Reborn on Top of Football

Not just the boss, in fact, in the eyes of many adults, Li Jun is special. Everything is ordinary, but so many are generally placed on a person, it seems unusual. Except for playing football, there are few hobbies.

Juvenile Mu Ai, but Li Jun just looked at the beautiful female classmates, just listened to the beautiful female singers, and only shared some of the things privately circulated to the students. Since middle school, Li Jun is like this dead face. A classmate from junior high school to high school, he did not understand him for five years.

Learn? No interest, games? Not interested, singing and dancing? Lazy to move, TV movies, too lazy to watch, he only watched very few football matches, who is Li Jun? He couldn't understand whether it was near or far, and of course there would not be any lively students interested in him. In the impression of most students, this squint is a nerd who is always sitting on the steps, lazily basking in the sun and having cyanosis.

If it weren't for Li Jun, who could still read the book, he would probably be considered to be mentally ill.

In fact, Li Jun himself probably knows what others think, but he doesn't care about a bunch of vulgar creatures. Chinchilla An Zhihong's aspirations? Although we are all lying in this ordinary high school, and we are all birds lying under the fence, but you are looking down and eating bugs, I am yearning for the blue sky.

After graduation, you run around and stray, but most of them have to go back to Liaoyang. Fortunately, you have to go to the labor market station. What about me? I went directly to Beijing. In the future, I will be part of the people of the capital.

This is the confidence of Li Jun, even the high school class teacher does not understand. It was only that after he said that he and Wang Ai knew each other, he realized that no one believed such a thing, so he was too lazy to say it. For Li Jun, high school is a stage that life must go through, far less than those classmates who are so devoted or love to hate.

Children's tricks, cut!

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend. The final exam was coming. Li Jun had a rare review at home for a day. It's not that he likes to learn, but that he doesn't want to listen to his mother's puppet. Starting school again, after a day of exams, Li Jun and all his classmates took a long breath and started the summer vacation.

Before the holiday, the physical education teacher found Li Jun and asked him to practice with the school team. In the middle of the month, it was the Liaoyang Dumb Cup Final. Li Jun nodded and promised to call the school team one by one, and agreed to go to the east suburb of Prince Edward to practice ball together.

In recent years, the most contact between Li Jun and Wang Ai has actually occurred on these stadiums. Although they are not named, people know that the eight free stadiums in Liaoyang are all Wang Aixiu, so they are accustomed to calling it "Wang Ai Stadium. "

The density of this stadium is still far from the 80,000 people and a dozen free stadiums in Tubingen. Even if it is Wang Ai's hometown and the highest priority investment target, that's it. However, these eight courts still worked.

For example, members of a school team like Li Jun, where the school does not open during holidays, where do they go to practice football? High school seniors had make-up lessons in the summer and winter vacations. For another example, some adults have an interest in playing football, but what if there is no venue? Can only slowly give up.

So these eight stadiums are always constantly crowded. The dust in the middle of the stadium is flying, and the grass on the edge of the stadium, such as corner flags and sidelines, has grown tall. It can only be eliminated by those who love to play. The court is not under management, and of course it is not occupied. A few years ago, a boss was about to dig sand here. As soon as the turf was dug, two police cars came and all the people took the car back. Those who didn't dare to make a fuss would not dare to touch them. Later, there were big bosses who went to discuss with them and wanted to develop this place into a golf course.

So, the bosses in Liaoyang knew: these dazzling plots of land could not move.

Therefore, the citizens of Liaoyang also knew that although Wang Ai was not in Liaoyang, Liaoyang still has his legend.

This kind of thing is of course for Li Jun. The Wang Ai family started from their hometown. Up to now, there are other production bases in the northern suburbs of Liaoyang, and it is also the largest production base in the Northeast. Court, I heard that foreign spies have arrested.

Liaoyang is still the root of the Wang family. Even if it never bullies others, it has a good reputation. But being bullied is another matter. Wang Ai doesn't speak, and some people take the initiative to help. The situation is worse in other parts of the Northeast and Sichuan, but there are people on the countertops everywhere, so although there are many troubles, they still persist.

At least in Li Jun's opinion, in recent years, the folk football activities in Liaoyang are increasingly underway, not including the stupid cup. Many adults have also organized football teams to compete with each other, and even the stupid cup finals have begun to sell tickets. Liaoyang is unknowingly adding many football elements, even if it is far worse than Shenyang and Dalian in terms of high-end combat power, but the foundation is getting stronger and stronger.

Of these, only Li Jun, who is always in a daze, can be sensitive to the students.

Therefore, Li Jun always thinks of Wang Ai, even if he is not around, his influence is everywhere.

In early July, the second high school was on vacation. On the second day of the vacation, Li Jun immediately took his teammates to the stadium next to the Prince's River. He came early in the morning, and there was no place late. There are also three high school teams who often come here to play football. Both sides always have to grab and fight.

The sun in July is already very hot. Fortunately, it is near the river, the breeze is soaring, and the body feels very good. Just pay attention to another big foot shot too far into the river. Although the river was not deep and it was not flowing fast, in the middle there were big pits left by digging sand. No one dared to enter the water.

Today is a good day! When Li Jun and his teammates arrived on a bike, only the children of a few nearby farms rushed to flock to graze. Li Jun did not care about them either. The grass on the side of the field was too high.

"Jun, you are so beautiful. They deserve to say that you are Xiao Wang Ai." A high school senior approached Li Jun with sweaty thumbs up.

Li Jun grinned. From a young age, Wang Ai took him to practice the ball. Later, Wang Ai went higher and higher. Of course, he would involuntarily imitate Wang Ai's habit when he practiced the ball. Over time, he played "Little Wang Ai" It spread.

Li Jun is helpless. I am older than him. However, I heard that in the national team, many people who are four or five years older than Wang Ai call him the boss. Alas, it is small to be a kid. They have been called for so many years and are used to it.

At noon, the classmates ate a light meal at a nearby restaurant. After dinner, they sat down by the river for a while. Some of them even brought books when they were good at school. The college entrance examination looks like a sharp sword hanging over his head, although his peers have gone too far.

However, after all, it is a carefree youth.