Chapter 137: it is true!

Sun Juan stood in the crowd, wearing the No. 10 Chinese team jersey and holding a light board with "Qing Huan" in her hand.
Just like the people around, she looks like Zhang Qinghuan's fan... No, it doesn't look like she is.
There are so many people here, almost all of them are women. While waiting for the person they were waiting for, everyone bowed their heads, swiped their phones, or chatted with their companions.
Sun Juan didn't chat with anyone because she came alone.
For today's matter, she also specially and at the same time adjusted the rest.
She looked up and looked around.
Except for this piece of them, wherever they can see, they are all fans in red.
Most of them are women like Sun Juan, and a small part are men.
Those male fans should have come to greet Hu Lai...
Sun Juan thought so in her heart.
She is not a fan of Hu Lai, but she has a good impression of Hu Lai.
Because she read some gossip on the Internet, it is said that the reason why Zhang Qinghuan, whom she likes, was able to turn back the prodigal son, Hu Lai's credit is very great, and it can even be said to be a key person-without Hu Lai, there may not be today's Zhang Qinghuan.
When she first saw this statement, Sun Juan was still surprised, and she didn't believe it.
After all, in her eyes, although Hu Lai is very good on the court and can always score goals, he seems to be like a child who has not grown up off the court. This can be seen in various gossips and anecdotes about Hu Lai, and there are endless stories about Hu Lai.
Hu Lai's own official Weibo account was initially operated in a serious manner, no different from other star accounts.
Now the style has changed drastically, I don't know if it's self-defeating and resignation. However, many fans think that Hu Lai’s account should be managed by him, not handed over to a public relations company...
Such a non-positive Hu Lai is not like the kind of "life mentor" who can solve other people's difficulties. How can he change a "prodigal son" who was abandoned by countless people before?
But later, as there were more and more discussions about this matter on the Internet, some of the internal news came out of the team, such as "Hu Lai does not abandon and does not give up", and "Hu Lai devotes his plan to death and then lives"... Talk about this matter with nose and eyes.
Coupled with the good relationship between Zhang Qinghuan and Hu Lai, it is basically true that Hu Lai is indeed the key person who helped Zhang Qinghuan "return the prodigal son".
Since Hu Lai really helped Zhang Qinghuan on the right path, Sun Juan loved Wu Wu and Hu Lai naturally found it pleasing to the eye.
It is really a blessing for Qinghuan to meet Hu Lai!
Just as Sun Juan was thinking about it, there was a commotion from the front fans, and there was a scream.
Sun Juan quickly cheered up and raised the light sign in her hand.
She knew that Zhang Qinghuan was coming out!
Although it was not squeezed to the front, it didn't matter. Sun Juan didn't come here to let Zhang Qinghuan see herself—how could she be seen by Zhang Qinghuan with so many people at the scene?
She came only to welcome Zhang Qinghuan.
Just like many sisters around me.
It just simply expresses the love for Zhang Qinghuan, and does not expect anything in return.
To be able to be here and now, she is already very satisfied.
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"So it's not like nonsense?"
Dominic Laski had already received his checked luggage, but he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he waited for Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan. At the same time, he opened his eyes to confirm those rumors to Zhang Qinghuan.
Zhang Qinghuan shook his head very firmly: "It's not like what Hu said."
Although he could see the obvious disappointment on Lasky's face, he also decided to harden his heart and tell the truth.
Being touted by others will certainly satisfy temporary vanity. But Zhang Qinghuan knew that they were all fakes.
It doesn't matter if Hu Lai brags about herself, but if she brags like that... there will be a problem.
Besides, he is a football player. He hopes that he is admired by other players because of his football skills, rather than relying on these imaginary pick-up skills...
"...In short, you have to believe that all the nonsense is made up by him and exaggerated. He is purely to make you happy, nonsense!" Finally Zhang Qinghuan explained it again.
Hu Lai rolled his eyes next to him: "How do you say it, Brother Huan? What nonsense did I say? I made up the "beautiful woman chasing Qinghuan under the lamp"?"
Zhang Qinghuan glared at him: "Who said I would change a woman a day?"
"Well, I'll change to Brother Huan next time and change a woman a week..."
"Do you want to have another time?!"
Before Hu Lai had time to speak, the three had already pushed the luggage cart to the exit.
At this time they had heard the noise coming from outside.
When they turned out from behind the wall, the previous noise, like the gurgling water of a small stream, suddenly transformed into a waterfall that was roaring and falling from a hundred feet high!
"QingHuan!!!"
All kinds of screams, cheers, and roars are mixed together.
The flash was overwhelming, and the shutter sound resounded.
In front of them are densely packed female fans, screaming and waving their arms, they are holding LED lights, posters, jerseys...
If it were not for the strong security forces at the scene, no one would doubt that they would definitely rush directly to Zhang Qinghuan.
Lasky stood on the spot, as if the Three Views had been greatly impacted, and his heart was greatly shocked. He heard that Chinese people have always been humble, but he never felt that way with Hu Lai, so he thought it was a rumor, and the Chinese were not humble.
But now that he saw the scene before him, he knew that BroHuan's denial just now was just being humble, because all the legends Hu Lai told were... true!
Zhang Qinghuan, who was caught off guard, also stood there, forgetting to respond to the shouts of the enthusiastic fans.
Only Hu Lai laughed so hard behind them.
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"This afternoon, the overseas nationals Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan have arrived in Jincheng and joined the national team here... Although they have gone through a long flight, the spirit of the two internationals is still very good. They came to greet the reporters and at the airport. Their fans waved, with smiles on their faces..."
Through the live footage from the news, we can see that there are many people inside and outside the terminal building of Dongsheng International Airport in Jincheng.
In addition to the people who knew they were reporters at a glance, there were also many fans.
And these fans are mostly women.
The camera was taken from behind the encircling circle formed by the fans. Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan waved to these enthusiastic fans with smiles frontally. It's just that if you look closely, you will find that the smiles of both people are a little strange...
"Look, Yu, see!" Jorge Dillon pointed to the TV screen and said to the translator next to him, Yu Jintao, "Such a spectacular scene is just to welcome the two internationals, not the entire Chinese team. This shows how much attention has been paid to everything about the Chinese team in this country. Our pressure is not light!"
Yu Jintao said: "In fact, it's okay, Jorge. The Football Association has clearly told us that it will not make any requirements for the results of this China Cup. That is to say, even if we are the last one, you will not be criticized. "
"No, Yu. It is not the pressure of this China Cup, but the pressure of the past four years." Dillon shook his head. "I have never felt so deeply before. I have not been the head coach of the national team... But the pressure that the head coach of the Chinese team has to face is definitely better than that of any team I have coached before. Because of your country. There are 1.5 billion people. Even if these people are not all fans, they will definitely pay attention to the game of the Chinese team as the national representative. From now on until the end of the World Cup, in the past few years, we will all Under tremendous pressure."
Yu Jintao thought that Dillon felt too much pressure and couldn't do it well, and wanted to comfort him a few more words.
Unexpectedly, the old man laughed himself: "I think ~EbookFREE.me~ can bring happiness and hope to 1.5 billion people... It is really meaningful to treat this as the last job in my career. ! After all, what could be more amazing than making 1.5 billion people happy?"
Yu Jintao did not expect that Dillon's consciousness was so high that he would not need a political commissar...
"The greater the pressure, the greater the sense of accomplishment. When I return to Europe and go to the old guys to brag, no one can brag about me! After all, the team I coach has 1.5 billion people. Support! Ha!"
Yu Jintao didn't know how to evaluate this old naughty boy, so he could only laugh.
After laughing, Dillon suddenly became serious again: "It is also because we shoulder the expectations of 1.5 billion people, so starting from today, we must show our true ability to transform this team. The task is arduous, Yu."
Yu Jintao shrugged and spread his hands: "Your task is arduous, Jorge. I'm just a translator and a microphone."
"Translation is also very important. You are the bridge between me and the team!" Dillon pointed to himself.
"Jorge, have you forgotten? In the team, I am not the only one who can do the translation." Yu Jintao laughed.
Dillon froze for a moment, and then realized that his translation was correct.
Because there are many European players in this Chinese team, in fact, many people don't have too many language problems, and communication is much smoother.
Moreover, there is also a Hu Lai who is proficient in various languages ​​in the team. Yu Jintao, the burden of translators, seems to be really not that heavy...
"Damn..." Dillon grumbled. "I knew that the Football Association should cut your salary in half!"
But after he complained, he laughed again: "I really look forward to coaching those cute boys more and more!"
He rubbed his hands, looking impatient.