Fox in the Penalty Area

When Hu Lai returned home exhausted, he saw his mother standing at the door with an angry face.

"You still know to come back?" Mom put her hands on her hips, full of aura.

Hu Lai shrank his neck and didn't say anything. He just walked along the wall and planned to go back to his room to put his schoolbag.

But he was grabbed by his arm by his mother: "You said that it's okay to play football for a while while your dad is on the night shift. Why is he addicted to playing now? What time is it? My dishes are all hot." Twice!"

"Mom... I joined the school's football team. I rushed home as soon as the school team training was over..." Facing his mother, Hu Lai did not lie, because he knew that his mother did not object to him playing football of.

Even so, Mom gasped when she heard her son say, "You're on the school soccer team?!"

Holly nodded.

"You don't know that your dad doesn't like you playing football?"

"Anyway, he doesn't know...as long as mom, don't tell him..." Hu Lai had a smile on his face.

"What am I going to tell him?"

"Mom loves me again!" Hu Lai hugged her mother.

"Get off!" The mother pushed her son away, but in the end she didn't say anything harsh to sue her husband, but stared at her son and sighed, "What are you doing...you just take care of yourself!" Can't you study?"

Hu Lai put down her schoolbag and said to her mother: "I have studied hard, Mom. I saw a scientific theory that proper exercise can help develop the brain, and exercise will make people secrete dopamine, which can keep the brain excited and improve the health of the brain. Learning efficiency. So every time after playing football, I feel that I have endless energy, and I want to focus on books..."

"If you have the ability, you can repeat this nonsense in front of your father. Wash your hands and eat!" The mother obviously didn't want to hear her son's nonsense.

"Hey, okay!" Hu Lai picked up his schoolbag obediently, ran back to his room to put the schoolbag, and then rushed to the toilet to wash his hands.

When passing by the dining table, he still did not forget to flatter his mother with exaggerated movements—taking a deep breath toward the table—and exaggerated tone: “Mmm——! It smells so good!! My mother cooks all The best food in the world!"

"You brat, you know how to be glib!" The mother raised her hand, but finally laughed helplessly.

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Li Qingqing was holding the rice bowl, but she didn't dig the rice into her mouth, but looked at her father who was eating well opposite her.

The expression on her face changed for a while, and she finally made up her mind, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said to her father, "Dad, do you have any opinion on that Hu Lai?"

Li Ziqiang raised his head and looked at his daughter in surprise: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"The ball you gave him was obviously very hard. You made him lose face in front of so many people."

"I was there to tell him what kind of pass he might receive in the game. The game is not a training. It always makes you ready to receive a slow and light pass from a teammate..."

"Dad, are you passing the ball in a professional game?" Li Qingqing pouted. "Do you think the middle school game can have that kind of passing?"

"Why not?" Li Ziqiang put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and explained to his daughter. "Don't set in advance what will happen and what won't. Since it's training, you have to take all the situations into account."

"Is that so?" Li Qingqing stared at her father and asked.

"Of course it is. He is a striker, right? Judging by his talent, the first thing he has to do well is to stop the ball. After all, in the penalty area, the space is small, and the ball given to him by his teammates will not As comfortable as he is in other positions, because the opponent's defense will be tighter in this position ... you understand that?"

Li Qingqing nodded,

She admitted that her father was right.

Hu Lai's talent allows him to become an excellent shooter and point-grabbing striker. But that also means that he needs to rely on the passing of his teammates. If he can't even stop the ball well, he really can't kick it out.

"That pass seems to you to be a bit too hard. Indeed, I was very hard. But how do you know that no one will pass the ball too hard in a hurry? Do you want to let your teammates give him every time?" Is the pass just right and the angle right?"

Faced with his father's rhetorical question, Li Qingqing was completely speechless.

"So I didn't deliberately make things difficult for him, nor did I want to embarrass him-I didn't call those people around the sidelines." Li Ziqiang spread his hands and looked very patient with his daughter. The devil coach in front of him is completely different.

Li Qingqing didn't speak, she frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about what her father said.

She had to admit that what her father said made sense, but why did she always feel something was wrong?

Seeing that his daughter was still frowning, Li Ziqiang picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and asked casually: "By the way, I found that you seem to care about this Hu Lai..."

Li Qingqing was a little surprised: "Ah? Is there?"

"Yeah, before you specifically asked me what I thought of Hu Lai's performance in the test match?"

"Ah, yes, yes..." Li Qingqing panicked, she argued. "Because he is my classmate, I don't know many people in this team..."

"Luo Kai is also your classmate, right?" Li Ziqiang looked at his daughter calmly. "Why don't you care so much?"

"Him?" Li Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "I don't need to care about him, right? That's what you like, Dad."

"How do you talk... eat!" Li Ziqiang waved his chopsticks.

"Okay, let's eat!" Li Qingqing picked up the bowl and chopsticks obediently. While burying her head in eating, she quietly stuck out her tongue and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Ziqiang, on the other hand, looked at his daughter who thought she had escaped a catastrophe and lowered her head to concentrate on eating, her eyes were a little dazed.

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As Hu Lai said, after playing football, he wanted to focus on the books, but instead of studying on the books, he rested on the books.

Now he is lazily lying on the book, closing his eyes and experiencing a very mysterious feeling.

This is really a very mysterious feeling - he can feel that the training in the school team this afternoon has improved his basic skills. He knew that no one would believe what he said, but he really felt his progress.

It is completely unreasonable, and there is no way to use data to quantify the progress.

It's really just his personal feelings.

Real existence.

He guessed that this should be the effect of the [Smart Potion] he took before.

Counting it, what he attended on the school team today was the first formal professional football training class in his life. Although Li Qingqing also taught him before, it was more of a practice of sharpening his guns before entering the team and training his coordination.

It seems that the effect of the potion is very good and powerful. It is only my first class, and there have been such obvious changes. If I continue to practice like this, won't my progress be great?

Thinking of this, Hu Lai didn't hate that ferocious head coach so much anymore, and he fully understood and supported the training content he arranged for himself.

That's right, I just don't have good basic skills, so come and practice me hard, I will never refuse!

COME ON, BABY!

YEAH!

Thirty days from now, when I'm still on this team, I'll surprise all of you, huh!

Alas, if only [Wisdom Potion] could be effective permanently...

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PS, I saw some people protesting my description of snail noodles in Chapter 30.

I have to say, this is my personal experience.

Recently, I am very obsessed with snail noodles. Not only did I order a lot of takeaway snail noodles, but I also cooked snail noodles at home, but my wife drove me to the balcony to make noodles alone...

Once when I went out to get takeaway snail noodles, I smelled a bad smell around me. I still complained in my heart that the property management did not fulfill its responsibility. Some people shit on the lawn without cleaning it up. It wasn't until I went home and finished eating the snail noodles that I realized that the smell of feces was my own takeaway snail noodles...

The first time I ate snail noodles at home, I thought it tasted good, not as smelly as I imagined. As a result, as soon as the son came home and sat at the door to change shoes, he suddenly yelled: "Mom! Why does the house smell like shit?!"

My son doesn't know what snail powder is, he only knows that there is a smell like feces in the house.

I think the snail powder is really smelly, but it tastes better to me, and the smell is not so obvious. But for some people this is not the case and it is really the stink that turns their stomach.

Just like that canned herring, which was a smelly food at the Internet celebrity level. Later, I got a can and opened it on the rooftop with my relatives. It just doesn't smell good.

But there are many people who are really smoked by canned herring, and the notoriety of canned herring is not exaggerated by everyone.

I just objectively described the characteristics of snail powder, and made a meme with this characteristic.

Of course, if there are readers in Guangxi who are dissatisfied with this and think that I have insulted the local cuisine of their hometown, I can apologize to you. I don’t mean to insult snail noodles. In fact, I like snail noodles very much. And I plan to go to Guangxi to eat the most authentic snail noodles in the future...

But I will not change even a word of the plot in my book, because if the plot is changed, it will be untenable, unreasonable, and meaningless.

Some people say that you can change something, change a plot to show Hu Lai's cunning... But who made me especially like to eat snail noodles during this time, and when I was thinking about stalks, I just thought of snail noodles?

I have no malice towards snail noodles, and I even have a good impression of them. Really, I love snail noodles to death!