Fox in the Penalty Area

Looking at the words "mission failed" in the system task log, Hu Lai sighed helplessly.

This was the first time he encountered a situation where he did not complete the task.

Although there is no punishment for failing this mission, it still makes him feel a pity not to get the mission reward.

After all, that's 300,000 points!

And he has used up 700,000 points in this Asian Cup, so he is not rich.

So the 300,000 point reward is actually very important to him.

This task was received by Hu Lai before this Asian Cup, and it is also the first time this salted fish system has issued a task this season.

The task is related to the Asian Cup.

But it is different from the previous situation where the conditions for completing the task were ambiguous-the previous tasks similar to this kind of competition, such as the Olympics and the World Cup, all required Hu Lai to achieve good results in the competition, and there was a guaranteed task reward. As long as Hu Lai's performance is not too hip, he can get some mission rewards.

This mission has a very clear goal, which is to help the Chinese team reach the semi-finals of the Asian Cup.

It happened to be the official goal set by the Football Association.

It seems quite humane-the Football Association officially requires the top four, so the goal of the system task is also the top four.

So it seems that the task given by the system is not so difficult that it cannot be completed.

After all, Hu Lai has never failed a mission.

So when he saw this task, he felt that this year's Asian Cup is stable, at least the semi-finals. If he is lucky and works hard, maybe he can really win the championship?

He never thought that the mission would really fail...

He once thought that the system's release of tasks was actually a disguised spoiler, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

So compared to not being rewarded, Hu Lai was more shocked by the discovery that "tasks will really fail."

Tasks are by no means system benefits...

After deleting the failed task in the task log, Hu Lai exited the system.

His mobile phone received a WeChat message from Wang Guangwei: "How is Hu Lai? That... How do you react to my words?"

"No response..." he replied.

"Aren't they angry? Didn't they scold me behind my back?"

When Hu Lai saw Wang Guangwei's cautious question, he laughed and replied: "Oh, I forgot. I scolded you. They scolded you so badly. I can't repeat it. I'm afraid this book will be blocked." ..."

"Fuck..." Wang Guangwei replied after a while, "Seriously! Did you say something? Don't get me wrong, I don't have any objections to you, I just... Those words have actually been held in my heart for a long time .I think everyone should be able to understand me, so I just said it, otherwise I will definitely continue to hold back..."

"It's okay, don't think that all of us are narrow-minded—of course, Luo Kai, I can't guarantee it—Brother Huan said that you are right, we really have to work harder."

"That's good……"

Just looking at the text, Hu Lai could also feel that Pharaoh holding the phone should be relieved.

"But Lao Wang, I really didn't expect you to think so much. Including things about the World Cup, it's been more than half a year."

"I also thought about it for a long time. No matter how I think about it, I feel wrong and I can't convince myself-at that time, we clearly scored another goal and could advance to the knockout round. Why did everyone settle for a draw in the end? Thinking about it now, I find it unbelievable , but it was really like that at the time..."

"After all, it's the first time. Everyone has never seen the world. They think it's great to be able to draw with the Brazilian team..."

"Then I hope that next time, we won't visit the Grand View Garden like Grandma Liu."

"I don't think so, Old Wang. Next time, we will definitely do better than the first time. Didn't you see the look in everyone's eyes after hearing what you said."

"What kind of eyes?" Wang Guangwei asked curiously.

"Fire-breathing eyes!"

Wang Guangwei looked at Hu Lai's answer on the phone screen and smiled.

At the same time, he also sent a grinning emoji on WeChat.

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"Thank you, son!"

When Chen Xingyi returned to the apartment he was renting in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, when he opened the door, he saw his father Chen Hantang's smile and caring greetings.

"Are you tired on the road?"

Chen Xingyi didn't give him a very positive response when he came in, he just shook his head, expressing that he wasn't tired.

This made Chen Hantang a little surprised: "What are you doing? Are you still angry about being out of the Asian Cup? In fact, don't worry too much, your performance is already very good..."

Chen Xingyi interrupted his father and asked, "Dad, do you also think we performed well?"

"Hey, it's worth it if you can eliminate Little Japan!"

"Old Wang is right..." Chen Xingyi said to himself.

"Old Wang? Wang Guangwei? What did he say?" Chen Hantang was at a loss.

Chen Xingyi told his father what Wang Guangwei said when they were at Frankfurt Airport.

During the process of his narration, the expression on Chen Hantang's face, who was originally smiling, gradually became serious.

In the end, all the smiles disappeared, replaced by deep thought.

Chen Xingyi continued: "Dad, do you still remember the dream I told you about after the World Cup?"

"On the plane back home, you dreamed that you hit the ball on the door frame and missed the chance to beat Brazil?"

Chen Xingyi nodded: "That's right. Look, Dad. I didn't even dare to beat Brazil in my dreams. Instead, I kicked the door frame..."

"What does it matter? It's a dream after all..."

"I'm serious, Dad. Dreams are a collection of subconscious minds. In my dreams, the most I can dream is that I hit the door frame, not that we beat the Brazilian team... It can be seen that I probably didn't So promising." Chen Xingyi said seriously.

"So Lao Wang is right. At that time, we were satisfied with just drawing with the Brazil team and being unbeaten in the World Cup group stage. We didn't think there was anything wrong with going home after the group stage... You all think We performed very well, but in fact it was not good at all. Obviously, if we gritted our teeth and persisted, we would be able to eliminate Brazil and enter the knockout round... Such a good opportunity was wasted by us... like this Can the performance be said to be good?"

"It's also possible... no, it's very possible that you fought hard, but you didn't score, you didn't get anything."

"Then at least we fought hard, which shows that we want to win, not be happy there for a draw! I think this is the most important point. As a professional player, shouldn't you be born to pursue victory? Then why do you want to win?" Complacent about a draw?"

Chen Hantang looked at his decisive son, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer the question.

"This time the Asian Cup is also true. Except for the game that defeated the Japanese team, how can other games be regarded as good performance? The Asian Cup and the World Cup are held every four years. How many times can we participate? This World Cup, fans Satisfied because it’s our first World Cup after all, but what about the next time? You can’t always expect the fans to be so reasonable, can you?”

Chen Hantang nodded, admitting that his son was right.

The fans are indeed more tolerant towards that Chinese team, and this kind of tolerance is unprecedented.

But if the players themselves take this kind of tolerance as "as it should be", as they deserve, it would be wrong.

This has nothing to do with whether the Chinese team has the strength to dream of better results, it has something to do with a professional player's requirements for himself.

A player who is only satisfied with the tolerance of the fans will never improve.

Until now, there are still people who repeatedly say that "the Chinese team is the only undefeated team in this World Cup". For so many years in football, this one thing deserves a special mention.

But do players have to be as unqualified as marketing accounts?

Chen Hantang was suddenly very relieved—his son was not satisfied with his past achievements. He went out to participate in an Asian Cup, and his ideological consciousness improved instead.

He originally felt that interrupting his son's rhythm in Amsterdam in order to participate in the Asian Cup was not worth the candle. But now it seems that it is a blessing in disguise? Being eliminated in the Asian Cup, if it can make my son grow up, it will be worth it.

Thinking of this, he said seriously to his son: "Then you have to work harder to improve yourself, lest the nightmare come true!"

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm ready to compete again!"

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"Zhang, in fact, you don't need to be so anxious, you can take a good rest..."

When Sarria coach Arno Casas saw Zhang Qinghuan on the training ground, he was a little surprised—if he remembered correctly, Zhang Qinghuan should have returned to Barcelona yesterday afternoon.

He did not inform Zhang Qinghuan to come to train with the team the day after he arrived in Barcelona.

"My physical condition is very good, sir." Zhang Qinghuan said respectfully but firmly, "For me, the best way to rest is to spend it in the gym."

Sensing the fighting spirit shown by Zhang Qinghuan, although Casas was a little puzzled, he was still satisfied with his attitude.

So he also made a promise:

"When your physical condition returns to normal, I will let you play in the league as soon as possible, Zhang."

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"Good news, Zhiyuan!" Manager Qiu Xinrong put down the phone and knocked on Lin Zhiyuan's door.

"What good news, Uncle Qiu?" Lin Zhiyuan answered casually while lowering his head while playing with his phone.

"Yesterday's examination results came out. Your injury is recovering very well. If it goes well, maybe you only need another month before you can return to the game!"

Lin Zhiyuan froze for a moment, then clenched his fists: "Okay!"

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"You said that you want to increase strength training, but in fact your strength is better than that of domestic players of the same age... No, not only among players of the same age, but also very good. I'm afraid there is no need for this?"

Cao Wei, head coach of Shanhai Sailors, looked at Zhou Zijing standing in front of him with great interest, and asked him questions.

Zhou Zijing stood up straight with his hands behind his back and replied, "Because I want to become stronger!"