Good luck in the city

Chapter 150 A group of multi-millionaires!
Zhao Yaxin smiled awkwardly, it was difficult for her to answer this question.

If she had no feelings for Yang Fei at all, that's fine.

But I don't know when, Yang Fei has gradually occupied her heart, becoming an existence that cannot be ignored.

Although it has not reached the point where he should not marry, but he does exist there, Zhao Yaxin can't control it, and can't deceive herself.

She avoided Linlin's curious gaze and said with a smile: "Silly girl, what are you talking about, there is class tomorrow, go back and rest early."

Linlin's eyes dimmed instantly, she was a little disappointed when she didn't get a clear answer.

But she didn't want to embarrass sister Yaxin, so as not to make her feel disgusted, so she lowered her head and returned to her room.

Back in the room, Linlin didn't feel sleepy at all, lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

So I came to the hall, ready to go to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

But inadvertently, she discovered that a room was brightly lit, so she walked over curiously.

Through the crack of the door, she saw Miss Xiaoman, who was usually elusive, singing to the camera.

Linlin immediately understood that she was singing live on the live broadcast platform.

Lin Xiaoman wore heavy makeup, and although she sang mediocrely, in the eyes of netizens, she sang beautifully, so many people gave her gifts.

Seeing this, Linlin immediately became interested. She also likes to sing.

It's just that I usually hum casually, except for my cousin, I haven't sung in front of other people.

Yang Fei has already found a good school for her, and according to her hobbies, has planned her future path in advance.

That is to be admitted to an art school and become a singer in the future.

Of course, with Yang Fei watching from behind, Linlin would definitely not be exposed to the dark side of the entertainment industry.

He will not let her go down, he will only let Linlin do what she likes happily, and no one can hurt her.

At this time, Linlin saw that Sister Xiaoman was singing happily, and felt that she could do the same.

And this is also a good opportunity to exercise, maybe you can improve your singing skills.

But she still doesn't know how to start the live broadcast, and plans to find time to ask Miss Xiaoman.

At this time, Yang Fei didn't sleep either. There happened to be an Asian Cup football match tonight, and he was watching the national football match in his room.

Seeing the Huaxia team being abused in various ways on the field, Yang Fei was heartbroken.

"Fuck, you won't run after two steps, you're Nima's guard!" He shouted angrily, his eyes round and round.

Before long, the game was over.

The Huaxia team was poured three goals in a row by a war-torn country in Africa.

Stopped in the quarterfinals of the Asian Cup!

Yang Fei is speechless, can the national football team play any worse?

The majestic kingdom of heaven was actually scored three goals in a row by a small country in constant war?

What a shame!

He went to Li Yi's bar and browsed casually, all of which were posts scolding the national football team.

"Hurry up and disband the national football team! Do you want to keep it for others to play like a monkey?"

"Eating instant noodles and watching a group of multi-millionaires walking on the field is really interesting!"

"The striker is weak, the defender is incompetent, hurry up and disband!"

"The meaning of the existence of the national pig is to bring warmth to those war-torn countries. I suggest that the next Nobel Peace Prize be awarded directly to the national pig."

"National pigs have made great contributions to friendly exchanges between China and foreign countries, and fully demonstrated the hospitality, modesty and courtesy of the Chinese people. In this regard, they have done a good job!"

"Not a bad fart, they were pressed to the ground and rubbed vigorously."

"Hahaha, this is not being rubbed, but being pushed to the ground and fed. Look at those eleven pigs, they still look indifferent, as if winning or losing has nothing to do with them."

"They don't care if you win or not. Anyway, just take a walk on the field, and you can get tens of millions a year."

"The reason why the national pig is so rubbish is the root of the problem."

"You mean the leaders of the Pig Association?"

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Yang Fei looked at the comments below, and his forehead wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

He really wanted to turn into a keyboard warrior and go up and scold a few words, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, out of sight, out of mind.

The next day, after sending Linlin to school, Yang Fei went to a nearby football school to visit.

After all, the future of the national football team depends on these children.

He parked the Bugatti Veyron in a nearby garage and walked over.

At the school gate, he saw a ten-year-old boy, hugging a football, squatting on the ground and crying, and his parents sat beside him with sad faces.

Their clothes are very simple, and they can tell at a glance that their family conditions are not very good

Yang Fei was a little curious. Could it be that the child wanted to go to football school but his parents didn't allow it?
"Little friend, what are you crying for?" Yang Fei walked over and asked.

The little boy didn't speak, still crying very sadly, the boy's mother next to him took the conversation.

"Hey, we didn't give money to the coach. They didn't give my son to play. My kid's football skills are not worse than others, but the family has no money, so I can't give the coach a red envelope, so I can only watch other students play. Contest."

"I clearly remember that some time ago, the coach came to our house and told me that my son Xiaotian was very good at football. If he played more games, he might be able to participate in domestic youth training in the future, but we had to pay him hard work, saying that he trained It's not easy for Xiaotian.

"But our family is poor, and it is a problem to collect tuition fees for Xiaotian every year. How can we have money to give him gifts!"

"If it wasn't for my kid who really likes to play football, he begged me to let him go to football school all day long, otherwise I would have wanted him to go home and go to ordinary school, hey!"

"What? Is there such a thing?" Yang Fei frowned.

But he soon realized that he had heard such rumors before, saying that football is a sport for the rich, and if you don't give money to the coach, you won't have the chance to play.

Many children with football talent are because their families have no money.

So I have never had a chance to play, and finally gradually reduced to mediocrity.

Those children from rich families do not lack opportunities to play.

But because the family is relatively wealthy, he was spoiled and raised since childhood.

The idea instilled in them by the family is that they are only interested in profit, and they take national honor very lightly.

So once encountering difficulties, they will easily give up.

But they will not lose the chance to play because of this, they have been losing and playing all the time.

From this, it is conceivable that in another ten years, these children will grow up.

When they enter the national team and become a member of the field, one can imagine what level they will be.

Thinking of the game he watched last night, Yang Fei couldn't help feeling angry. Before, he had no money and no strength.

But now, since he met him, he decided to take care of it.

At least you can't disappoint the children who like to play football, just like this little boy holding a football and crying.

(End of this chapter)