Fox in the Penalty Area

When Xiong Jiahui finished washing and was sitting on the dining table, ready to have breakfast, his father waved to him: "Come on, son."

He also took out his cell phone while speaking.

Xiong Jiahui was confused: "What are you doing?"

He leaned over and saw Dad reopening a paused video:

"...In a Champions League quarter-final that ended early this morning, the Madrid Pirates played against Tramed at home. This much-watched Champions League 'China Derby' finally ended with..."

Xiong Jiahui suddenly yelled, and then quickly turned off the phone screen at a speed that his father didn't even realize.

Dad looked at him in surprise, and the mother next to him was also taken aback, and scolded: "What are you doing! You are so surprised! My buns almost scared you off!"

When her son suddenly yelled, the bun in her hand almost fell off the table.

Dad also came back to his senses, frowned and looked at his son who was behaving strangely: "What's your reaction? Don't you want to watch the Champions League? You have to stay up all night to watch the live broadcast. Now I'm kind enough to show you the highlights..."

Xiong Jiahui quickly shook his head: "I want to watch it, but I don't want to be spoiled!"

"Spoiled? What spoiler?"

"This is a spoiler! Our director Hu has promised to find time to show us the replay video of the game in the future. As long as I don't know the score and result before then, isn't it no different from watching the live broadcast?"

Seeing the plausible appearance of this son, neither father nor mother could laugh or cry.

"You know how much attention is paid to this game? Is this something you want to be able to avoid being spoiled?"

Xiong Jiahui said stubbornly: "Then I don't care, I will treat the rebroadcast as a live broadcast!"

"Tsk, you child..." The mother's temper was a bit violent, and she opened her mouth to scold.

But the father held his hand: "Okay, just see if you can avoid being spoiled."

Then he turned to his wife and said, "Let the society educate him."

Xiong Jiahui was still a little unconvinced, and bit the mantou with special force, as if he had a grudge against the mantou.

Seeing him like this, his parents looked at each other, but couldn't say anything.

My own children know that if they are stubborn, they will not be able to pull back nine cows. He won't listen to what he says now, only if he goes out by himself and finds that this game is being discussed everywhere, even if he covers his ears, it won't help, and I'm afraid he will know that such a childish approach is useless.

But at that time... What's the point of knowing?

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When Xiong Jiahui passed the school gate,

I heard some students talking loudly about the "Dongchuan Middle School Derby" in the early morning.

"Oops! The game was so exciting! By the end I almost thought..."

Xiong Jiahui hastily accelerated and ran past the crowd who said that. He didn't slow down until he confirmed that he couldn't hear the voices of those talking loudly, and walked towards his classroom.

But before he took two steps, he heard the voice of discussing the game again.

So he could only speed up and change direction again.

After such a detour, he finally ran to the door of the classroom, and then he was hugged by Zou Yuze: "Aha, Xiong Jiahui!"

Xiong Jiahui looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"Why? Say hello..." Zou Yuze was a little surprised by Xiong Jiahui's attitude.

"Stay away from me, Zou Yuze." Xiong Jiahui pushed him away.

Zou Yuze only thought that Xiong Jiahui was still complaining about his "false preaching of the imperial decree" and said everywhere: "Oh, Xiong Jiahui, haven't I already apologized to you? Don't you always catch my little mistakes and hold on to them?" !People can not escape from doing wrong?"

Xiong Jiahui glared at him: "I didn't mean that, I was afraid that you would come and tell me the result of the Champions League match in the early morning!"

Zou Yuze smiled happily and said, "Eh? How do you know that I'm here to tell you about the Champions League? Let me tell you, the Champions League this morning was wonderful... Mmmmm!"

He couldn't finish his sentence because Xiong Jiahui covered his mouth.

After finally breaking free from Xiong Jiahui, he asked in surprise: "What are you doing!"

"No spoilers!"

"What kind of spoiler is this?" Zou Yuze was confused, "You have to watch the replay, brother."

"I want to watch the replay as a live broadcast! If you know the results and scores of the game in advance, it will be boring!"

Zou Yuze stared dumbfounded at Xiong Jiahui who said so. After a while, he frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with your brain? You can gag me alone, but you can still gag the whole school What’s more, Director Hu didn’t say when to watch the replay, if he waits until next week to play the replay, can you guarantee that you won’t hear any news about that match in the past few days?”

Xiong Jiahui shook his head: "I don't care. Anyway, I won't be defeated!"

"alright……"

Seeing that Xiong Jiahui was so stubborn, Zou Yuze couldn't say anything else, so he just kept silent.

But he hummed in his heart: I want to see how long you can last without being spoiled!

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The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Zou Yuze saw that Xiong Jiahui walked out of the classroom door almost at the same time as the teacher, but the teacher was through the front door and he was through the back door...

The teacher kindly reminded him: "Hey Xiong Jiahui, don't run, slow down!"

Xiong Jiahui's voice came from a distance: "I can't hold it anymore, Teacher Wang!"

The students in the class laughed when they heard this.

Teacher Wang also shook his head with a helpless smile, and then left the classroom with the book under his arm.

Zou Yuze shook his head when he saw the classroom full of joy.

It was not until one second before the class bell rang that Xiong Jiahui returned to the classroom like a breeze.

As soon as he came back, some classmates jokingly asked him: "Xiong Jiahui, did you fall into the latrine?"

Xiong Jiahui ignored them and sat back in his seat.

Zou Zeyu at the same table immediately leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Where did you go?"

"Dumpster."

"Damn..." Zou Yuze, who had already moved closer to him, hastily pinched his nose and retreated. "Why are you running there?"

"There are fewer people there, so you won't be spoiled."

"..." Zou Yuze pinched his nose with one hand, and gave Xiong Jiahui a thumbs up with the other hand, "You are awesome!"

Teacher Sun, the teacher in charge, stepped onto the podium, and the monitor yelled, "Stand up!"

Zou Yuze and Xiong Jiahui stood up from their seats together and bowed to the head teacher: "Hello, teacher!"

"Hello students."

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The head teacher, Mr. Sun, was giving a lecture on the podium. Although Xiong Jiahui was sitting at the desk, he seemed to be listening carefully, but he was a little absent-minded and his mind was wandering.

His mind is now full of the game in the early hours of this morning.

What exactly is the end result? Did Holly win? What did Luo Kai do? How many goals are there? How did they get in?

He did a good job of preventing spoilers, but he felt like he was caught by a cat.

Ahhhhh! I really want to watch the game!

Just as Xiong Jiahui was scratching his head, he suddenly heard the voice of his classmates whispering from behind:

"...Hu Lai's ball is so imaginative..."

When Xiong Jiahui heard this sentence, he stood up suddenly from his seat and said loudly, "Report!"

Teacher Sun, the head teacher who was giving a lecture, cast his gaze over: "What's the matter?"

"Report to Teacher Sun! The two of them are talking in class!"

Xiong Jiahui turned sideways and pointed to the two classmates diagonally behind him.

The two people pointed at by him: (⊙�0�6⊙)(⊙�0�6⊙)

Zou Zeyu next to him: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

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Before the start of the school team training, Hu Lixin asked Coach Wang to call the fifth and sixth grade players individually, and he had something to announce.

However, after scanning the audience, he didn't see the figure that caught his attention, so he asked, "Where's Xiong Jiahui?"

Zou Yuze raised his hand first, and then pointed to the corner of the podium: "Director Hu, where is Xiong Jiahui..."

Hu Lixin turned his head in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw Xiong Jiahui poking his head out of the corner of the rostrum.

He couldn't hold back and shouted loudly: "Xiong Jiahui, what are you doing! You haven't come yet after training?! Hurry up!"

Although Xiong Jiahui was a little reluctant, he still ran over with his head down amidst the laughter of his teammates.

"Tell me, why didn't you come after training, what are you doing hiding there?" Hu Lixin crossed his arms and looked at Xiong Jiahui, who had a pleasing eyebrow.

"They kept talking about the Champions League, I don't want to be spoiled." Xiong Jiahui pointed to his teammates in front of him, and said aggrievedly.

Hu Lixin really didn't expect this to be the reason, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said dumbfoundedly: "That's it?"

"I've been defending for the whole day, Director Hu!"

Hu Lixin was speechless. He took a few deep breaths before adjusting his emotions, and then said: "It's just right, I asked you to come, just to inform you that today's training is temporarily cancelled, and I will watch the replay of the game instead. So you don't need anything Hiding in Tibet."

Xiong Jiahui was taken aback when he heard the words, and then cheered: "Good job!!"

Looking at the excited child in front of him, Hu Lixin smiled and shook his head.

Although very naughty, it is a headache.

But for some reason, Hu Lixin saw some shadow of his son Hu Lai in this child...

He suddenly felt a little emotional.

If I didn't suppress my son like that at the beginning, wouldn't Hu Lai's childhood memories be sweeter than bitter?