Fox in the Penalty Area

"Do you know Hu Lai?"

When General Manager Zhang asked this sentence, Sun He subconsciously thought that Mr. Zhang was looking for him to inquire about the crime.

But he quickly reacted, how could Mr. Zhang, who has a lot of knowledge, know of an unknown boy in the youth team?

Maybe this is just a simple inquiry...

Sun He decided to take a gamble.

So he nodded quickly: "I know, Mr. Zhang."

"Oh, how is his performance in the youth team?"

Sun He showed an embarrassed expression: "Well, Mr. Zhang... not long after I took over the youth academy, he was sure to leave the team, so I didn't pay much attention to him, and he even played in the youth team at the time. Not on..."

From a certain angle, every sentence Sun He said is the truth, not a lie. If Mr. Zhang really came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, he who is ignorant is innocent.

He just cleverly hides some actual situations that are not conducive to him.

This selective truth is unsatisfactory when used to fool leaders.

And if Mr. Zhang really didn't know Hu Lai's situation, then he would be puzzled by what he said.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiang was surprised: "Leaving the team? If I remember correctly, you came to the club at the end of March, right?"

Sun He nodded repeatedly, and then explained to Mr. Zhang: "Yes, I just took over the youth training, and before I had time to understand everything, he was determined to leave the team in the summer. The contract and the flashing star have been signed."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"It's Zhao Kangming. Mr. Zhang, you know, Hu Lai was brought by Zhang Kangming from a middle school team. After he left the club, he also took Hu Lai to Shining Star..."

"As a result, this young man who was easily let go, now has scored 11 goals in less than half a season in the Chinese League?" Zhang Qiang stared at Sun He.

Although Sun He argued that not long after he came here, Hu Lai followed Zhao Kangming away, but he knew very well that some truths were unreasonable to the leaders.

If you insist on defending yourself, you may leave a bad impression in the mind of the leader.

Sun Hyuk, who is best at holding thighs in his coaching career, certainly knows what the most correct approach is at this time.

So he took the initiative to admit his mistake: "It was my fault, Mr. Zhang. When I first took over the team, I didn't know enough about my players. Otherwise, the youth team must focus on training him..."

Zhang Qiang waved his hand: "Forget it, everyone is gone..."

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When Sun He finally came out of the general manager's office, he let out a sigh.

Finally escaped.

When Mr. Zhang suddenly mentioned Hu Lai's name, his heart was hanging in his throat.

Because of the game last night, General Manager Zhang noticed Hu Lai.

This is not good news for Sun He.

He can only hope that Hu Lai's performance this season is an accident, a meteor. After this season is over, there will be no more waves. This will not continue to attract Zhang's attention.

The more Sun He thinks about it, the more it feels like this.

Why did Hu Lai, a forward who knows nothing but running and shooting, performed so well in his debut season? Isn't it because the opponents are not familiar with him enough and don't know him, so he takes advantage?

You will wait until next season to watch again. If this kid can still perform as he does today, I'll run naked on the street!

It's normal for Sun He to think so. After all, the so-called "rookie wall" is not just a basketball term. Many football players performed well in the first season, but suddenly withered in the second season. It is not uncommon for them to do so.

The reason is that his outstanding performance in the first season attracted the attention of opponents. After being thoroughly studied, he made targeted defenses. It is of course difficult to have such a performance.

Not to mention that Hu Lai's characteristics are very single, and it is easier to be studied thoroughly.

For Sun He, as long as Hu Lai does not perform well next season, he disappears in the crowd and becomes an ordinary mediocre player, and his crisis is over.

Anyway, just don't let Mr. Zhang think of this person again.

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Yong Jun saw Zhang Qinghuan, who had already carried his bag and changed his shoes, stood at the door, put his eyes to the cat's eye, looked outside, put his hand on the doorknob, but did not open the door.

He asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qinghuan turned around and put his finger to his mouth, and made a "hush" gesture to his agent.

When Yong Jun saw this, although he was still very confused, he didn't say anything.

Then he heard the sound of opening and closing the door outside, and at the same time he saw Zhang Qinghuan open the door abruptly, and then stepped out: "Ah, what a coincidence!"

Yong Jun rolled his eyes behind him-dare to love this kid is creating a chance encounter...

Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei outside the door saw that the opposite door was suddenly opened, and then a Zhang Qinghuan came out, they were all stunned.

"What's the situation?!" Hu Lai shouted.

"Aha!" Zhang Qinghuan opened his hands and said excitedly, "I have done what I said and moved to your neighbor to be your neighbor! Are you surprised?"

Hu Lai is like seeing a ghost: "Isn't it? This can be rented for you... Did you use some shameless means to drive away the opposite tenant? I'll tell you, now we will eliminate the evil ..."

Zhang Qinghuan smiled and shook his head: "No, no, absolutely no! This is really a coincidence. I asked Uncle Yong to help me find the house closest to you, but I just found your next door!"

He turned sideways and pointed to the Yong Jun inside the house.

Yong Jun, who was still wearing an apron, raised his hand and said hello to Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei: "Good morning, boys."

Zhang Qinghuan was very happy: "In the future, we will go training together and go home together. To celebrate my move, come to my house for dinner tonight! I tell you that Uncle Yong's craftsmanship is good!"

Yong Jun also issued an invitation inside: "I'm going to buy good food in the afternoon, what do you want to eat?"

Wang Guangwei waved his hand politely: "Anything is fine, Uncle Yong..."

Hu Lai asked, "Can I really eat anything I want?"

Before Yong Jun could speak, Zhang Qinghuan replied for him: "Of course. Uncle Yong is a senior cook!"

Wang Guangwei was surprised: "Uncle Yong, aren't you a professional broker?"

"I opened a restaurant for ten years before becoming an agent. Qinghuan and my family met in my restaurant from the beginning." Yong Jun wiped his hands with an apron, walked out of it, and stood. At the door, smiling and watching the two young men explained.

After speaking, he looked at Hu Lai: "Order, Xiao Hu."

He also sincerely wanted to invite Hu Lai to dinner as a thank you to him for helping Zhang Qinghuan's prodigal son turn back.

Hu Lai did not order the food immediately, but seemed to be lost in thought, perhaps thinking about what to eat.

After groaning for about two seconds, Hu Lai took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Yong, I would like to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, Braised duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausages, assorted Supan, smoked chicken white belly, steamed eight-treasure pig, rice-stuffed duck, canned pheasant, canned quail, braised mixed..."

Wang Guangwei was stunned for a few seconds. When he reacted, Hu Lai had already reported more than 20 dishes. He quickly reached out to cover Hu Lai's mouth: "You said cross talk!"

And Yong Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Okay, I know, I watched to do it, you can eat it!"

Hu Lai was not reconciled: "Uncle Yong, I still have a hundred dishes here..."

"Boom!"

Yong Jun closed the door and went back to the house.

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Three people walked out of the community and came to the platform of the No. 12 bus station.

Although Zhang Qinghuan has already done some disguise, there will always be women passing by to look at him.

Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei, who were standing next to him, were a little embarrassed, especially Hu Lai-what's the matter? We are not men? What do you mean by just staring at Zhang Qinghuan? Is this a scumbag, do you know? Scumbag! Scumbag! Do you see it?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he took out his phone to open Taobao, searched for an item on it, and then handed it to Zhang Qinghuan: "You see you moving, I didn't prepare any gifts, or else I will give you a few of these T-shirts? "

Zhang Qinghuan glanced at the screen of the phone, and a black T-shirt was printed with two huge calligraphy fonts on the front of the letter: "Slag Man".

Wang Guangwei also saw it, and his expression changed--Hu Lai, you are just picking someone's wounds and saying...

But Zhang Qinghuan laughed: "Hu Lai, let me tell you that it is also a trouble for women to have a good relationship..."

"It is forbidden to pretend to be forced here." Hu Lai retracted his phone, crossing his hands and making a "no" gesture.

Zhang Qinghuan smiled and didn't explain much. He believed that Hu Lai would understand this truth sooner or later.

Hu Lai looked at the electronic display on the platform. The next bus No. 12 is still three minutes away from the station.

He thought of a very terrible thing-as he and Wang Guangwei became famous, the originally empty Twelve Route bus had a lot of passengers, and most of them came to catch them to take a group photo. Signature required.

This is nothing. After the first few days of freshness passed, everyone's enthusiasm quickly dropped. Although there were still more people than before, they were much better.

And now Zhang Qinghuan wants to take the bus with them... Then the bus shouldn't be overcrowded?

Maybe they can't even get on the bus...

So he suddenly turned his head and said to Wang Guangwei: "Pharaoh, after this season is over, you should quickly learn a driver's license!"

"Why me?" Wang Guangwei asked back, "Don't you also have a driver's license?"

"I'm going back to Dongchuan during the holiday. Do I study in Jincheng or Dongchuan? How can I learn well in Dongchuan? It’s more convenient for you Jincheng people to study in Jincheng? Jincheng found a driving school and took the exam, how good is it?"

Wang Guangwei wanted to refute Hu Lai very much, but he found that what Hu Lai said was reasonable and well-founded. This reason made him unable to fault.

Hu Lai persuaded Wang Guangwei and turned to Zhang Qinghuan: "When Pharaoh learns his driver's license, you can buy another car, so that the three of us can go to train in the car in the future..."

Zhang Qinghuan was puzzled: "Why did I buy the car?"

"Because if you don't have to move over and follow us for training, Lao Wang and I can continue to take the bus to and from get off work. Where do I need to buy a car?" Hu Lai said confidently. "You don't believe me tomorrow, see if the three of us on the 12th bus can get in!"

When Hu Lai said this, Zhang Qinghuan also noticed that a little far away, someone was already taking pictures of them with a mobile phone...

Obviously, Hu Lai's worry is not unreasonable.

Wang Guangwei also frowned, realizing the urgency of getting a driver's license.

"I knew I wouldn't sell Ferrari..." Zhang Qinghuan murmured.

"If you don't sell it, you can't sit down with the three of us, right?" Hu Lai pouted and shrugged. He thought of Han Xiangfei and their obsession with this car, and couldn't help but vomit: "This thing is small in space and has a low chassis. It will slow down. The belts are all cautious, no matter how fast, the maximum speed limit on the expressway can only run 120. I don’t know why Brother Han likes it so much..."

Zhang Qinghuan laughed when he heard Hu Lai’s childish complaints: “It’s normal. For most professional players, this is a symbol and a symbol of success. Many of them have been learning to play football since they were four or five. , Left home when he was about ten years old, and went to a completely unfamiliar place alone to receive rigorous training, facing the cruel elimination mechanism-the coach would tell them that only two of the 22 children will be able to excel in the future... …People like Han Xiangfei will think, I have paid so much and finally succeeded, why can’t I enjoy the life of driving a Ferrari? Driving supercars, buying luxury goods, including picking up girls, is actually to make up for what I have suffered. bitter……"

Speaking of this, Zhang Qinghuan paused for a while, and then whispered: "Actually I am too. My dad forced me to practice football when I was young. If I didn't practice, he would play me. Later I became a little sensible and knew that playing football would become my career. I took the initiative to take a lot of seriousness, but also gave up a lot of things. Training is really boring and boring, and you have to be careful about injuries. If you are not careful, you get a serious injury, and all your efforts in the previous ten years may be wasted. Under great pressure, once you succeed, of course you will have to live a life of fine clothes and food..."

Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei are both student players. Wang Guangwei also received professional football training when he was a child, but he was still a student more often. His life was normal, and he was sent to intensive training from the bottom. Professional players in their parents' hometown are still different. The latter must face the cruel competitive sports alone when he needs the company of his parents most, and may have some defects in his personality.

Wang Guangwei also feels a lot: "When I was in school, I always thought that I would become a professional player in the future. I dreamed that I could enter the professional football world. I felt that it was a success. Then I really came in and found out that I was in fact with my own. Imagine that there is still a big gap. Day after day training, the impact of injuries, and the intrigue of negotiating contracts with the club... Of course, our club is not bad, at least it does not owe salaries, and some clubs... Tsk. "

Hu Lai saw that both of them were suddenly depressed, and he snorted: "Only those who come in are qualified to complain. Anyway, you can use your talents, hobbies and skills as your career, it is no longer knowing how much. People are happy. What kind of industry do those things you talk about?"

He looked at Zhang Qinghuan.

"Stressed? Didn’t we have a lot of pressure when we were students? We studied hard for more than ten years, don’t we all count on the college entrance examination for a few days? Which industry can easily succeed now? Anyway, it is hard for me to qualify. Come in, then I won't just come in, I will succeed no matter how much I pay!"

After he finished speaking, Wang Guangwei and Zhang Qinghuan both looked at him for a few seconds. Wang Guangwei laughed and said to Zhang Qinghuan next to him: "Look, this is how Hu Lai is..."

"What's wrong with me?" Hu Lai frowned and asked, always feeling that Wang Guangwei had nothing to say.

"A pure teenager~www.ltnovel.com~ Wang Guangwei smiled.

When Zhang Qinghuan heard him say this, she nodded and agreed: "It's a little childish."

"That means I'm second in middle school." Hu Lai pouted.

"No." Zhang Qinghuan shook his head, "I envy you, I really envy you. You have to keep it, Hu Lai. Always be a teenager and always young."

Hu Lai shivered and touched the goose bumps on his arm: "Damn, it's disgusting. You're the second one!"

Zhang Qinghuan laughed loudly. In his laughter, the No. 12 bus slowly drove into the station and stopped by the platform. Then the door opened, and the driver's head greeted Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei who were just outside the door: "Good morning, Hu Lai, Wang Guangwei, uh..."

He looked at Zhang Qinghuan who was standing next to them, a little hesitant, and didn't recognize him for a while.

Zhang Qinghuan smiled brightly and said to him: "Hello, Master, I'm Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei's teammates. My name is Zhang Qinghuan."