Chapter 54: Put it to death and live

Zhao Kangming discussed with Chen Mo in his office how the team would adjust if Zhang Qinghuan was reimbursed for the season.
I heard a knock on the door outside.
"Come in."
After the door was pushed open, the two people in the room were a little surprised: "What are you doing, Hu Lai?"
It was Hu Lai who opened the door and entered.
Hu Lai smiled and said, "Director Zhao, Director Chen, I want to inquire about Zhang Qinghuan's injury... how is it?"
His words surprised both coaches, and they looked at each other.
Zhao Kangming said: "I don't know the result yet."
Hu Lai was disappointed.
Chen Mo asked curiously: "Why are you so caring about Zhang Qinghuan's injury, Hu Lai?"
Hu Lai scratched his head: "Didn't you tell him to persuade him to turn back?"
Both coaches were taken aback: "You really want to..."
Hu Lai nodded: "Yes, I really want to save him."
Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Zhao Kangming's cell phone rang, and he picked it up: "Hello, Doctor Yang? Yes, how do you say? Zhang Qinghuan..."
Standing in the office and not leaving, Hu Lai heard Director Zhao say the name "Zhang Qinghuan", and immediately pricked his ears, and he moved two steps forward to eavesdrop on the content of the call.
Zhao Kangming was calling intently and didn't see it. Chen Mo cast a glance at Hu Lai and noticed his small movements.
The call continues over there.
"Oh, it's like this? That's good, that's good..." Zhao Kangming was obviously relieved when he spoke.
Both Chen Mo and Hu Lai stared at him, judging from his expression and tone of voice, it seemed that it should be good news?
"Okay, thank you Dr. Yang, trouble you, okay, goodbye, keep in touch."
When Zhao Kangming hung up, he saw two pairs of piercing eyes staring at him.
Seeing that both Chen Mo and Hu Lai care about Zhang Qinghuan, especially Hu Lai, he shouldn't care about this at all. The relationship between him and Zhang Qinghuan seems to be not very good...
So he smiled at the two and said: "Doctor Yang said on the phone that Zhang Qinghuan's examination results came out, and the ligaments were not torn."
Chen Mo was also relieved when he said this, but Hu Lai still stared at Director Zhao.
"But it also takes a 15-day rest to return to the court."
In fifteen days, two games could not be played, but Chen Mo still nodded in satisfaction: "This is already a very good result. After seeing his performance in the game yesterday, I finally feel a little hopeful and hopeful."
"Well, this injury is actually related to his lack of high-intensity training before, otherwise he can avoid it in time, and his body reaction is still a little slower." Zhao Kangming nodded.
"Old Zhao, Zhang Qinghuan has actually been training seriously for a month before this. Although a month can't make up for the three years he lacked, it is always a good trend. I think I can ask the club to reconsider his decision. Come on. This prodigal... is going to turn his head at last, right?"
Chen Mo asked Zhao Kangming, but a young voice suddenly sounded beside him: "No."
Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo discovered that Hu Lai was still in the office... and it was Hu Lai who spoke out against the assistant coach.
"Why is it wrong?" Chen Mo stared.
Of course Hu Lai couldn't say that because he hadn't received the system's prompt to complete the task, it was obvious that Zhang Qinghuan hadn't turned his head back.
Facing the assistant coach’s questioning, he could only say: "Guide Chen, how could the prodigal son turn around so easily? Otherwise, Zhang Qinghuan would have turned his back on the prodigal son for eight lifetimes... He was not quite honest after his first drunk driving. Was it for a while? What happened later? So now I say that his prodigal son turned around too early."
Chen Mo reflexively wanted to refute the boy in front of him, but he immediately realized that Hu Lai was right.
Zhao Kangming, who was next to him, nodded slightly, and then suddenly asked: "Then how do you think the real prodigal has turned his head? I also know that performance in a short period of time is not convincing. But now there are only two from the end of the season. In other words, we only have two months to investigate him, and then we must decide whether to buy him out. Two months is not short, but it is not long, so he will be in these two months Does the performance of Li count the prodigal return?"
Chen Mo gave his old partner a surprised look. He actually asked Hu Lai seriously. Is this asking Hu Lai for help, or is he taking the exam?
Hu Lai didn't expect the head coach to ask himself seriously. He realized that Director Zhao was not joking with him, so he thought about it.
In fact, he didn't care whether Zhang Qinghuan's performance in these two months was regarded as a return of the prodigal son, and it was not his purpose to judge this matter. His purpose is to make Zhang Qinghuan the prodigal son turn back-as long as I make him the prodigal son turn back, isn't it definitely the prodigal son back? Judgment criteria? Of course the system has the final say!
But how can he turn his prodigal son back?
Now that he is injured, will it have any effect on his mood?
What is he thinking while lying in the hospital bed?
Will you regret your indulgence?
Will you be unwilling?
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a sentence that Dao Qin Lin had said to himself before. This is what he said of Zhang Qinghuan:
"The former Zhang Qinghuan was very confident, but not arrogant. Now Zhang Qinghuan is very arrogant, but he is no longer confident."
What is the arrogance of a person who is no longer confident? How can you be proud?
It can only be a bluff.
This kind of pride is more like a disguise... pretending that you are still great, pretending that you are still that super genius...
He can only rely on this hypocritical pride to hold on to everyone.
What if he shattered all his pride?
After this idea popped out of Hu Lai's mind, it couldn't be suppressed. The more he thought about it, the more it felt feasible.
How can I break his pride?
Hu Lai thought of the fallen geniuses he had seen in that time and space.
None of them was shocked into beings when they were born. Everyone firmly believed that they would have a bright future. As a result, because of various reasons, everyone was so obscured, and then there was no news.
When I heard their names again, it was either I heard that they had retired, or it was in some social news.
It is embarrassing.
For example, there is a Chinese player who was the first Chinese player to join a European giant team, and his transfer fee also set a record. Everyone was optimistic about his future in the giants, but until he retired, he failed to realize his talent.
In the second half of his career, for most of the time, he became synonymous with the phenomenon of "injury Zhongyong" in Chinese football. He was ridiculed and insulted by many unknown people. No jokes to tease him.
A hero once in the minds of Chinese fans and a star of hope with high hopes, has become a joke and a clown in everyone's eyes. The only purpose of his existence seems to be to let public opinion vent their dissatisfaction with Chinese football.
Especially this super genius later fell to the point where he couldn't play in the middle-A team. He also ran to participate in a plastic surgery variety show. There was a stiff smile on his face that I didn’t know if it was due to micro plastic surgery or nervousness. The character is just like watching a monkey in a zoo, and is watched by audiences all over the country.
At this time, the Chinese fans who had high hopes for him didn't even know whether they should feel sad or amused.
This super genius finally announced his retirement when he reached the age of 31 in ten days. I don't know how much relief and unwillingness he had in his heart at that time?
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When Chen Mo was a little impatient, Hu Lai raised his head. He looked at Zhao Kangming and said: "I don't know what kind of performance in two months is the prodigal son turning back, but we can make him truly The prodigal son turned around."
Zhao Kangming smiled and asked, "How can he turn his real prodigal son back."
"Director Zhao, does Zhang Qinghuan know the results of his diagnosis?" Hu Lai did not answer, but instead asked a question.
"Not yet, Dr. Yang must get the approval of the club to tell the players the specific injuries." Zhao Kangming shook his head and answered Hu Lai's question.
"Then tell Zhang Qinghuan that he was injured too badly, not only for this season, but for all subsequent professional seasons!"
This time, Zhao Kangming showed a shocked expression on his face, and Chen Mo next to him exclaimed: "What are you kidding, Hu Lai!"
"I'm not joking, Director Chen. People like Zhang Qinghuan have always been very self-esteem and too proud. Before so many people complained about the pros and cons of him, and he didn't listen to those who moved with affection and knew the reason, because He always feels that with his talent, as long as he is a little serious, he can play football that makes everyone cheer and praise. His previous experience seems to prove this. So it doesn’t matter if he indulges it now. He is still young, and there is time and Opportunity... But what if he knows that his career is over?" Hu Lai's thoughts were mature, so he said firmly and loudly.
Chen Mo fell into thinking when he heard him say this.
Hu Lai continued to say: "Isn't it said that people will die and their words are good? We can't let Zhang Qinghuan die, but for professional players, retirement is also a death in a certain sense. If you let him know He is about to retire, can that shatter the hypocritical pride in his heart? Can he really start to reflect on his indulgence over the past few years? Can he reverse his mentality? After all, a talented player at the age of 23 He will retire before it's time. Who can think of this? I am afraid that Zhang Qinghuan would never have thought of it. Under such a huge change in life, will he die and live afterwards?"
Zhao Kangming was the first to recover from the shock, and laughed after hearing what Hu Lai said: "It's interesting. But how do you guarantee that he will be able to reform by frightening him with his retirement? Or, you just Don't worry that he was shocked by the news to abandon himself and completely broke the jar?"
In front of Zhao Kangming, Hu Lai was very relaxed. He shrugged and told the truth: "I don't know if he can really reform. But this is the only way I can think of. If he really wants to break the jar It’s his own choice to break down. You will lie to him when you tell him about retirement, but the club will definitely not buy him out again. He can go wherever he likes, from now on It has nothing to do with the Flash Star Club. You also save the transfer fee, don’t you? But if he can really regain a new life from the stimulus of retirement, the club will earn it? Anyway, the club will not lose. Why not try it?"
After speaking, Hu Lai watched Zhao Kangming stop talking.
At the same time, what he thought in his heart was that if he was really unsuccessful, his loss would be nothing more than not getting the task reward. But before I didn’t have any [smart card], didn’t I have come to today? So if you don't get the task reward, you can't get the task reward. He just lost what he didn't have before, but he didn't lose anything.
If Zhang Qinghuan is committed to death, let him rot in the mud. Anyway, Chinese football does not lack him as a meteor.
I am not a Virgin, so I have to sacrifice myself to save others...
After Hu Lai finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the office, Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo were silent, bowing their heads in thought.
At this moment, the door of the head coach's office was suddenly pushed open, and general manager Dong Wen squeezed in.
He seemed to want to say something, but he saw Hu Lai standing in the room with just one mouth.
He didn't expect to see players in the head coach's office before the team's training, and he was taken aback.
Dong Wen does not hate this young man. After all, he solved the big problem for the team and scored so many goals. He is also a local player with his own account book. Dong Wen will not give Hu Lai in this place anyway. Look at it with a face.
Even though he was worried, he smiled and said hello to Hu Lai: "It's Hu Lai."
"Hello, Manager Dong." Hu Lai also replied very well.
Dong Wen nodded and stopped looking at him. Instead, he turned his attention to Zhao Kangming and said straightforwardly: "I just received a call from Lao Yang, did he tell you?"
Chen Mo nodded, and just about to say, Zhao Kangming grabbed him in front of him and frowned and said: "That said, he said that Zhang Qinghuan is seriously injured, I am afraid he will retire early..."
Dong Wen:? ? ?
Chen Mo glanced at Old Zhao.
Zhao Kangming looked at Hu Lai: "You go back first and prepare for training. Whatever you hear here today, you don't need to say a word to others, and neither can your roommate."
When Hu Lai heard the words of Director Zhao ~EbookFREE.me~, he knew that Director Zhao had already made a decision and planned to adopt his own plan.
So he covered his mouth with his hand: "Don't worry, Director Zhao, I haven't heard anything!"
Then after bidding farewell to Dong Wen and Chen Mo, he rushed out of the office and completely closed the door before leaving to ensure that the voices of the three people inside would not be heard by outsiders.
Turning his head and watching Hu Lai shut the door, Dong Wen asked the question in his mind: "What's the situation, Lao Zhao? Didn't it mean that there is no major problem? It only takes ten and a half months to cultivate..."
Zhao Kangming looked at him and asked: "Manager Dong, I want to ask, a Zhang Qinghuan who can return to his previous level...no, 80% of his previous level. Like in the game yesterday, he might The breakthrough is not good enough, the explosive power is reduced, but he still has excellent football awareness and ball sense, and the imaginative passing is still there. If he trains well, he can perform better... Just like Zhang Qinghuan, the club is still willing to ask ?"
Dong Wen opened his mouth slightly and looked at Zhao Kangming with a confused look.