Fox in the Penalty Area

Sun Juan recalled the scene she saw in Zhang Qinghuan's ward just now.

It was hard for her to believe that it was the man who smiled and said thank you to him yesterday. She didn't understand why there was such a big change.

He leaned on the bed, and the room was dark without turning on the lights or drawing the curtains.

So she went in and turned on the light for him, only to hear him roar angrily, "Turn it off! Turn off the light!"

She was so scared that she quickly turned off the light again.

When the darkness returned to the room, the angry voice also disappeared, only long breaths.

She couldn't see Zhang Qinghuan's face clearly, and didn't know his expression, but she could feel that there was a wild animal in the room, which made her feel scared.

She even thought of Zhang Qinghuan's evil deeds that her colleagues told her.

This made her dare not take it in the ward for a second, and ran out quickly.

When she returned to the nurse's station, her heart was still beating very fast, so she could only lower her head and cover up her panic and fear by sorting out the materials.

At this moment, a slightly magnetic voice sounded in front of her: "Excuse me, nurse, what ward is Zhang Qinghuan...in?"

Sun Juan raised her head and looked at the other party unexpectedly and vigilantly, a middle-aged man with gray hair at the temples but black hair in the middle.

"Who are you?" Sun Juan asked with a frown.

Director Yang specifically explained to them that, except for the general manager and head coach of the club, no one is allowed to know where Zhang Qinghuan is.

"Ah, I'm his manager..." The middle-aged man smiled at the dedicated little nurse, and was not offended by her direct question.

"Agent? Wait..." Sun Juan picked up the phone and called Director Yang.

"Director Yang, I'm here at the nurse's station... Someone said he was Zhang Qinghuan's manager, and asked me what ward he was in...Okay, okay."

She hung up the phone and said to the visitor: "Just wait a moment, our director Yang will come right away, and he will take you there."

"Okay, thank you." The middle-aged man stepped aside politely and stood against the wall.

Sun Juan secretly looked at the other party: Is this person Zhang Qinghuan's manager? It seems very polite,

A very reasonable person, why can't he manage his players? Let him go to nightclubs and bars to play with girls every day... Hey, you manager treats your players well!

Just when Sun Juan was thinking wildly, Yang Hua walked over from his office, and when he saw Yong Jun, he reached out and shook hands with him: "Director Zhao and Manager Dong have told me, you come with me , I'll take you to see him."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, Doctor Yang."

"No trouble, no trouble, as long as you can help Zhang Qinghuan..."

Yang Hua said and walked ahead to lead the way, and Yong Jun followed behind.

Sun Juan leaned out from the nurse's station and saw two people walking straight towards the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.

Then at the door of the ward, the manager said something to Director Yang, and he pushed the door open and went in by himself.

Director Yang didn't follow in, but turned around and walked back when he saw the door was closed.

Sun Juan quickly retracted her body, lowered her head and pretended that she was busy.

Until she heard Director Yang's voice: "No one is allowed to approach that side."

Sun Juan nodded quickly: "Ah, yes, yes, Director Yang..."

Then he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Director Yang, what happened to that Zhang Qinghuan...? I just went in for rounds and he yelled at me..."

Hearing what Sun Juan said, Yang Hua who was about to leave stopped, stared at her and asked, "What did he say to you?"

"Uh, he just told me to turn off the light..."

"Didn't you say anything else?"

"It's gone... Director Yang, what's going on, he smiled and thanked me yesterday..."

"Don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with you." Yang Hua waved his hand, turned and walked towards his office.

Sun Juan frowned, leaned out again, and cast her eyes on Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

The sound of Director Yang's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and it was very quiet on this floor.

She didn't hear any movement coming from Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

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As soon as Yong Jun walked into Zhang Qinghuan's ward, he couldn't help frowning—the room was too dark, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Regarding his arrival, the person on the bed didn't express anything, not even a movement, as if he didn't care who came in.

Yong Jun didn't speak, and turned his gaze to the closed curtains.

Obviously when he came today, it was a sunny day in Jincheng.

So he went to the window and flung the curtains open.

With a bang, brilliant sunlight poured in from the glass window, saving half of the room from darkness.

"What are you doing?!" An exclamation came from the bed behind Yong Jun.

He looked back, and saw a figure curled up on the bed, covering his eyes and half of his face with his hands, as if he was terrified and burned by the sun.

He ignored the person on the bed, and continued to go to the second window to do the same, and opened the curtains.

Now the whole room is filled with afternoon sunlight, and the slender dust that has been stirred up slowly floats in the room and falls gently.

"Draw it! Draw the curtain! I tell you to draw the curtain!"

"Are you a vampire, Zhang Qinghuan?" Yong Jun snorted. "Death by seeing the light?"

Hearing this voice, the yelling Zhang Qinghuan suddenly fell silent. He looked through his fingers and asked in an uncertain tone, "Yong... Yong... Uncle?"

"Yes, you still recognize me. It looks like you haven't been taken over by a vampire. You are still the Zhang Qinghuan I know."

"Uncle Yong, why... are you here?" Before Zhang Qinghuan could react, he stared blankly at the middle-aged man he used to be very familiar with.

"Your mother asked me to come to see you. Although she really wants to come, you know that she is not in good health." Yong Jun looked at Zhang Qinghuan in front of him and said.

His face has not changed much from what he saw on TV before, and he does not have the unshaven and scruffy look that is often seen in literary works. After all, it has only been two days, and the beard has not had time to grow too much... Besides, How many beards can a little hairy kid under the age of twenty-three have?

But his eyes dimmed a lot. Even though the room is very bright now, there was no light in those eyes. Hearing Yong Jun's words, they became even darker.

"Where's your manager?" Yong Jun looked around the ward and asked, "What's the matter with that? I just lied to the little nurse at the nurse's station that I was your manager, and the little nurse actually believed it. Look. It looks like the guy surnamed Xu hasn't come?"

"He called me to comfort me..."

"Oh! That's awesome!" Yong Jun slapped his hands and said with an exaggerated expression: "It's amazing that he even knows to call you to comfort you, tsk tsk! What did he say on the phone? Is there a piggyback on it? intending to terminate the contract with you?"

"No……"

"It's not too far away. He's just waiting for the club's official announcement. Don't worry, it won't be long. The club will arrange reporters to interview you tomorrow. When you give your retirement speech, the club will terminate your contract." ...By the way, the money you have earned in these years is almost done by your kid, right?"

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Yong Jun suddenly remembered that what the little guy named "Hu Lai" said to him in the office of the head coach of Shining Star, he happened to say it to Zhang Qinghuan intact.

So he sneered: "How about it? Do you want to sign me to be your agent again? Although we don't play football anymore, you are still a celebrity, and it is easier to make money than ordinary people... I give You find a variety show to be a guest, you don’t need to sing or dance, you just need to go to a plastic surgery hospital to have a micro-plastic surgery, and then just sit on the stage, be a mascot, and let the judges and teachers evaluate the effect of your plastic surgery , and what else needs plastic surgery... Yes, it is a plastic surgery variety show. I can also help you run it, and be the spokesperson of that plastic surgery hospital. You can also get money. When you are older, you can also get it for free Hyaluronic acid, eternal youth... What do you think?"

"Uncle Yong, if you're here to mock me and see my jokes..." Zhang Qinghuan became a little impatient when he heard Yong Jun talking nonsense.

"Of course I'm here to mock you! I'm not just here to mock you, to see your jokes! I'm still here to beat you up!" Yong Jun interrupted Zhang Qinghuan roughly, and roared emotionally.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, swung his arms round and slapped Zhang Qinghuan hard.

"Crack!" A crisp sound drew Zhang Qinghuan's face aside.

"Drunk driving! Fuck it twice! Good luck, kid! Why didn't you kill yourself!"

"Crack!" Another crisp sound pulled Zhang Qinghuan's face back.

The sudden two slaps stunned Zhang Qinghuan, he didn't even cover his face with his hands, he just looked at Yong Jun in astonishment.

Yong Jun gritted his teeth and said to him, "This is for your father!"

Zhang Qinghuan's mouth squirmed twice, but no sound came out, and he buried his head deeply.

"If Lao Zhang knows that the son he has worked so hard to cultivate is finally reduced to the point where he is about to retire at the age of 23, he will beat me harder than me! I only slap you twice. Both of your legs are broken, believe it or not?"

Yong Jun really trained Zhang Qinghuan as if he was training his own son.

"Sometimes I wonder, does Lao Zhang take good care of you? Since your elementary school, he has been with you, taking you to learn how to play football, and taking you to play games. No matter home or away, he always Watching you from the sidelines all the time...gets you used to having him around. So once...he's gone, you don't know how to walk anymore, do you?"

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and did not answer his words.

Seeing that he was so silent, Yong Jun became even more irritable, and he scolded: "You little brat who won't grow up!"

Then he said: "I'll come back tomorrow. You should think about my suggestion and go to that plastic surgery variety show. Don't think I'm joking with you. If you can't play football, do you still count on your mother's salary to support you?" ? You have to work hard to make money! Do those jobs that you looked down upon before!"

After speaking, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.

When the door was closed, only Zhang Qinghuan was left in the room.

Sitting on the bed, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sunny room, where there were no outsiders.

Then he turned his head slowly to the window, looking out from the window on the fifth floor, he could see a small street in the distance.

This is a very unusual small street, because it is close to the Institute of Physical Education, and there are many small restaurants on the street. Looking from his position, he could see students from the School of Physical Education going in and out of those restaurants in twos and threes, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

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Seeing Zhang Qinghuan's manager walk to the nurse's station, Sun Juan smiled and nodded to herself, and then left straight away.

She looked in the direction of Director Yang's office, and now she was the only one in the nurse's station, and everyone else went to make rounds.

So she decided to take a sneak look at Zhang Qinghuan, without opening the door or disturbing him, just outside the door, standing on tiptoe to take a look through the glass window on the door.

She was really curious about what the agent said to Zhang Qinghuan after he came, and whether Zhang Qinghuan's mood could be improved...

Sun Juan tiptoed to the outside of the ward, tiptoed to probe, and saw the situation in the ward.

She was surprised, but also very happy, that the sun was shining brightly in the ward where the curtains were tightly closed and the lights were not opened. All the curtains were drawn and the windows were bright.

She found Zhang Qinghuan sitting up on the bed, wearing a hospital gown, he looked a little thin under the sunlight.

He was looking away from the window.

The afternoon sun shone on his fair face, giving off a hazy gleam.

He just sat on the bed motionless, turned his head to look out the window, like a white marble sculpture, with melancholy and deep eyes.

The little nurse finally understood why there are so many women who are willing to risk their lives even though they know he is a scumbag...

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Zhang Qinghuan remembered that when he was a child, there was such a small street near the sports school where he learned to play football, and there were all kinds of cheap small restaurants that don't seem to be high-grade now.

Every time he finished practice, if he performed well, his father would take him to the side street and let him choose a restaurant to reward him.

Football was his childhood hobby, yes, but when this hobby turned into training sessions several times a week, basic practice day after day, and physical work under the scolding and supervision of the coach, it was hard to avoid. .

At that time, for him, being able to have a toothbrush ceremony in the small restaurant in that street was the happiest thing after training.

Sometimes, in order to be able to eat a meal there, he will be motivated in training and perform better than other children.

The coach told his father who came to pick him up that he was very talented, and his father was very happy, but they didn't know that he just wanted to eat a good meal at first...

After eating, he sat on the back seat of his father's bicycle, put his little hand into the pocket of his father's coat from behind, leaned on his back, closed his eyes, and swayed home.

But then one winter night, my father took him and fell on the way home. His knee was scratched and bled a little, which scared my father. Since then, Dad never took him to play football on a bicycle, but instead took him to take the bus to the subway.

He could no longer sit on the back seat of the bicycle and hug his father's waist. Of course, he had grown a lot at that time, and his legs would touch the ground when he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, which was very uncomfortable, and his father was tired from pedaling.

That's not the enjoyment of dangling, but the torture of stretching your legs all the way.

He still remembers telling his father that when he earns money, he must buy a car for his father, so that no matter it is windy or rainy, he will not have to work so hard to watch his game.

But his father told him to buy a house first. In order to support him in playing football, he sold the family house by himself. My mother was angry for a long time because of this. So he had to buy a house first, and settle his mother's worries.

But then housing prices in the capital skyrocketed, and even if he became a professional player, he would not be able to afford a three-bedroom house so easily. So until now, my mother is still renting a house in the capital...

Looking at that ordinary little street, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly remembered many past events about him and his father.

Many of them are memories that he has deliberately closed since three years ago.

Now it's all pouring out, and it can't be stopped, like a rushing flood, completely submerging him.

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PS, it's the last day of this month. If you still have a monthly pass, you might as well vote for this book.

Also, I recommend "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens. I've been looking for an opportunity to insert this song seamlessly into the plot, but unfortunately, I couldn't find the right opportunity. After all, it is not like a film and television work, which can directly play BGM while showing the picture. If I start inserting lyrics directly and abruptly, it will only make readers feel that I am counting words again...

So even though I think the lyrics of this song are very suitable for Zhang Qinghuan's plot, there is no way to use it in the book, so I have to recommend it at the end of the chapter.

The chapter name of the previous chapter actually comes from this song.