Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 2 Triple Cup

Although he carefully concealed it, the loss in his eyes was still captured by Mo Fei.In a daze, the scene of graduating from junior high school emerged in his mind:
"Dad, Mom, I'd better go to a vocational school, learn some skills, and start working early." Looking at the report card with only 376 points in his hand, although he felt very uncomfortable, he comforted his parents with a forced smile.He knew that it would be difficult to enter an ordinary senior high school with this grade, let alone a key high school that his parents had always expected.

"Silly boy. Let's think of a way."

"I……"

"Do not worry……"

Although I finally entered Baita Middle School, a key high school, there were so many hardships behind it.Could it be that he didn't know how many people his parents begged for his own affairs, how many relationships they entrusted, and how many gifts they gave, but he knew that his parents' love for him was unreserved.I can only work harder and use better grades as a gift in return for them.

But now...

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly unnaturally, as if his heart had been pierced by a needle, he slammed the food in the bowl into his mouth, and then stood up.

"Dad, Mom, I went into the room to study."

"Eat more." Seeing that her son was about to walk into the bedroom door, Mo's mother said helplessly, "Don't watch it too late. Don't be too tired."

"I see."

"This kid." Chen Jun glanced at Mo Hongjun, and then said, "Old Mo, do you think Xiao Fei can be admitted to university?"

"Do your best." Mo Hongjun doesn't know whether his son has the talent to play football, but he is still very clear about whether Mo Fei has the ability to study.What else can he say?It's not that the son doesn't work hard, he can see all the sweat he put in, but there is no way to improve his grades. "Anyway, those who are promising are not necessarily those who have read books. Don't they all say on TV that they are the best in their profession? Our son may shine in other professions."

"Playing football?" Chen Jun pouted.Chen Jun is not very opposed to playing football, although she is not a true fan like Mo Hongjun and does not understand the fun of playing football.However, apart from the fact that she often falls and is prone to injury when playing football, she can still accept it.After all, she will support whatever her son likes.Still, she resents the fact that her son was expelled from training school all those years ago.In her heart, her son is always the best, even if there are any shortcomings, it is not something that can be easily bullied.What's more, she who knows the inside story knows the real reason why her son can't play football.Maybe every mother cares about her children so much, even if she is rejected by the whole world, but there is a harbor that is always open, that is mother's love.

"Hey..." Father Mo's expression darkened.I regret and feel guilty that my son cannot continue to study in the football training school, and I also feel heartbroken for the football environment in China.As a die-hard old fan, seeing this scene is inevitable.I have experienced this kind of darkness even more, and I don't know what it feels like in my heart.Reluctantly, he could only let out a long sigh.

Glancing at his son's bedroom, he whispered, "Keep your voice down, don't affect your son's study."

bedroom.

Touching the re-hanging football on the wall, he sighed.Go to the desk, take out the book, and unfold it.

Until the early hours of the morning, the lights in the bedroom were still on.

Mo Hongjun gently opened the door and saw his son lying quietly on the desk, already asleep.I can't help but feel heartache, but I can't bear to wake up my son.Sighing, he carried his son to bed, turned off the lights, and left.

However, he never saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised on his tired face, and he smiled lightly.

He gallops across the green field like the wind.

dreaming.

"Honghu Lake water, waves, waves, waves..."

Although the lyrics are very old-fashioned, the melody is very melodious, not to mention that this is the exclusive school bell, and all the students feel like they have been beaten up, and they suddenly feel refreshed.

"Finally school is over, and the class is so painful!" Student A jumped up and shouted with a grim expression.

"The labor and management will go to the Internet cafe to play CF, is there anyone going the same way!" Student B raised his arms and shouted with wretched eyes.

"Ah, school is over? Oh, it's time to go home, wash up and sleep." Classmate C rubbed his sleepy and slightly red and swollen eyes, and said listlessly.

Mo Fei also quickly packed up the textbooks and put them into the backpack.Today is Friday, and the day after tomorrow is the weekend. Although I still have to study and review my homework at home, I have enough rest time to arrange.He promised Yu Yun a long time ago that he would accompany her to the bookstore after school today to see if there are any new tutorial books.

Thinking of Yu Yun, Could Fei's mouth unconsciously draw a faint fox line.Yu Yun was his playmate since childhood, they lived in the same compound, went to the same school, although they were not in the same class, they had a very good relationship.It can even be described as a childhood sweetheart.Yu Yun is a girl who easily makes people feel a sense of love for her. Her face without any modification is as fresh as a lotus in clear water. Her moist and big eyes, coupled with her slender figure, make her attractive no matter how she looks. pity.

In all honesty, could it be that he looks good, even a little handsome. The height of 1 meters is definitely not short for the age group of the second year of high school. It is a bit taller than most of the same age. It may be due to the insistence on exercising since childhood. The physical fitness is quite good. It will give people the illusion of a simple mind and well-developed limbs.The face is not ordinary to the point of being ordinary, but it gives people a very sunny feeling due to long-term exercise.

The street relatives in the same hospital often make jokes about them, "What's wrong with this young couple", "The young couple are shopping together again" and other jokes that always embarrass them.Whenever this time, there is a little satisfaction and pride.

But think about the difference in grades between myself and Yu Yun, one is in the sky, the other is underground, one is at the top of the class, and the other is at the bottom of the class, one is the key cultivation target in the teacher's eyes, and the other is the abandoned child in the teacher's eyes.No matter how you look at it, it's not a taste.

"Maybe she just thinks of me as a brother."

Helpless self-deprecating smile.However, he still threw his backpack back and prepared to leave the classroom.

At this moment, Deng Weihong, the class teacher, walked into the classroom quickly, stepped onto the podium, picked up the chalk on the desk, wiped off all the writing on the blackboard, and quickly wrote three words:
"Triple Cup"

He knocked on the desk with his hand, looked at the gradually quiet classroom, and nodded in satisfaction.Scanning the completely quiet classroom again, he said slowly, "The mid-term exam is over, please keep on doing well, and those who are not ideal, please work hard and catch up."After a pause, he adjusted his rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose.Lao Deng likes this pose very much. She wears glasses and doing this pose will give people a kind of intellectual beauty, but she also faces the common distress of all intellectual beauties: the aircraft dam.

(End of this chapter)