Fox in the Penalty Area

Zhang Qinghuan had a lot of dreams, and for a while he felt himself falling in the dark, the floating feeling of weightlessness made him very comfortable, and even had an idea because of it:

Fall, fall.

After glowing and heating, being burned to the ground, just being blown into the air by the wind is a good destination.

But then he withdrew from this falling dark environment and returned to his childhood. He sat on the back seat of his father's 28 bicycle, shrunk his thin body behind him, and the cold wind and rain in front of him were completely blocked by his father's large body. He stuck to his father's back, and he could still feel the The warmth radiating from Gu's body, and hearing his father's panting voice: "Is it cold, Huanhuan? We're almost home, we're almost home..."

Just when he felt at ease, he suddenly returned to that day. After the game, he received a call from his agent Uncle Yong. On the phone, Uncle Yong told him hoarsely that his father passed away due to a sudden illness on the way from the capital to watch his game. .

He still remembers his reaction at the time, he had just completed a hat-trick of assists in the game, was voted man of the match, received the call with a smug smile on his face, his head was still a little bit unturned, and he was laughing I asked Uncle Yong if he was joking with himself...

Of course he later found out that it wasn't a joke.

He dreamed again that he was getting himself drunk in a bar, and let the woman beside him who knew his identity press her hot body tightly against her.

Dreamed that he was sweating profusely on a woman and was out of breath.

I also dreamed that he was sweating profusely and panting on the football field.

I dreamed that my father was very dissatisfied and yelled at him: "What did you kick just now? Why didn't you shoot the ball in? Are you afraid of him? If you are afraid of him, you will be finished! Zhang Qinghuan!"

I also dreamed that my father touched his little head and smiled happily: "You played well today, Dad will take you to eat dumplings!"

He also dreamed that after he was notified of being selected for the national team for the first time, he called his father excitedly, but his father apologized to him on the phone: "Son, do you hate your father? Dad has been driving you to practice... ..."

"Dad, what are you talking about? Why should I hate you?"

"Because Dad entrusted you with a dream that he couldn't realize, even at the expense of changing your life... I read on the Internet that you should not ask your children to do things that parents can't do, let alone put yourself impose their own lives on their children... I think they have a point..."

"Dad, which WeChat group did you read Chicken Soup?"

"Not chicken soup.

I really think so... Your father doesn't have any football talent, but he just dreams of our Chinese team participating in the World Cup... So I thought why not train his son to become a national footballer? Let the son realize his father's dream, isn't it over? Now that you have finally become a player of the national team, Dad is happy but also a little worried. You know how much pressure it is to play for the national team. You can place the expectations of 1.4 billion people on you..."

"Dad, are you beating around the bush because you are afraid that I will be selected for the national team? Don't worry. Dad, I will help you realize your dream! Isn't it the World Cup? Let's go together!"

"Haha, with your words, I'm relieved! By the way, I'm going to the national team to help you get your father's autograph, and I'll give it away..."

"Dad, your son's signature can also be given away!"

"Your kid's signature will wait until you actually take Qin Lin's class!"

...

"... In other words, your left foot... basically lost the function of kicking the ball..."

"Football is very honest. How much you usually pay, how much you gain in the game. If you don't pay usually, you keep overdrawing, and you have to pay it back in the end! Three years, how many three years can you have in your career? You desperately overdrawn for three years, and the price is your entire future career! Do you still want to play football? You have no football to play Zhang Qinghuan!!"

...

Later, Zhang Qinghuan finally jumped out of various dreams, but he was once again in the darkness without light or sound, and kept falling down.

He knew he was dreaming, and now he wished so much that it was all just a nightmare.

After waking up, he was lying on the bed in the bedroom at home, his mother had gone to work, and his father was busy making breakfast for himself in the kitchen. Then Uncle Yong called himself and said that he was negotiating a new contract with the club. This time, he must have a big contract so that their family can afford a house within the Fourth Ring Road.

The morning sun shone in the small bedroom, and when he hung up Uncle Yong's phone and heard his father calling him to get up outside, he felt extremely at ease.

No AVM, no three-year indulgence, no early retirement.

He can also run with the ball on the court, break through, and turn opponents around.

If time could turn the clock back……

If it was all a nightmare...

If it's all just a prank...

if……

Suddenly, Zhang Qinghuan felt his feet touch something, and then the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable—the endless falling was finally... over.

He opened his eyes, the morning sun came in from the two windows, and the curtains were gently blown by the cool breeze.

He is still lying in the VIP ward of the Affiliated Hospital of Jincheng Sports College.

This is not a nightmare.

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In Yang Hua's office, team coach Zhao Kangming, club general manager Dong Wen, chief physician Yang Hua, and Yong Jun were all looking at another person in the room.

Zhao Kangming was saying to him: "Reporter Chen, when you talk about retirement with him later, turn the topic to reflection. Let's hear how Zhang Qinghuan thinks about those ridiculous things in the past."

Chen Jianyu said: "Understood. If he reflects on what he did in the past and feels unbearable to look back on, it means that he can still be saved. If he has an attitude of not caring about breaking the jar, it means that he is completely finished."

Both Zhao Kangming and Dong Wen nodded, while Yong Jun remained silent.

"Then shall we go?" Yang Hua stood up and asked.

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Sun Juan was on duty in the nurse station, and saw several people coming out of Director Yang's office, passing by her, and walking straight to the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.

The sound of their footsteps resounded densely in the corridor. Somehow, it reminded Sun Juan of those Japanese workplace dramas she had watched.

All in suits and leather shoes, with serious expressions, as if they were going to judge someone.

She was really curious about what they would say to Zhang Qinghuan, but she couldn't follow along, not even eavesdropping.

She was just an intern nurse. If she was caught, what would it be if she was kicked out before her intern period expired? How embarrassing would it be?

So she could only try her best to suppress her inner curiosity, and planned to wait for them to leave before going to look around secretly, just like yesterday afternoon.

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Sitting on the bed, Zhang Qinghuan looked at the five people standing in front of him.

The general manager of the club, the head coach of the team, the chief physician, the team reporter, and Uncle Yong.

This battle...

He remembered what Uncle Yong said to him yesterday.

This should be the time for the club to come and let me announce my retirement, right?

What should come is still here.

"Zhang Qinghuan, since you were injured, the fans and the media are very concerned about your injury, so we invited reporter Chen to do a simple interview for you, which can be regarded as responding to the current rumors and reassuring those who care about you. " said Dong Wen, general manager of the club.

Chen Jianyu nodded to Zhang Qinghuan with a smile: "Don't be nervous, this interview is published in written form, there is no video. I can ask casually, you just need to express your true inner thoughts."

Yong Jun has been watching from the side, and he found that Zhang Qinghuan just nodded to express that he would cooperate, and did not suddenly become emotional to protest or refuse to cooperate...

It seems to be resigned?

He sighed slightly in his heart.

"Then let's start..." Chen Jianyu sat on Zhang Qinghuan's bedside chair, crossed his legs, put the open notebook on his lap, supported the notebook with one hand, and held a pen in the other. "This injury led to retirement, did you think about this outcome before?"

He cut straight to the point, went straight to the point, did not go around in circles with Zhang Qinghuan at all, and used even somewhat aggressive questions to directly attack Zhang Qinghuan's heart, so that he could not think and pretend under this aggressive offensive, and showed his true inner thoughts to the greatest extent.

As an experienced reporter, he certainly knows what to do to complete the tasks assigned to him by the club.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Qinghuan didn't fall into his rhythm.

"Who said I'm going to retire?" He asked suddenly.

Not only was Chen Jianyu stunned for a moment, and the pen in his hand stopped in place, but the other people present also looked at Zhang Qinghuan with surprised eyes.

In this kind of astonishment, Zhang Qinghuan turned his back on the guest, and stared at Yang Hua: "Doctor Yang, did you say before that you didn't mean that I must not play football, but that if I did, I would take huge risks?"

"Uh, yes..."

"That is to say, I can still play football now, but the probability of injury is higher than others?" He asked again.

Yang Hua reacted, and he quickly explained: "It's not average height, it's a very high one, that is to say...you may play a game without confronting your opponent, if you take the ball and change direction, it may lead to The old injury relapses, and then it will be really hard to save..."

"Then let's wait until it recurs again." Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand.

"Ah?" Yang Hua was stunned.

Zhang Qinghuan sat up from the bed, straightened his waist, looked at everyone present, including Uncle Yong, and said, "I don't plan to retire here, I still want to play football. I don't want to just admit defeat because I haven't played yet." It's over, unless I hear the final whistle. If I do relapse, it's my fate, I admit it. But as long as that moment doesn't come, I will keep playing."

Hearing what he said, everyone in the room looked at each other in blank dismay, especially Chen Jianyu. He never expected that Zhang Qinghuan would actually take the lead in his interview, and turned against the guest!

He turned his head and glanced at the few people standing next to him in a daze—comrades, this is different from the agreed upon script!

Yong Jun stared blankly at Zhang Qinghuan, he didn't expect that after only one night, the Zhang Qinghuan he saw again would be different from yesterday.

On the contrary, Zhao Kangming laughed: "Isn't this good? Originally, we just wanted to know the answer. But now the answer is given by him, which saves us deliberating from his answer."

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward, walked up to Zhang Qinghuan, looked at him who was a little confused because of what he said, and asked, "Stop talking pretty words, to be honest, the way you treated football before, I think you should stop kicking as soon as possible, torture yourself and everyone else. If you get injured again, you will probably be accompanied by a wheelchair for the rest of your life. And if you retire in time now, you can walk out of the ward by yourself anyway, and you won’t It will affect your normal life in the future. You should seriously think about it and retire, huh?"

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Qinghuan looked up at his head coach, the coach who had great expectations for him and named him on loan from Tenglong.

He still remembers that when he first joined Flash Star, the kind coach put his arms around his shoulders, squeezed it hard, and said to himself: "As long as you play hard, Qinghuan. I promise to bring you back to the top!"

At that time he was full of confidence in himself.

As a result, now he keeps persuading himself to retire and stop struggling.

He really broke the heart of the famously tolerant and kind coach.

But even if the head coach is completely disappointed in himself, Zhang Qinghuan still doesn't intend to give up.

Because at this time, the whole world has already given up on him, but if he really gives up too, then it's really over...

Only he can never give up on himself.

So he shook his head and said firmly: "Director Zhao, I know that I make you very sad, and I also know that you definitely don't believe what I'm saying now... I can't prove every word I said to you. But I I won't retire unless my body really doesn't allow me to play anymore."

Zhao Kangming looked at him and shook his head slowly: "Why bother? When you were in good health, you didn't work hard and didn't cherish opportunities. Now you are useless, lying on a hospital bed, unable to walk, but you have to persevere and not give up. ...Why bother? Are you really willing to sit in a wheelchair?"

Zhang Qinghuan raised his head to meet the gaze of the head coach, nodded and said, "Yes, unless I am in a wheelchair."

"Why?" Zhang Kangming asked blankly.

"I still haven't fulfilled my promise to... others. I don't want to disappoint him, thinking that I'm a person who doesn't mean anything. So, Director Zhao, unless I sit in a wheelchair as you said, I won't Will retire now. I am afraid that when I meet him, I will feel ashamed for not doing my best to fulfill my promise to him."

When Zhang Qinghuan and Zhao Kangming were one-on-one, Yong Jun stood aside the whole time without speaking, his eyes were always on Zhang Qinghuan's face.

When Zhao Kangming was about to say something again, he stood up and said, "Okay, Director Zhao, it's done, haven't you got the answer you want?"

Zhang Qinghuan turned to look at his Uncle Yong strangely, puzzled by what he said.

Zhao Kangming, who was still serious at first, also laughed when he heard the words: "I think I got it."

Zhang Qinghuan turned to look at him again, with a confused look on his face.

"Zhang Qinghuan, let me ask you one last time, are you sure you won't retire or give up, and you still want to return to the football field?"

Zhang Qinghuan nodded: "Yes!"

"Play a few games as before, and then start to relapse and go to nightclubs to drink and have fun?"

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head: "No!"

Zhao Kangming nodded: "You're right, I really won't believe even a single word you said now. I only look at your performance, Zhang Qinghuan. It's less than two months before the end of the season. Good injury, I’m afraid it’s only a month. The club will examine your performance in training and games during this month, and then decide whether to buy you out. It doesn’t matter if you say nice things now, anyway, if your performance doesn’t work Satisfy us, then you can go back to where you came from, and what happens to you afterwards has nothing to do with us."

When he said these words, Dong Wen, as the representative of the club, nodded behind him. Every time Zhao Kangming said a word, he nodded once, expressing to Zhang Qinghuan that this was exactly what the club meant.

Zhang Qinghuan said: "This is what it should be, and I really don't have the qualifications to ask you to believe my words..."

"Very good." Zhao Kangming nodded, then turned to Yang Hua and said, "Doctor Yang, please..."

Yang Hua protested, "What am I again?"

"No way, Doctor Yang, you are an authority in this area, we said I'm afraid this kid won't believe it..." Zhao Kangming pointed at Zhang Qinghuan.

Zhang Qinghuan, who was pointed at, looked at Yang Hua again with confused eyes.

It's getting harder to understand what they are talking about.

It is obviously Chinese, and he understands the meaning of every word, but why can't he understand the combination?

Yang Hua let out a long sigh: "Count the ball..."

He looked at Zhang Qinghuan: "Here, Zhang Qinghuan, before I explain the situation to you, I hope you can remain calm and patient, and at the same time, don't forget what you said just now..."

The expression on Zhang Qinghuan's face became serious: "Does it mean that I don't even have the qualification to return to the court?"

Yang Hua shook his head: "No..."

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"Juan'er, Juan'er!"

Sun Juan was called out several times by the head nurse before she came back to her senses: "Ah? The head nurse..."

"You can't do this, Juan'er. If you are so muddled, if Director Yang sees you, you will be scolded!" The somewhat chubby head nurse taught with her hands on her hips.

Sun Juan lowered her head: "I'm sorry, head nurse, I didn't mean to..."

"Are you worried?" the head nurse asked.

"Well, I see Director Yang took several people to Zhang Qinghuan's ward and didn't come out for a long time..."

"You were really taken away by that Zhang Qinghuan!" The head nurse sighed, "They didn't come out if they went in. What does that have to do with you?"

"No, I'm just curious, curious about what they said in it, I can feel that Zhang Qinghuan's mood has changed a lot in the past two days, it's that kind of abnormal change..."

"Zhang Qinghuan has nothing to do with you!" the head nurse said seriously. "He stayed in our hospital for a few days, and when he recovers from his injuries, what should he do? He is a star, drives a sports car, and lives in a mansion. Who are you? Do you think you took care of him when he was in the hospital? Can you get to know him? Watch less idol dramas, and your mind will be full of messy things all day long..."

"Oh..." Sun Juan lowered her head aggrievedly. She didn't think about what would happen to Zhang Qinghuan, but she was really curious to know what happened to him, and she guessed from the identity of the people who came to visit Zhang Qinghuan these days , I always feel that Zhang Qinghuan may not be a simple injury, otherwise the club's top executives have nothing to do all day long? always running this way...

But she didn't tell the head nurse about her guess, for fear that the other party would say that she watched too many idol dramas.

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Zhang Qinghuan stared at everyone in the room dumbfounded, and he had maintained this expression for almost a minute.

Everyone in the watching room felt a little creepy.

Especially Zhao Kangming, because Zhang Qinghuan was watching him most of the time.

He felt that he should really bring this kid, Hu Lai, because that would allow Hu Lai to attract firepower...

Yong Jun was also a little worried when he saw Zhang Qinghuan's reaction after knowing the truth.

After all, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, it is a lie to tell you the ups and downs. In fact, you are fine at all, and you can go back to the court alive and well after ten days and a half months of rest... It would be uncomfortable for anyone else, so in my heart What will happen, who knows?

What if it explodes?

What if you find out it was a scam and regret it?

What if the excuse is deceived by others and you give up on yourself?

In fact, this is the most critical time.

After all, the "voices" that Zhang Qinghuan confides are all based on the fact that he knows that his career cannot continue in all likelihood.

But what if you knew you couldn't die?

Will he still recognize what he said?

So Yong Jun asked aloud, "Qing Huan, are you okay?"

Then he saw Zhang Qinghuan's mouth twitch suddenly and smiled.

Then he grinned and laughed.

And he laughed louder and louder, laughing like no one else, until the end of the laugh he leaned back on the bed, shaking all over.

Seeing him like this, everyone who was already in shock became even more panicked. They looked at each other, a little bit at a loss.

In the end, it was Yong Jun who stepped forward and wanted to hold Zhang Qinghuan down, but before his hand touched him, he stopped laughing madly, but still had a fierce smile on his face, shaking his head and said: "Uncle Yong, Do you know? I don’t know how many times I have thought about it in the past two days, I hope this is a nightmare... But every time I open my eyes, I find myself still lying in this ward... So I was so sad at that time Disappointed, how happy I am now..."

Having said that, he looked at Zhao Kangming again: "Director Zhao, I won't say too much. Just watch my performance when the time comes."

Hearing what he said, Zhao Kangming was relieved in his heart.

Everyone else also breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces softened significantly.

It is true that no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, but looking at it now, Zhang Qinghuan did not become angry because he found out that he had been cheated, and thus broke the pot...

That's a good thing.

At least up to now, Hu Lai's plan should be considered a success.

Thinking of Hu Lai, Zhao Kangming was really moved.

Sure enough, this kid can always surprise people...

"Speaking of which, when you return to the team, there is actually one person you should thank the most." Zhao Kangming said with a smile.

"Who?" Zhang Qinghuan was very surprised. What does it have to do with the teammates in the team? None of them like themselves very much...

"Hu Lai." Zhao Kangming simply told Zhang Qinghuan what happened. "...To be honest, I really wanted to give up on you, but Hu Lai convinced me. He told me that since our team is a whole, we should not give up on anyone, so after he heard that you were injured, he I came up with such a way to make you wake up..."

When Zhang Qinghuan heard this name, he was not surprised, and even had a feeling of "it really is him".

Because just before he was injured, he had repeatedly blocked himself at the training base for this reason.

It's just that at the time he thought that Hu Lai's head was flooded and he was just playing with himself.

Now that I think about it, I actually misunderstood him.

Zhang Qinghuan suppressed her smile and fell into deep thought.

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