football career from scratch

"Damn it, Ning Shui Siyuan lost again, I really don't live up to it."

"You bastard, you played well yesterday. If the rookie brought in by Guangzhou Yuanda in the second half hadn't shown his strength, Ning Shui Siyuan would have won."

"That's why I said they didn't live up to their expectations. It only took 10 minutes, and I didn't say that I could hold back. The 2 yuan I pressed was in vain. Damn, this month's pocket money is gone."

Bu Qingyun was lying on the table to sleep, two boys behind him were whispering, the teacher on the podium had an astonishing self-cultivation, and was still reciting in rhythm: "Gently, I'm leaving, just as I came gently..."

Jian Zhao, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't listen anymore. She looked back coldly, and the two whispering boys immediately shut their mouths—as one of the few students in the class who studied hard and didn't skip class, Jian Zhao was soon appointed as the class monitor by the head teacher, and Jian Zhao, who is vigorous and pungent, did a good job in this position, although she would not force those students to attend every class, nor would she go above and beyond to let people like Bu Qingyun This kind of student who fell asleep in class woke up, but she would still warn him if someone made small talk.

Seeing that the two boys didn't continue chatting, she glanced at Bu Qingyun who was sleeping soundly, and then turned her head.

After the get out of class bell rang, the students ran out of the classroom one after another as if being amnesty. While packing up the textbooks, Jian Zhao turned to Luo Xiaofan beside him and said, "I don't think Bu Qingyun is someone who can play football."

Luo Xiaoshan is a round-faced, delicate and lovely girl. Hearing what Jian Zhao said, she immediately opened her eyes wide and said in a low voice, "Really, when I was playing in Ningshui Park yesterday, I watched When he played football with a group of people in the society, he even collected money from others after the game!"

"You skipped class yesterday to go to Ningshui Park? With Zhao Yang?" Jian Zhao asked quietly.

Luo Xiaofan's face immediately turned red.

Seeing Luo Xiaoshan's coy look, Jian Zhao didn't ask further, but after packing up his books, he turned to look at Bu Qingyun who was still sleeping, and shook his head: "I still don't believe that he relied on kicking Balls make money."

"Sister Jian Zhao, I'm just talking, and I don't have to believe you." Luo Xiaofan followed Jian Zhao out of the classroom.

Bu Qingyun, who was lying on the table, finally raised his head, stretched himself, and walked out of the classroom.

He's going back to cooking and getting ready for the afternoon game.

Like Bu Qingyun, the life of Fu's father and daughter is also very regular.

Now Fu Le has started to go to junior high school, school is over at [-]:[-] every day, and Fu Yushan leaves the unit at [-]:[-], then picks up Fu Le, and returns home at exactly [-]:[-] .

What greeted them was freshly prepared meals.

Originally, Fu Yushan came back from work an hour early every day to cook, but after Bu Qingyun found out about this, he took the initiative to take on the job of cooking. He was earlier than junior high school, and his cooking skills were really good, even better than Fu Yushan, a housewife, so after being a little embarrassed at the beginning, Fu Yushan accepted Bu Qingyun's kindness.

After all, every day when I get off work an hour early every day and come back to cook, it is inevitable that there will be gossip in the unit.

"Thank you, brother Qingyun."

Fu Le smiled sweetly at Bu Qingyun, and then ran to wash his hands. Fu Le, who was a little wary at first, has now accepted that Bu Qingyun is in this small home. After all, although Bu Qingyun looks lazy, he is kind. His appearance is also pleasing to the eye, so naturally Fu Le will not always treat him with a picky attitude.

Fu Yushan greeted Bu Qingyun, and then turned on the TV. Watching sports news at noon every day is also one of his hobbies, although he has basically watched the game the night before.

Bu Qingyun didn't raise his head to watch TV, but buried his head in eating by himself. Fu Yushan was also used to this, but even if he didn't raise his head, the sound would keep coming into Bu Qingyun's ears.

"In yesterday afternoon's No.16 match of the Chinese Super League, Guangdong Yuanda Club encountered tenacious resistance from Ningshui Siyuan Club. This point will be very important for Siyuan's relegation, but it will have a huge impact on Yuanda's championship. Under such circumstances, the rookie striker Luo Hao who played in the second half received a pass from his teammate in the penalty area and shook his head. Grabbed three points for Evergrande!"

"After losing this game, Siyuan has completely entered the relegation zone. This new Chinese Super League team may, like most new teams, stay in the top league for a year, and then return to the next level... "

Although Fu Yushan had already watched the match on TV yesterday afternoon, he was still moaning at this moment.

"We lost again. It seems that there is still a certain gap between us and those Chinese Super League teams." Fu Yushan said while picking up the bowl.

Fu Le swallowed the fish he was chewing, raised his head and said, "Did you lose again yesterday? I thought you won when I heard you applaud in the study."

"It was possible to win. We were leading 10-[-] in the first seven and [-] minutes... Who knew that a rookie brought in by Guangdong Yuanda in the second half passed and shot, and we still lost... That rookie is really good, What is it called? Luo..."

Fu Yushan was still thinking about that person's name, Bu Qingyun muffled: "Luo Hao."

"Yes, Luo Hao, that's the name." Fu Yushan nodded, and then asked strangely, "How do you know?"

"It was said on TV just now." Bu Qingyun lowered his head again and began to eat.

Fu Yushan suddenly realized, and didn't say anything more.

On TV, Luo Hao, the young man Bu Qingyun saw at the entrance of the Royal Nightclub in the early morning, was quickly grabbing the first spot in the penalty area, and then pushed the ball into the gate of Ningshui Siyuan.

"He actually came out too... Is the plan of the base going to be accelerated?" Bu Qingyun thought silently in his heart.

After the meal, Fu Yushan insisted on cleaning up the dishes by himself. He thought that he could not give in to Qingyun to cook for nothing, and Bu Qingyun did not insist on this. In his life, he seldom forced others.

Lying on the bed and resting for a while, Bu Qingyun found that he couldn't calm down. When he was about to start a quiet life and stay away from those people and things in the past, he found that the news of these people and things would continue to spread. into my ears.

"It's such a nasty feeling."

Bu Qingyun put his hands behind his head and sighed.

Now that Luo Hao has appeared in front of the public, other people... will gradually appear.

Originally, I should be a part of it, but now...

Bu Qingyun shook his head, then turned over from the bed.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Seeing Bu Qingyun leave, Fu Le raised his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Dad, what do you think brother Qingyun does every afternoon?"

"Go to work, otherwise, what else can I do." Fu Yushan said disapprovingly.

When Gu Peng and his players came outside the football field in Ningshui Park, what they saw was a slightly panting Bu Qingyun who was already sweating a lot.

"Boss, you are here." Bu Qingyun raised his hand to greet them.

"What are you doing, sweating all over your head?" Gu Peng asked strangely.

"Oh, I came a little early, so I did a bit of exercise to warm up." Bu Qingyun replied.

"What are you doing warming up so early as a substitute?" Maotou curled his lips.

Bu Qingyun glanced at his feet, didn't say anything, but still made Maotou itch.

What kind of eyes does this kid have!Like my feet are bound to hurt again, who the hell!
Gu Peng felt very relieved. In his opinion, Bu Qingyun's early arrival proved that he still attaches great importance to the game!
"Let's warm up first, even if we face Niu Hong later, we have to show our prestige! Don't forget the match against China C team, we only lost three goals!" Gu Peng waved fist shout.

"Boss, it's strange to say such words in such a tone." Bu Qingyun said.

"To shut up!"

Gu Peng glared at Bu Qingyun, this person, every time people have a good impression of him, he will immediately lower this favor - and he is too bad at talking!

"Then what do you think should be said?" Pony asked curiously.

"What is Niu Hong? Let's overthrow them!" Bu Qingyun raised his arms and shouted.

"...I think what you said seems quite reasonable." After a moment of silence, Gu Peng murmured.

"That's right, you can't decide to lose before the game. I don't think Niu Hong is anything special." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

"What do you know?" Maotou glared at Bu Qingyun, then turned to Gu Peng and said, "Boss, don't worry, even if I run to death in this game, I have to fight Niu Hong!"

"Isn't Niu Hong a midfielder? What are you fighting with him?" Bu Qingyun asked.

"Shut up." Maotou repeated Gu Peng's previous words.

The other players shook their heads one after another, but Bu Qingyun said a few words. The players who seemed a little dull before seemed to be under a lot of pressure. During the warm-up, their movements became more flexible.

They warmed up for about ten minutes, and another group of people appeared in front of them. The leader was He Zong, followed by a 1.8-meter-tall guy who was almost the same size horizontally and vertically.

"Is that guy Niu Hong?" Bu Qingyun turned to Maotou.

Mao Tou, who was still very imposing just now, seemed a little nervous at the moment.

"That's... that's him." Mao Tou replied.

"It's a hot day, why are you cold? Are you scared?" Bu Qingyun asked.

"Who... Who's scared? I'm trembling because of my burning fighting spirit!" Only then did Mao Tou realize that he seemed to be acting a little timid, and said with his chest out.

"Looking at this guy's size, his movements shouldn't be too flexible. Pay attention to your feet, it should be fine." Bu Qingyun patted Maotou's shoulder and said.

Maotou turned his head to look at Bu Qingyun, and said angrily: "It's easy for you to say, but it's not that simple!"

"It's that simple." Bu Qingyun shrugged.