Fox in the Penalty Area

Song Jiajia turned into Xiyuan Street with her schoolbag on her back, and the school gate was 150 meters ahead.

Today was different from usual. Before entering the campus, many students of Dongchuan Middle School would raise their heads and pay attention to the school gate.

This is very strange. People come in and out of this gate every day, and few people will raise their heads to care about the scenery above their heads.

Why does everyone stop before entering the campus today, and look up at the school gate?

After Song Jiajia walked forward for tens of meters, she finally understood what everyone was looking at.

Although he was on the side, he could already see a red banner above the school gate, hanging below the four golden copper characters of "Dongchuan Middle School".

He went around to the other side of the small street and saw clearly the words on the banner:

"Warm congratulations to our school's football team for reaching the final of the National High School Football Championship!"

"Damn, it's time to arrange noodles..." Song Jiajia couldn't help sighing after seeing this scene.

Although he already knew that Hu Lai and the others had reached the finals of the national competition, Song Jiajia still felt very shocked to see this banner swaying gently in the wind at the school gate, receiving the attention of all the teachers and students in the school.

People around him constantly stopped at the school gate, looked up at the banner, and then whispered:

"Our school's football team is really strong! This is the second time we participated in the national competition and reached the final..."

"And it was the last runner-up who defeated it!"

"Have you seen the video of the game on the Internet? Hu Lai is such a thief! Haha!"

"I looked at it, is this okay? I thought it was a foul..."

"How could it be a foul? The rules allow it. How else can I say a chicken thief? Ordinary people, who would think that a cat is behind the goalkeeper waiting for him to put the football down?"

"It's really funny, please ask the Chongwen Middle School goalkeeper's psychological shadow area..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Jiajia also smiled when she heard the words, then looked back with this smile, and stepped into the school gate.

After he entered the campus,

I also found that the bulletin wall in the front right was full of students.

There were so many people around, that the people behind couldn't see the content on the bulletin wall at all, and didn't understand why they gathered here.

Song Jiajia didn't even move forward, because he knew he wouldn't be able to squeeze in, unless he went to eat a bowl of snail noodles like Hu Lai...

But he didn't need to squeeze in to know what was said inside.

Someone was reading aloud: "... next Monday at four o'clock in the afternoon, each class will organize students to watch the live broadcast of the national competition finals in the classroom! Cheer for the school football team!"

"Wow! That's great!!" The people outside cheered.

As long as there is no class, everyone thinks it is a good thing.

Even if you don't like football, you must cheer for your school's football team.

Hearing this notice, Song Jiajia couldn't help opening her mouth.

After being "baptized" by the banner at the door, he thought that this was the noodles, but he didn't expect that there would be even bigger noodles!

In order for the students to watch the live broadcast of the game and cheer for the school team, they even take up class time!

This kind of generosity... Song Jiajia has only seen it during the two sessions of the country. In order to let the senior high school students understand the current affairs hotspots of this year and prepare for the college entrance examination, the senior high school students will watch the press conference of the two sessions on the projection TV in the classroom.

And now, the football team of Dongchuan Middle School also enjoys the same treatment as the two sessions...

Awesome!

Song Jiajia gave a thumbs up from the bottom of her heart.

It's truly the number one sport in the world.

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Zhai Guangming stood in front of the window of the principal's office, looking towards the school gate through the open window.

From a high position, he could clearly see the dense crowd in front of the announcement wall, all of them were attracted by the notice with his signature.

In fact, Zhai Guangming was under enormous pressure to make this decision.

After all, this involves a lot of adjustments in teaching work. Although there is a self-study class on Monday afternoon, it takes 40 minutes for a class, and 90 minutes for a game including injury time. One normal teaching session will be affected.

In the end, it was Zhai Guangming who used his personal prestige to forcibly decide this matter. As for the affected teaching courses, he can find self-study courses to make up for it later.

The most important thing is to cheer for Dongchuan Middle School football team.

After all, the self-study class is not only available on the afternoon of next Monday, but the Dongchuan Middle School football team can reach the final of the national competition, but only next Monday can be seen.

Which is the priority? Still need to discuss?

Hearing the cheers from the bulletin wall, a smile appeared on Zhai Guangming's wrinkled face.

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Standing in the sentry box at the gate of the community, Hu Lixin raised his hand to salute every owner who passed in front of him, and repeated it countless times, almost reflexively: "Good evening, welcome home. "

After standing on this shift, wait for his colleague to finish dinner and then come to replace him, and he can get off work.

Then ride the battery car home and have a simple dinner with my wife. Before going to bed at night, while my son is not at home, do something with my wife...

Just have a perfect day.

At this time, a middle-aged man and a child in the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School came from outside.

Hu Lixin knew whose children these were, and he knew them, but they probably didn't know him.

His gaze stayed on the other party's Dongchuan Middle School uniform for a short while, then moved away.

He didn't know if this person was his son's classmate, but he didn't intend to let the other party know this, nor let his son know it.

He didn't want his son's classmates to know that his son had a father who worked as a security guard in their community. In that case, what would he think of Hu Lai? Will they laugh at Hu Lai, will they look down on him and exclude him?

After all, everyone goes to the same middle school, but some fathers can live in a high-end community, while some fathers can only work as security guards in this high-end community.

Seeing them coming, Hu Lixin raised his hand to salute.

Just when he was about to send him home greetings habitually, he heard the boy in the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School say to the middle-aged man beside him: "By the way, Dad, do you know that something happened in our school?" What a big deal! The school football team actually made it to the final of the national competition! And in order to cheer for the school team, two classes will be canceled next Monday, and they will be changed to watch the live broadcast of the game! Are you exaggerating..."

The boy's excited voice became smaller and smaller. They had already passed through the gate at the gate and entered the garden-like community.

Until they walked in, Hu Lixin didn't say the greeting home. He maintained a salute posture and fell into a huge doubt.

Although there was no evidence, he relied on his intuition to realize that what the Dongchuan Middle School student said had something to do with his son.

It's very simple. During this period of time, my son has not been at home. His mother said that he went to participate in a social practice activity of a science and technology group. He also participated in one last year, so Hu Lixin had no doubts at that time.

Although the time to go out this year is longer than last year, my wife also said that it is only because the time for social practice activities is different every year.

With his consistent trust in his wife, Hu Lixin believed everything.

But now he feels that he may have been deceived.

His son should not be going to participate in the social practice activities of some science and technology group, but to play this national competition!

It's just that he still doesn't understand how his son, who can even wrestle while running on flat roads, got into the school team. Since this team has the strength to participate in the finals of the national competition, it stands to reason that they shouldn't be able to think highly of their son...

Thinking of this, he looked back at Lao Fan in the guard room who was looking at his phone while eating, and urged in a rare voice: "Has Lao Fan finished eating?"

"I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine soon." While speaking, Lao Fan withdrew his gaze from staring at the phone screen, and then dug the last bite of rice from the stainless steel lunch box into his mouth.

Then he put away his mobile phone, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, ran out from inside, and said to Hu Lixin with a smile, "What delicious food did my brother and sister cook for you in such a hurry to go home?"

Hu Lixin squeezed out a smile, did not answer his colleagues, and handed over to Lao Fan the job of standing on the sentry box to welcome the owner home.

Then he turned around and took out his mobile phone, opened the browser and searched for "National Competition, Dongchuan Middle School", and a post on Tieba was ranked first in the search results, and it was accompanied by a picture.

"Hu Lai 'stealed' a final chance for Dongchuan Middle School!"

There is no need to click in to see the picture, just by the name on the title, Hu Lixin can be 100% sure that his son really went to participate in the National High School Football Championship...

His face instantly darkened, like the sky during a total solar eclipse.

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