Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 13 Past events ([-])

Chu Zuosheng dispelled Mo Hongjun's worries with a smile, and asked again, "Brother Mo, don't worry, your studies will never be delayed. Our teaching quality is very good."

Now that it's all said and done, it's hard for Mo Hongjun to refuse.But he didn't nod his head in agreement, after all, this was a major matter related to Mo Fei's future.This still requires Mo Fei himself to nod in agreement.

At this time, Mo Fei's heart was also very chaotic.go?Still not going?
Go, but I haven't had formal training for a long time, can I keep up, can I adapt?Also, what should I do if I meet another 'villain' like the former coach?How would I explain to my family if I was kicked out of school again?

No, but I really like football and the feeling of playing football with other people!Running recklessly, youth swaying in the running, isn't it what I expect?
Could it be that he didn't know how to choose for a while.

It was Chu Zuosheng who understood that he should not push him too hard, so as not to arouse the other party's resentment. Although he kindly helped the other party out of love for talents, it was hard to guarantee that this young man would not develop a rebellious heart.Seeing the hesitant Mo Fei, Chu Zuosheng smiled again and pulled out a card from his pocket, and handed it to Mo Fei, "This is my business card with my phone number on it. If you have made up your mind, you can call me. "

Seeing that Mo Fei accepted the business card, he was determined. With his experience, how can he not understand that this kid has actually accepted it in his heart, but he still has some concerns.But it was only a matter of time, as long as he figured it out, he would definitely call himself.

At the moment, I stopped talking and told everyone to use their chopsticks and continue eating.With the pistachio of aftertaste, the banquet was soon full of laughter and laughter.

After bidding farewell to the Yu family and leaving the door, could it be that he took a deep breath, the words Chu Zuosheng said just before leaving could not be dispelled in his mind for a long time:

do you like playing football

do i like football

Mo Fei muttered to himself.

Lying on the bed, could it be that he couldn't fall asleep anyway, and could only stare at the ceiling in a daze, thinking over and over again the phrase "Do you like playing football?" that Chu Zuosheng said before leaving.

Mo Fei never doubts whether he loves football.But if I like playing football, why have I resisted playing football with others from the bottom of my heart for so many years?Even now that there is a great opportunity to continue his football career, why hesitate!Is it because you haven't conducted systematic training for several years, and you are worried that you won't be able to keep up with the team's rhythm?I don't think so.I am not a person who just gives up and surrenders in the face of difficulties. It is hard to say what the result will be without trying or working hard.Are you really worried about meeting the wicked coach again and being kicked out of school again?This is even more impossible.Chu Zuosheng was a relative of Uncle Yu, so he wouldn't dig a fire pit for him to jump in, and they didn't have any deep hatred for each other.

He took out the business card Chu Zuosheng gave him from his pocket.This is a small card with black letters on a white background. It is nothing special, and it is not exquisite. It just says "Sichuan Quanxing Football Club", then the name "Chu Zuosheng", the title is consultant, and the last is contact. Telephone.

It's simple, nothing out of the ordinary.But did he know that as long as he called this number, his fate might change.After thinking about it, he threw the business card aside, lay down again and looked at the ceiling above his head.

The white ceiling came into view, making Mo Fei feel dizzy.Originally, my thoughts were already messed up, and my head was swollen, but this kind of whiteness made my eyes hurt even more, my head became more drowsy, I felt like the world was spinning, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier...

"Feifei, Dad will take you to learn how to play football, okay?" A muscular man squatted on the ground, lovingly patted a little boy's head, and then took his hand.

"Okay, Feifei likes playing football." The little boy hugged the football, kissed the man's face, and said softly, "Daddy is the best, and I love daddy the most."

"Haha, kiss one more." The man laughed happily, picked up the little boy and walked forward while pricking his own son with a beard, making the boy "giggle" and laugh non-stop.

"Feifei, from today onwards, you have to listen to the coach and learn how to play football." The man smiled and shook his fist at his reluctant son, making a cheering gesture, "My Feifei family is a man, work hard, Feifei It's the best!"

"Well, Feifei will listen to the teacher, work hard, and miss Dad." The little boy also made a cheering gesture.

"Dad and Mom will come to see you every weekend, don't slack off just because you miss Mom and Dad, or I'll stab you with a beard!" As he spoke, he moved his face closer to Mo Fei and rubbed against his face. rub.

"Giggle, don't, Dad is good or bad, itchy..." Xiao Mofei laughed again, and a satisfied smile appeared on the man's face, but there was a reluctance in his eyes.

"Wow, he runs so fast!"

"I can't even catch up with him, his ball is so hard to grab!"

Listening to the discussions of his teammates, Xiao Mofei proudly puffed out his chest, his face full of complacency.

When he was far away, his teammates continued.

"He is so good, the coach will not like us!"

"Yeah, the coach got angry today and punished us for running."

"We don't pass the ball to him in the future, let's see how he is still proud"

"Why don't you pass the ball to me!" Xiao Mofei yelled at his teammates angrily.

No one responded to him.

"Why, I ask you why!" This happened not once or twice, no matter how much he raised his hand to ask for the ball, no matter how good his position was, no one always gave him the ball.He couldn't figure out why.At this moment, for the first time, little Mo Fei felt the feeling of loneliness and wronged.

"Shovel him to death, let's see if he dares to surpass others!"

"Bump him!"

Every time the opponents take the ball, they always treat themselves very roughly, either shoveling over or hitting him directly with their bodies.He really doesn't understand why!Should a good player be treated like this?

Being shoveled to the ground again, little Mofei couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and rushed forward, wrestling with the person who put the shovel.He didn't have words to express, because he knew that no one would care about what he said, and it would only make everyone more unscrupulous.The rest of the teammates swarmed over, but their fists were all directed at Xiao Mofei.

At night, little Mofei, who completely covered herself with the quilt, stroked Yu Qing on her lap with her hands, gritted her teeth firmly, otherwise tears would fall.

"Today, we learn to kick the ball into the goal. Come on, everyone, step back, do you see the goal in front? Kick all the balls under your feet into the goal, and it will be considered a pass." The fat coach is standing on the sidelines facing everyone said the man.

"Could it be, why are you so stupid, why can't you kick a single ball in?" The fat coach finally couldn't hide his anger when he saw that Mo Fei had kicked all the balls on the goal post and crossbar, and yelled at Mo Fei.

Xiao Mofei was very wronged, he felt very wronged, he just thought it was easy to kick the ball into the goal, but it was obviously much more difficult to kick the ball into the goal post.After the fat coach learned of Mo Fei's thoughts, he was even more furious.

(End of this chapter)