Fox in the Penalty Area

Hu Lixin finished his breakfast, put the bowl on the table, got up and walked to the door: "I'm going to work."

"Okay, go slowly. Be careful on the road." His wife Xie Lan poked her head out of the kitchen to say goodbye to her husband.

Hu Lai was burying his head in his porridge, when he suddenly felt eyes staring at him, so he raised his head, and sure enough, he saw his father standing at the door looking at him.

"Uh, goodbye, Dad..." Hu Lai said quickly.

"Study seriously, don't mess around." Hu Lixin said with a straight face.

"Don't worry, Dad. I promise to finish all my homework in the morning!" Hu Lai said with a smile on his face.

Hu Lixin didn't speak any more, but nodded, and then left the house. It takes half an hour to go to work in the community by electric bike.

If there is no accident, he will work there until 6:30 in the evening, and have dinner there before returning by bike.

Hu Lai calculated in his mind that the kick-off time of the game was 3:00 p.m., and the 80-minute game time plus the 15-minute intermission and stoppage time might take about 100 minutes.

It should be around 4:45 after the game, and he would have enough time to rush home from school at that time.

So there is no need to worry about being discovered by his father that he joined the school team and participated in the competition.

The only one who can't hide it is his mother.

But Hu Lai didn't want to hide it from his mother.

Based on what he knew about his mother, there was a high chance that his mother would agree to him going to school to participate in the competition. Of course, the premise is that his own performance is better.

So what he said to his father just now is not considered nonsense. He really intends to study hard in the morning and finish all the homework that should be done.

In this way, the rest of the time is arranged by myself, and my mother will not have any opinions on what I want to play.

It's just that he is going to participate in a football game now, and in normal times, he might just go out to play.

So after eating, Hu Lai helped her mother clean up the dining table, and then said to her mother: "Mom, that, I won't be at home for lunch..."

Mom stared: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I join the football team? There's a game in the afternoon, and I'm going...don't worry mom, I promise to do all the homework I need to do in the morning!" Hu Lai explained repeatedly when she saw that her mother had a tendency to go berserk. I didn't dare to stop at all, for fear of giving my mother a chance to interrupt. "Guaranteed to complete with quality and quantity! In this way, I can arrange my time freely in the afternoon, and I will go to school to participate in the competition. I will definitely come back before dinner. Don't worry, Mom. Is playing football better than going out to the Internet cafe to play games? It is also exercise anyway What about the body!"

The mother did want to intervene several times, but every time she opened her mouth, she found that there was no chance to intervene, so she could only let Hu Lai finish the sentence in one breath. Then she stared at her son and asked, "What does this have to do with you not having lunch at home?"

"Our coach asked the team to go to the school cafeteria and eat together." Hu Lai did not lie.

Considering that there will be a game in the afternoon, in order to better understand the situation of the team and prevent the players from overeating, which will cause a bad stomach and affect the state of the game, Li Ziqiang asked that the meal before the game must be concentrated.

Even players who are not playing have to come together, everything is to build team cohesion.

Xie Lan looked at his son, shook his head and sighed: "If you study football so seriously..."

Hu Lai quickly defended: "I study very seriously! The reason for my bad grades is that my brain is not good enough!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't let you go!" Xie Lan raised his hand.

Hu Lai quickly ran into his bedroom: "I'm going to do my homework! Thank you mom! Mom is the best!"

Looking at his son's back, Xie Lan slowly lowered his raised hand, and then smiled helplessly.

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Li Qingqing was wearing pajamas with messy hair. When she came down the stairs, she saw her father sitting in the living room, eating breakfast while reading his tactical notebook.

"Are you up?" Li Ziqiang said without raising his head when he heard the movement.

"Hmm..." Li Qingqing replied in a daze.

"Wash first, the buns are in the pot."

"Oh……"

Li Qingqing turned to the bathroom, combed her hair with a comb in front of the mirror, then stretched her hands behind her head to gather her hair, and then unwound the rubber band wrapped around her wrist to tie her hair tightly.

Then she shook her head, and the ponytail flicked back and forth without loosening.

Only then did she smile at herself in the mirror with satisfaction.

After washing up, Li Qingqing returned to the living room and found that her father was still reading the tactical notes with a half-bitten bun in his hand.

"Dad." she called out.

"Ok?"

"Oil. Steamed bun oil..."

Only then did Li Ziqiang react, and found that the steamed bun oil in his hand was dripping down his wrist.

"Oh..." Li Ziqiang hurriedly put down his notebook and went to tidy it up.

"Is No. 50 High School very strong?" Li Qingqing straddled the chair in front of the dining table with long legs, and asked strangely.

"It's not strong, but we must pay attention to the first game. And our preparation time is too short." Li Ziqiang wiped off the oil on his hands with a napkin.

"Didn't it mean that Dongchuan Middle School is actually quite strong, in the entire Anton Province, it is second only to Jiaxiang?"

"That's what I said, but this school, which is second only to Jiaxiang, has also failed to reach the semi-finals of the Anton Cup twice in the past five years." Li Ziqiang explained.

Li Qingqing glanced at Dad's tactical notes.

In the 443 formation, Luo Kai was not placed in the center position of the striker, but played as a left winger.

In the past two weeks, Li Qingqing has been going to see the school team training every time, and Li Qingqing is no stranger to this arrangement of her father.

Although the center is not Luo Kai, the nominal center is not a scoring point, but only helps Luo Kai attract the opponent's defensive force and suppress the opponent's defense.

In addition, because Luo Kai himself is relatively comprehensive, he is good at both left and right feet, can score goals, and can also send passes for teammates, so it is also convenient for him to play the position of winger to display his comprehensive abilities.

When he needs to score, he can go straight into the opponent's penalty area and act as a scorer for attacking the city. And when there are too many people in the penalty area, he can also pull to the wing, or go to the midfield, to connect the offense and send a wonderful pass for his teammates.

If he feels that the team's offense is too left-leaning, he can also switch positions with the right winger and go to the right. The location is quite flexible.

Having such a player with outstanding ability and all-round ability makes the team's tactics more flexible. This is the player that any coach dreams of...

Li Qingqing lamented Luo Kai's strength in her heart.

But that's all, she didn't have any special thoughts about Luo Kai, she was just a classmate.

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As expected, Hu Lai fulfilled his promise and finished all the homework that should be done in the morning.

Then he bid farewell to his mother, rushed downstairs, rode his broken bicycle, and rode to the school clangingly.

Seeing the happy back of his son riding on the bike on the balcony, Xie Lan thought of his timid look in front of her husband.

Why is she willing to help her son hide it from her husband? Maybe it's because she doesn't want to see that timid son all the time?

She hopes that her son is full of vigor and vitality, so if liking football can bring him such a change, then she likes it.

She knew why her husband didn't want the children to play football, but what's wrong with just doing it as a hobby at school?

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"I'm going to school. The food is in the pot. Just heat it up while you're eating." Li Ziqiang stood at the door and said to the upstairs.

The daughter's head was exposed from the top of the stairs: "Okay. I will go to school to watch the game in the afternoon, Dad, come on!"

She held out her fist and waved it.

Looking at his well-behaved daughter, Li Ziqiang felt a little apologetic in his heart.

Originally, my daughter did well in the previous football school, and has become the main core of the women's football team in the same age group.

If it is not for her own reasons, she can continue to study in that football school and finally embark on the road of professional football.

But now, she can only follow her as a transfer student in such an ordinary middle school. And the school doesn't have a girls' soccer team yet...

Since his wife passed away, he and his daughter were left to depend on each other for life. He had sworn a long time ago that he would make his daughter happy.

The main reason is that I have just arrived here, and there are too many things to do. After the team's work is on the right track, I will find a team for my daughter so that she can continue to train and maintain her state while she is in school.

Thinking of this, Li Ziqiang showed a gentle smile to his daughter, then waved: "I'm leaving."

"Well, goodbye, Dad."

Li Qingqing stood on the stairs with her hands behind her back, kept smiling, and watched her father go out.

Dad was always so gentle when facing her.

Just when she was thinking this way, the scene she saw on the training ground that day appeared before her eyes again.

Her gentle father was leaning over and roaring at Hu Lai, barking his teeth and waving his claws, as if he wanted to swallow Hu Lai alive.

Even though Li Qingqing had seen his father's strict demands on those players during training, he still felt that his father was always more vicious when facing Hu Lai.

She knew that her father's strict demands on Hu Lai were for the good of Hu Lai, but it would be great if her father could be a little gentler when treating Hu Lai...

Thinking of this, the smile on Li Qingqing's face dissipated, and she pouted while staring at the closed door.