Fox in the Penalty Area

The Hulai man sat obediently at the desk, and felt that the light beside him dimmed. A hand reached out and placed a plate on the table next to him.

Hu Lai turned his head and saw his mother.

After Mama Xie Lan put down the plate, she didn't rush away, but sat down beside the bed beside the desk.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Hu Lai asked suspiciously.

In the past, when my mother came to deliver fruit or something, she just put it down and left, for fear of disturbing her study, so the mother who sat down today seemed a little abnormal.

Facing his son's suspicious eyes, Xie Lan said after some consideration: "Mom knows you like playing football, but your studies are the most important thing."

When the mother noticed that her son was dirtier than usual when he came back these two days, the sweat plowed out the dust on his face.

How could she not know what her son was doing these two days.

She knew her son was playing football secretly before, but out of pampering her son, the mother didn't say anything, and even helped her son cover it up. After all, she and her husband think differently. She thinks it is better for her son to have hobbies than to have no hobbies. As long as he does not pursue a professional career, playing football is no big deal.

But now it seems that his son seems to be getting more and more interested in football and investing more and more. She worried that if this situation continued, she would not be able to hide it from her husband, and it would also affect her son's academic performance.

"I know, Mom, I've been learning." Hu Lai didn't expect her mother to come to him to say this.

At home, "football" is a forbidden word, and he secretly hides it from his family when he plays football outside. He thinks his mother must know, but he never exposes it. I don't know why my mother suddenly did this today.

"Your father opposes you playing football. He wants you to study hard, and he has his reasons..." Xie Lan thought for a while and added, "He doesn't want you to follow his old path."

"Mom, three hundred and sixty lines, every line is the best. Besides, I don't think there is any shame in being a security guard. Don't they all rely on their own labor to support their families?" Hu Lai said with a smile.

His father worked as a security guard in a high-end residential complex.

Hearing what his son said, Xie Lan glared at him: "Don't say that in front of your father! Of course, parents want their children to be more promising than themselves, otherwise why did we send you to Dongchuan Middle School? "

As one of the best middle schools in Dongchuan City, Dongchuan Middle School is not easy to get into. You either have to pass the super high score of Dongchuan Middle School in the high school entrance examination, or spend money to find a trustee to put your child in.

Hu Lai didn't say a word, but it could be seen from the expression on his lips that he didn't take it seriously.

Xie Lan also knew what her son was thinking, she sighed softly: "Anyway, don't be too crazy."

Don't be too crazy, she didn't say, but Hu Lai knew.

Mom got up and left. Hu Lai continued to sit in front of his desk, looking at the plate that his mother brought over just now. On the plate were the apples that his mother carefully prepared for him. I picked a small piece of it, with a toothpick inserted in it, so that he can eat it directly. He doesn't need to wipe his hands or wash his hands after eating, so as not to delay his study and homework.

The apples are from Red Fuji. They are very crisp, very sweet, and have a lot of juice, but they are not easy to preserve. If they are peeled and stored in such a way, they will be exposed to air for a long time, and the surface of the pulp will oxidize and change color. They should be eaten as soon as possible.

But Hu Lai didn't eat it.

He actually likes apples quite a bit, but after hearing what his mother said, he doesn't want to eat them.

He knew that it was for his own good that his mother peeled the apples for him, and she didn't want to waste his time by preparing so well for him.

Just like when his parents borrowed money and sent him to Dongchuan Middle School at a high price.

It is also for his own good, to send him to the best middle school, to create the best learning conditions for him. Because Dongchuan Middle School's undergraduate enrollment rate is as high as 98%,

The re-capitalization rate is as high as 90%. In other words, as long as you can enter the gate of Dongchuan Middle School, you will almost certainly be able to enter the undergraduate course.

For this reason, Hu Lai's parents did not hesitate to borrow money from all over the world, and even sent him to this provincial key middle school in Dongchuan City through several layers of relationships.

Because he owed a lot of debts, his father took the initiative to apply for two more night shifts, just to earn more bonuses and overtime pay, and to repay the huge sum of 350,000 yuan he borrowed from relatives and friends as soon as possible—this is nonsense Lai's parents didn't tell him, he overheard. When he overheard, he rushed in and had a big fight with his parents.

Originally, he didn't want to go to Dongchuan Middle School. He wanted to go to the senior high school of the junior high school he attended. Although that middle school was quite average, with his academic performance, he could go directly to the high school with ease. He has been with junior high school classmates for three years, has his friends, is closer to home, and does not need his parents to go out and ask grandpa to sue grandma for borrowing money, and endure relatives' eyes.

The most important thing is that these parents turned around and said to him in a sincere tone and in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "We are not doing this for your own good!"

This made Hu Lai very wronged.

"But I didn't ask you to do this! I didn't ask you to borrow so much money for me! I don't want you to give everything to create good conditions for me! I don't want to go to some shit provincial key middle school! You made the decision for me without authorization! "

That day, when he yelled this sentence at his parents, his father slapped him hard.

After the quarrel was over, Hu Lai rushed into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. Dad yelled in the living room: "Look at him! Look at him! He still feels wronged?! There is no gratitude at all! Who are we doing this for! After more than ten years of raising him, he only raised a blind eye Wolf!"

"Okay! Stop talking! You've had too much to drink!" Mom screamed and pushed her husband into their bedroom, and then the door slammed shut, silencing all the screaming and yelling. room.

Hu Lai still clearly remembers his grievance and anger. It was obviously something imposed on him by his parents, but in the end it seemed to be his own fault...

Why?

Why?

Hu Lai has been unable to figure out this question.

But he knew that he would not mention this matter in front of his parents in the future.

So when his mother said that sentence again just now, he kept his answer in his heart.

Of course he knew that his mother was doing it for his own good, but he didn't want to be so good.

From childhood to adulthood, they forced themselves to do many things they didn't like under the banner of "it's not for your own good".

It's like playing football. He obviously likes it so much, but his father forcibly banned it on the grounds that "playing football is useless and delays study". He couldn't even watch the other friends playing football in the yard, let alone kick it. If they were found to have kicked the ball secretly, they would be scolded at least, or beaten at worst.

When they scolded me and beat me, they said it was for my own good. But why do you not allow me to do what I like for my own good?

Is this good for me?

Even if people all over the world think that parents do everything they can to create good conditions for their children, Hu Lai does not accept this point of view.

Political correctness does not mean true correctness.

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Withdrawing his gaze from the plate of peeled apples, Hu Lai stared at the textbook spread out in front of him in a daze.

Before his mother came in, he was honestly sitting at the desk, not reading a book, but browsing the system interface repeatedly in his mind.

It's not that there's anything new in the system—it's still the same as before, a virtual character of him, an official mall with only one item, and a lucky turntable with no bunny girl but a marquee.

He is just immersed in various beautiful visions of the future through the system.

In the past, there was nothing he could do. Although he liked football, he really had no talent in football, so he could only follow the path his parents had planned for him, even though he didn't know whether he would make it through—— Although Dongchuan Middle School's undergraduate pass rate is as high as 98%, what if he is unlucky enough to become the 2%?

It's different now, I have a system, why don't I go the way I like?

He really felt the effect of the [Marrow Cleansing Potion] given by the system, which shows that the system can really change his physique. Since it can change his physique, it can also change his life.

In this regard, Hu Lai firmly believes.

He just wanted to take this path, no matter how much his father objected, no matter how much he slapped himself, he would still take this path.

With this system, it must not be for the purpose of allowing him to walk the path planned for him by his parents.

My life...is about to end!

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PS, continue to use the book is not yet on the shelves, you can add the number of words at the end of the chapter, don't worry about the chance of overcharging everyone, let's chat with you about the protagonist, Hu Lai.

The original inspiration prototype of this person came from a classmate in my freshman year of high school.

We both have the same surname, his name is only one letter different from mine. She wears glasses like me, and even has a similar body shape and appearance.

He likes football and loves the military.

Boys basically love these two things, so we take him to play together when we play football.

But this football-loving classmate doesn't know how to play football, and his performance on the court is very... poor.

The off-field football knowledge is well-spoken, and you can kick football into your own goal when you play on the field.

The action is funny, he can't kick the ball with his legs rounded, and it is his standard operation to poke the ball with his toe.

If you like football, you really like it, but if you play badly, you really do badly.

At that time, everyone was still laughing at him, but in the face of other people's ridicule, he just laughed, and didn't seem to be angry if he didn't refute.

Because he played so badly, everyone gradually didn't like to take him to play football together.

Later, the second year of high school was divided into liberal arts and science classes. I stayed in the original class and became a liberal arts student, while he was sorted out.

The next goodbye was when he was about to graduate from high school when he was buying military magazines at the newsstand outside the school. I met him and chatted with him.

"Do you still like football?"

"I don't like it anymore." He smiled and shook his head, then left with the military magazine.

I forgot about this classmate after that, but when I was planning to write a new book, his image and his story resurfaced in my mind.

I have to admit that when I was young, I also laughed at this classmate. I laughed at him for playing football badly, and I also laughed at him for being stupid in the face of our criticism.

Thinking about it now, might this be another form of campus bullying?

At that time, no one cared about his thoughts when he was being ridiculed, no one cared whether he was happy or not, and no one could see his embarrassment from his silly smile.

He likes football, and he speaks clearly about the things and knowledge that happened in football, but after three years in high school, he doesn't like football anymore.

I felt sorry at the time, but now that I think about it, isn’t that normal?

Like football but can't find happiness in football, want to play football but are ridiculed and excluded by classmates, how many people can continue this love without complaint or regret, regardless of rewards?

So he doesn't like football anymore.

I never had contact with him again—that conversation became the last we spoke.

But come to think of it, as a military fan instead of a fan, he must be very happy, right? After all, our J-20 has gone to the sky, the aircraft carrier has gone to sea, the 052D has passed away since its debut, and the DF17 has become a new favorite...

And what about Chinese football?

Feeling guilty about what I did back then, I decided to use this classmate as the prototype of the protagonist and write it into the novel.

Let him love football, and when he is constantly being ridiculed and squeezed out, he can still have a cheat to help him.

It also made Hu Lai more stubborn and tough than he was back then, even if he was laughed at, he could still maintain a strong heart to deal with those malicious laughter.

I have described too many high-spirited football teenagers who are embraced by the love of the people around them. Their stories are our dream experiences, my fantasy and YY.

But in this book, I want to write about a person who has been ignored by many people. He also likes football, but he is not likable. He is the football boy who was intentionally or unintentionally hidden in my previous football stories.

In the end, there is such a Hu Lai that makes readers feel "reckless" and "owed".

As the name suggests, he is very reckless, but his kind of recklessness is just his weapon, the only weapon, to face this world that is not very friendly to him.

When he faces the world with this weapon, he has no intention of surrendering.

In the early spring of last year, I had dinner with Talking Elbow in Chengdu, talking about a story in my head, and I said to him: "I want to write a story that is against the whole world."

And Hu Lai is the one who is against the whole world.