the students of the Physical Education College entering and leaving those restaurants in twos and threes, and the streets are crowded with people, which is very lively.

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When Sun Juan saw Zhang Qinghuan's agent walked to the nurse's station, she smiled and nodded to herself, and then left straight away.

She looked in the direction of Director Yang's office, and now she was alone in the nurse's station, and everyone else went to the rounds.

So she decided to look at Zhang Qinghuan secretly. Without opening the door or disturbing him, she stood outside the door and stood on tiptoe to take a look through the glass window on the door.

She was really curious about what this agent had said to Zhang Qinghuan after he came, and whether she could make Zhang Qinghuan's mood better...

Sun Juan tiptoed to the outside of the ward, tiptoed probe, and saw the situation in the ward.

She was surprised, but also very happy that the sun was shining in the ward where the curtains were closed and the lights were not allowed to open. All the curtains were opened and the windows were bright and bright.

She found Zhang Qinghuan sitting up on the bed, and he was slightly thinner in the sunlight in the hospital gown.

He was turning his head and looking out the window.

The afternoon sun shone on his pale face, faintly shimmering.

He just sat on the bed motionlessly, turned his head and looked out the window, like a white marble sculpture, with melancholy and deep eyes.

The little nurse finally understands why he knows he is a scumbag and there are so many women who are willing to fight for themselves...

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Zhang Qinghuan remembered that when he was a child, there was such a small street near the sports school where he learned to play football. Inside it were all kinds of cheap restaurants that seemed to be of low quality.

Every time he finished training, if he performed well, his father would take him to the side street and let him choose a restaurant to treat him.

Football was his childhood hobby, yes, but when this hobby becomes several training sessions a week, basic practice day after day, becomes physical work under the scolding and supervision of the coach, it will inevitably be a little difficult. .

At that time, for him, it was the happiest thing for him to be able to have a tooth sacrifice in a small restaurant on that street.

Sometimes, in order to be able to eat a meal there, he will be very motivated in training and behave better than other children.

The coach said to his dad who came to pick him up that he was talented and his dad was very happy, but they didn’t know that he just wanted a good meal at first...

After eating, he sat on the back seat of his father's bicycle, put his little hand into the pocket of his father's coat from behind, leaned against his back, closed his eyes, and dangled home.

But then one winter night, Dad rode his bike with him and fell on the way home. His knees were scratched, and a little blood bleeds. Dad was terrified. Since then, Dad never took him to play football with a bicycle, but took him to take the bus to the subway instead.

He could no longer sit in the back seat of the bicycle and put his arms around his father's waist. Of course, he had grown a lot taller at that time, and his legs would touch the ground again in the back seat of the bicycle.

That is not the enjoyment of dangling, but the torture of tensed legs throughout.

He still remembered saying to his father that he must buy a car for his father when he makes money in the future, so that no matter it is windy or rainy, he will not have to watch his race so hard.

But his father told him to buy a house first. In order to support his playing football, he sold the house at home, and his mother was angry for a long time. So I had to buy a house first, but it was a concern for his mother.

However, housing prices in the capital have skyrocketed. Even if he becomes a professional player, it is not so easy to afford a three-bedroom house. So now my mother still rents a house in the capital...

Looking at that plain street, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly remembered many things about him and his father.

Many of them are memories that he has deliberately closed off since three years ago~www.ltnovel.com~ Now they are all pouring out, and they can't be stopped, like a rushing flood, which completely submerged him.

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PS, it’s the last day of this month. If you still have a monthly pass and haven’t voted, you might as well vote for this book.

In addition, I recommend "FatherandSon" by CatStevens. I always wanted to find a chance to insert this song into the plot seamlessly, but unfortunately, I couldn't find the right opportunity. After all, it is not like a film and television work, it can directly play BGM while showing the picture. If I start inserting lyrics directly abruptly, it will only make the reader feel that I am counting words again...

So even though I think the lyrics of this song are particularly suitable for Zhang Qinghuan's plot, they can't be used in the book, so I have to recommend it at the end of the chapter.

The chapter name of the previous chapter actually comes from this song.

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