MTL - Fox in the Penalty Area-Chapter 13 Open life

The Hulai people sat down at the desk honestly, feeling the light next to it dimmed, and reached out with a hand, and placed a plate on the table beside him.

Hu Lai turned to see her mother.

After mother Xie Lan put down the plate, she didn't rush away, but sat down beside the bed beside the desk.

"Mom, is there something wrong?" Hu Lai asked suspiciously.

In the past, when my mother came to deliver fruit or something, she put it down and left. I was afraid that it would disturb my studies, so the mother who sat down today seemed a bit abnormal.

Faced with his son's doubtful eyes, Xie Lan pondered and said, "Mom knows that you like playing football, but your study is the most important thing."

When my mother noticed that his son had become dirtier than usual in the past two days, sweat plowed the dust from his face into a gully.

How could she not know what her son was doing these two days.

Knew before that his son was secretly playing football. Out of spoiling his son, being a mother didn't say anything, and even helped his son to cover up. After all, she and her husband have different ideas. She thinks that her son has a hobby and is better than nothing. As long as she does not take a professional path, playing football is no big deal.

But now it seems that his son is more and more interested in football and more and more invested. She is worried that if this situation continues, she will not conceal her husband and will also affect her son's academic performance.

"I know, Mom, I've been studying all the time." Hu Lai didn't expect her to come to find herself to say this.

At home, "soccer" is a forbidden word. When he is playing outside, he secretly hides his family. He thinks his mother must know it, but it hasn't been broken. I don't know why my mother did this suddenly.

"Your father is against you playing football and hopes you study hard and has his reason ..." Xie Lan thought about it and added, "He doesn't want you to go his old way."

"Mom, three hundred and sixty lines, the number one champion. Besides, I do n’t think it ’s embarrassing to be a security guard, do n’t you just make money for your family to support your family?" Hu Lai said with a grin.

His father works as a security guard in a high-end residential area.

Hearing his son say this, Xie Lan glared at him: "Don't say this to your dad! Parents of course want their children to be more prosperous than themselves, otherwise why did we send you to Dongchuan Middle School? "

Dongchuan Middle School is one of the best middle schools in Dongchuan City. It is not easy to think about it. Either you have passed the high score of Dongchuan Middle School in the middle school entrance examination, or you can spend money to find a relationship trustee to stuff the child.

Hu Lai didn't say anything, but from the expression of his lip, he could not tell.

Xie Lan also knew her son's thoughts, she sighed softly: "In short, don't be too crazy."

Don't be too crazy, she didn't say, but Hu Lai knew.

My mother got up and left, Hu Lai continued to sit at her desk, looking at the plate that my mother had just brought. The plate was the apple that Mom carefully prepared for him. The skin was all cut off, the core was not there, and the flesh was cut into pieces. A small piece of it, with a toothpick stuck on it, was convenient for him to eat it directly, and he didn't need to wipe his hands or wash his hands after eating, and didn't delay him in learning to do homework.

The apple is Red Fuji. It is very crisp, sweet, and has a lot of juice, but it is not easy to preserve. After peeling it and putting it in contact with the air for a longer time, the surface of the flesh will oxidize and discolor. It should be eaten as soon as possible.

But Hu Lai did not eat.

He actually likes to eat apples, but after listening to his mother's words, he doesn't want to eat any more.

He knew that his mother cut him apples for him, and he prepared them so well that he did n’t want to delay him.

Is like his parents borrowed money to send him into Dongchuan Middle School at a high price.

Is also good for him, sending him to the best middle school to create the best learning conditions for him. Because the undergraduate online rate of Dongchuan Middle School is as high as 98%, and the recurring online rate is as high as 90%. In other words, as long as you can enter the door of Dongchuan Middle School, you will almost certainly be admitted to undergraduate.

For this reason, Hu Lai's parents did not hesitate to borrow money, but also asked people to transfer several layers of relationships before sending him to this provincial key high school in Dongchuan City.

Because he owed a lot of debt, his father took the initiative to apply for two extra night shifts. In order to be able to earn more bonuses and overtime pay, he soon paid back the huge sum of 350,000 borrowed from relatives and friends. Lai's parents didn't tell him that he overheard. When he overheard, he rushed in and had a big argument with his parents.

Originally, he did n’t want to go to Dongchuan Middle School. He even wanted to go to the high school part of the junior high school he originally attended. Although that middle school was quite general, with his academic achievements, he could go straight to the middle part more easily. He had been with his junior high school classmates for three years. With his friends, he was closer to home, and he didn't need his parents to go out and beg grandpa to lend money to bear the eyes of relatives.

The most important thing is that after finishing these parents, in turn, they used a long-spoken tone and said to him in a tone of hatred and iron, "We are not for you!"

This made Hu Lai very wronged.

"But I didn't ask you to do this! I didn't ask you to borrow so much money for me! I don't want you to give everything to create good conditions for me! I don't want to go to any **** provincial key middle school! You made the decision for me! "

That day, when he shouted this sentence at his parents, his father slapped him hard.

The quarrel was over, Hu Lai rushed into his bedroom and locked the door. Dad roared in the living room: "You look at him! You look at him! He still feels wronged ?! There is no gratitude! Who are we doing this for! For more than ten years, his mother raised a white eye Wolf!"

"Okay! Say a few words! You drink too much!" Mom screamed and pushed her husband into their bedroom, then with a bang, the door was closed, and both screaming and roaring were locked there In the room.

Hu Lai still clearly remembered his grievances and anger, which was obviously imposed on him by his parents, but in the end it seemed that he became self-contained ...

Why?

Why?

This question has never been figured out by Hu Lai.

But he knew that he wouldn't start it before his parents.

So when his mother said that sentence just now, he held his answer in his heart.

Of course he knew his mother was good for himself, but he didn't want to be so good.

From small to large, they forced themselves to do many things they didn't like under the banner of "Not for You".

Is like playing football. Obviously he likes it so much, and was forcibly banned by his father on the grounds that "playing football is useless and delays learning." The other friends played football in the yard, he couldn't even watch it, let alone played. If he secretly kicks the ball and is found, he will be scolded at least, and he will be beaten at once.

Scolded me for beating me and said it was good for me. But why is it good for me but does not allow me to do what I like?

Is this for me?

Everyone in the world feels that parents pay everything to create good conditions for their children for the sake of their children, and Hu Lai does not accept this view.

Political correctness does not mean true correctness.

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Retracted his eyes from the cut apple, and Hu Lai stared at the textbook spread out in front of him.

Before his mother came in, he sat honestly at his desk, not actually reading a book, but browsing the system interface repeatedly in his mind.

Is not to say that there is something new in the system-it is the same as before, a virtual character, an official mall with only one product, and a lucky carousel without bunny girls and only a marquee.

He is just immersed in various good visions of the future through the system.

He used to have no choice. Although he likes football, he does not have much talent in football, so he can only honestly follow the path that his parents have planned for him, even if he does not know whether he can make it. Although the undergraduate online rate of Dongchuan Middle School is as high as 98%, what if he is unfortunately 2%?

It's different now. I have a system. Why not go the way I like?

He really felt the effect of the [medullary washing agent] given by the system, which shows that the system can really change his physique. Since he can change his physique, it can also change his life.

Hu Lai firmly believed in this.

He just wanted to go this way. Even if his father objected, even if he slapped himself again, he had to go this way.

Owns this system, certainly not to let himself follow the path that his parents planned for him.

Lao Tzu's life ... about to hang up!

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PS, continue to use the book is not yet available, you can add words at the end of the chapter, don't worry about the opportunity to charge everyone more money, talk to everyone about the protagonist, Hu Lai.

This person's original inspiration prototype came from a classmate in my freshman year.

We have the same surname, and his name is only one word away from my name. Wearing glasses like me, even the body shape is somewhat similar.

He likes football and loves military affairs.

Boys, basically love both, so we took him with us when we played football.

But this football-loving classmate, he does not know how to play football, and his performance on the court is ... poor.

The knowledge of football in the off-field is very important, and playing football can kick the football into its own goal.

'S funny actions, he couldn't kick the ball even if he rounded his legs, and it was his standard operation to poke the ball with his toes.

I really like football, but playing badly is really bad.

At that time, everyone still laughed at him, and in the face of others' mocking, he just laughed, and did not seem to be angry without refuting.

Because they played so badly, everyone gradually disliked taking him with him.

Afterwards, high school liberal arts was divided into classes, I stayed in the original class and became a liberal arts student, and he was separated.

Later, when he was graduating from high school, he bought a military magazine in a newsstand outside the school. I met him and chatted with him.

"Do you still like football?"

"I don't like it anymore." He smiled and shook his head, then left with a military magazine.

After that I forgot this classmate, but when I was planning to write a new book, his image and his story came back to my mind again.

I have to admit that I was also laughing at this classmate as a young man at that time. He joke that he played badly. He also laughed at our criticism and knew that he laughed silly.

Now think about it, could this be another form of campus bullying?

At that time, no one cared about his thoughts of being laughed at, no one cared about his happiness, and no one could tell his embarrassment from his smirk.

He likes football. He said the things and knowledge that happened in football, but after three years of high school, he didn't like football anymore.

I felt sorry at the time. Isn't it normal to think about it now?

I like football but can't get happiness in it. If I want to play football, my classmates ridicule and squeeze out. How many people can complain without regret? Does uukanshu.com continue this love regardless of returns?

So he doesn't like football anymore.

Later I had no contact with him again-that conversation became the last time we spoke.

But want to come, now he as a military fan rather than a fan, he must be very happy, right? After all, our J-Twenty-nine went to heaven, the aircraft carrier went to sea, the 052D was out of breath, and the DF17 became a new favorite ...

What about Chinese football?

With guilt about what he did, I decided to write this classmate as the prototype of the protagonist in the novel.

Let him love football, and when he is constantly being laughed at and excluded, he can also have a plug-in to help him.

Also made Hu Lai more stubborn and tougher than he was back then. Even if he was laughed at, he could still maintain a strong heart to deal with those laughs with bad intentions.

I have described too many football teenagers who are embraced by the love of the people around them. Their stories are our dream experience, my fantasy and YY.

In this book, I want to write a person who has been ignored by many people. He also likes football, but he is not flattering. He is a football boy who was deliberately or unconsciously hidden in my previous football story.

Finally, there is such a Hulai that makes readers feel "reckless" and "owe".

Others, as the name suggests, are very arrogant, but this kind of arrogance is only his weapon to face this world that is not very friendly to him, the only weapon.

When he was facing the world with this weapon, he did not intend to surrender.

Early in the spring of last year, I ate with a talking elbow in Chengdu and talked about a story in my head. I said to him, "I want to write a story against the world."

And Hu Lai is the one who is against the world.