Chapter 12

Ben Wallen arranged the tactical details for the team in the next few days in the office, and also studied the opponents for the next few games. When he went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, he suddenly remembered Zhou Liran.

"Where's Ritter? Have you gone out to play?"

"When I came here, he was still training with Coker on the court." The assistant coach sitting aside put down the knife and fork in his hand and turned to look at Ben Wallen. "Didn't you say in the morning that you wanted Ritter to go around for a while? The kid was going out, but when he saw our staff cleaning the footballs, he went over and found a cart to clean the footballs himself."

" What he said, well..." The assistant coach put his finger on his temple and pressed it a few times, recalling bit by bit what the staff relayed to him at that time, "Ritter said football is their goalkeeper's best partner. If you haven't seen Forget it, since he saw it, he didn't have to be busy training, so he helped clean his partner. The more familiar their goalkeeper is with his partner, the higher the success rate of the save, because, well... Ritter said a Chinese proverb, which roughly means that the deeper he understands football, the easier it will be for him to succeed in football. "

Ben Wallen's brows couldn't be tolerated since the assistant coach started talking. He wrinkled up, and the wrinkles became tighter and tighter as the assistant coach's words. After the other person finished speaking, he couldn't wait to speak: "What nonsense is this? How can cleaning football be related to the improvement of football skills?"

"Yes, There is absolutely no relationship between the two. This is false at first sight." The assistant coach nodded with deep understanding. "Everyone now thinks that this kid just wants to help wash the football. Although he doesn't talk much, We old people all know that this kid has the best personality among the players. I remember that he seemed to have been trying to save money to buy a house nearby and move out. He usually spends money very frugally, but you see he just got it yesterday. The bonuses were given out to treat his teammates because they were in a bad mood.

"This kid is really good," the assistant coach also has a son, who is about the same age as Zhou Liran. He is at the age where he is rebellious and longs for freedom. His lethality once made the assistant coach. I regret having a child. "In order to prove that what he said is true, he deliberately pushed the footballs that he had cleaned to the field for training. What was the result? He continued to be slapped in the face. It was completely different from before. What's the difference?"

"That's right," Ben Warren sighed softly, "He's short of money, no wonder. Then I'll go to Arneson's place later."

"He probably has to. I'm so annoyed with you."

"What's wrong? Is this his job? If he doesn't want to do it, then there are other people who want to do it." "Of course, I'm with

you."

Tell me..."

The two people muttered together and continued talking. Zhou Liran, who was still training on the court, expressionlessly reached out and pressed the football he wanted to pop out after smashing it. His heart was filled with confusion. barren.

After shutting up the system, although he was already feeling guilty, Zhou Liran still cleaned all the footballs on the cart according to his original plan, and then took the footballs directly to the court and called up the football players who finally got up and came down to wander. Coker practices with him.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Liran had good news and bad news.

The good news is that cleaning the football is indeed effective. The first football he cleaned did not act coquettishly towards him during training, but just threw himself into his arms and was very gentle.

The bad news is that this only works on the first football.

The rest of the football was still smashed as it should be, without any ambiguity at all.

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He is going to ask the team for money to clean the football. Can he succeed? Can it give him a little bit of spiritual comfort?

The same goes for the rest of football. Although the time is different, didn't he clean it seriously in the end?

Then he has no merit but also trouble! Even if I continue to hit him, can the force be a little smaller? Do you have to worry about a little thing like first and second?

[Host, football is a non-living thing and does not produce the complex emotions that living things have. Everything is imitating concepts...]

'Isn't it okay for me to complain in my heart? I can’t say anything, why don’t you let me think about it? If I even think about being put under control, is that also illegal? '

[But the host, 33 can hear it. ]

'You know, I didn't actually want you to hear it. 'Zhou Liran put the football in the cart, and then followed Coker to the canteen, "Don't your main systems think this is too intrusive on the privacy of our host?"

[Then host, do you need psychological counseling? 】

Zhou Liran: ...

change the topic directly, right?

[Host, do you need psychological counseling? ]

'Need to use points? Then I don't want it. '

[Yes, host... host, the first time is actually free. ]

'Okay, leave it to me first, and we'll talk about it when we get back tonight. '

...

"Ritter, do you want to continue training in the afternoon?"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Liran turned to look at Coker, "You also want to continue training in the afternoon?"

"No, no, no," Coker said quickly Waving his hands with a look on his face, he said, "I'm going out to play in the afternoon, what about you? You don't want to continue training, right?"

"No," Zhou Liran shook his head firmly, "I'll go back to the dormitory to sleep in the afternoon."

"Huh? " "

What are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing." Coker shook his head, but still looked at Zhou Liran with very surprised eyes.

Zhou Liran was confused. After eating, he walked around a few times to digest, and then went back to the dormitory to rest. However, as soon as he got into bed and pulled the quilt over his stomach, the door of his dormitory was opened a little bit. Pushing it open, Coker stuck his head through the crack of the opened door, and his eyes widened when he saw Zhou Liran lying on the bed.

"You, you really slept?"

Zhou Liran was stunned for a moment, "What else? Are you still pretending to sleep?"

"What? Did you really sleep in the afternoon?"

"It's true!"

The door was suddenly closed. After pushing away, several team members who had gone home yesterday without seeing anyone appeared outside Zhou Liran's room.

"Rite, you are really ready to sleep!"

Zhou Liran: ...

I'm so damn meowing, right now, aren't I just lying on the bed like me meowing! If I don't sleep, what am I doing?

"Ritter, you seem to have never slept in the afternoon. Are you in a bad mood?"

"Yes, I came to the youth training camp with you. You didn't do this when you were 13 years old. At that time, everyone practiced I cried while lying on the bed and didn't want to go to training. It was you who pulled us to the field one by one. We were the only ones in the dormitory who were not scolded by the coach at that time..."

"I had a nightmare last night, dreaming that football turned into Someone asked me to be responsible for her, otherwise she would beat me. I couldn't fall asleep after being frightened, so I'm a little sleepy now and ready to take a nap." Zhou Liran sat up and emphasized very seriously: "I really am. I’m just a little sleepy because I didn’t sleep enough.”

【Really? Host, have you really had such a dream? 】

"Oh my god! Ritter, you, you dreamed that football changed and turned into a woman?"

"Yes, Ritter, you haven't had a girlfriend until now. No wonder you have this dream."

"Then you Go to bed first, Rite. I will take you on a date another day. My girlfriend and her friends are all beautiful. I will introduce them to you then."

"And I, my sister can also introduce you to her..."

"It's not what you mean. Ah? Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t introduce your sister to us even if you were beaten to death?”

“Then can you compare with Rite? I introduced my sister to Rite to let her embrace happiness, and I introduced you to me. My sister is pushing the fire pit..."

"Who is the fire pit? You are the ****..."

A group of people left the room noisily so that Zhou Liran could start to rest. But Zhou Liran kept sitting on the bed without moving, not even thinking about anything.

[Host, you really have such a dream! ]

[Congratulations to the host! ]

[Host, do you want to go out and form romantic relationships with girls tomorrow? You...]

'I didn't dream! '

a bunch of idiots! What serious person would have such a dream? How come these guys don’t even have the questioning spirit that the system has? Whenever you ask if it's true, he'll just say it's a joke. He's just tired and wants to rest, and then let them leave in the end.

"Stop dreaming," Zhou Liran snorted softly and buried his head in the pillow. "Just give up. I will never be in a relationship with any woman in my life."

[Men can do it too... …]

'I will not be bound to a love relationship with any living thing. Just give up. After I die, you can go and date the next person. '

...

At first, Zhou Liran didn't take today's events seriously.

But when the team staff stopped him and expressed their willingness to introduce his daughter to him, Zhou Liran was a little shocked to find that those guys actually made the dream they made up known to everyone.

Even coach Ben Wallen couldn't help but ask him after the training, "Are you ready to fall in love recently?"

"You can talk, but it's best not to affect your usual training and your game state, understand. "

Zhou Liran: ...

Zhou Liran silently picked up the football on the lawn and held it in his arms, "No, coach, you misunderstood. In my heart, football is my girlfriend."