Chapter 58: My game is not over yet

Zhang Qinghuan had a lot of dreams, and for a while he felt like he was falling in the dark. The airless feeling of weightlessness made him very comfortable, and even thought of it:
Fall, fall.
It is a good place to be burned up after the glow, and being scattered in the air by the wind.
But then he withdrew from the dark environment of this fall and returned to his childhood. He sat on the back seat of his father’s 28th bicycle, and shrank his thin body behind him. The cold wind and rain in front was blocked by his father’s large body. He stuck to his father’s back and could feel it. The warmth of Gu's body and the breathless voice of his father: "Is it cold, Huanhuan? It's almost home, we're almost home..."
Just when he felt at ease, he suddenly returned to that day. After the game, he received a call from his agent, Uncle Yong. On the phone, Uncle Yong had a low tone and a hoarse voice and told him that his father died of a sudden illness on the way from the capital to watch his game away. .
He still remembers his reaction at the time. He just completed an assist hat-trick in the game and was selected as the best on the spot. He received this call with a triumphant smile on his face. He still didn’t turn his head and laughed. Asked Uncle Yong if he was joking with himself...
Of course he learned later, that was no joke.
He dreamed again that he was drunk in the bar, allowing the woman who knew his identity to press her hot body tightly.
Dreaming that he was sweating like rain on women, panting.
I also dreamed that he was sweating and panting on the football field.
I dreamt that my father was very dissatisfied and yelled at him: "What did you kick just now? Why didn't you jump in the ball? Are you afraid of him? You are afraid of him and you are done! Zhang Qinghuan!"
I also dreamed that my father touched his little head and smiled with joy: "I played well today, and my father will take you to eat dumplings!"
He also dreamed of calling his father excitedly after he was notified of being selected for the national team for the first time, but his father apologized to him on the phone: "Son, do you hate your father? Dad keeps training for you..."
"Dad, what are you talking about? Why should I hate you?"
"Because my father has placed his unfulfilled dreams on you, and he even does not hesitate to change your life... I see on the Internet that you should not ask your children to do things that your parents can't do, let alone your own His life is imposed on the children...I think they make sense..."
"Dad, in which WeChat group are you looking at chicken soup?"
"It's not chicken soup. I really think so... Your father has no talent in football, but he just dreams of playing the World Cup with the Chinese team all day long... So I thought why not train my son to become a national footballer? Let my son do it. Dad’s dream, isn’t it over? Now you have finally become a national team player. Dad is happy but also a little worried. You know how stressful it is to play for the national team. You can put 1.4 billion people's expectations on you... …"
"Dad, do you mean that you are afraid that I will be selected for the national team? Don't worry. Dad, I helped you realize your dream! Isn't it the World Cup? Let's go together!"
"Haha, I'm relieved with your words! By the way, join the national team and ask your dad for Qin Lin's autograph. I'll take it as a gift..."
"Dad and your son's signature can also be given away!"
"Your kid's signature will wait until you really take Qin Lin's class!"
...
"...In other words, your left foot... basically loses the function of kicking a ball..."
"Football is very honest. As much as you usually pay, you gain in the game. You don't pay normally, you keep overdrawing, and you have to pay it back in the end! In three years, how many three years can your career have? You desperately overdrawn for three years, and the price is your entire future career! Do you still want to play? You can play Zhang Qinghuan if you don’t have a ball!!"
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Later, Zhang Qinghuan finally jumped out of various dreams, but he was again in the darkness without light and sound, and kept falling down.
He knew he was dreaming, and now he hopes that all this is really just a nightmare.
After waking up, he was lying on the bed in the bedroom at home, his mother went to work, and his father was busy in the kitchen making breakfast for himself. Then Uncle Yong called and said to himself that he was negotiating a new contract with the club. This time he must have a big contract so that his family can afford a house in the fourth ring road.
The morning sun was shining in the small bedroom, and he was very relieved when he hung up Uncle Yong's phone and heard his father calling him to get up outside.
There are no spinal arteriovenous malformations, no three years of indulgence, and no early retirement.
He can also run with the ball on the court, break through, and turn the opponents around.
If time could turn the clock back……
If it were all a nightmare...
If all this is just a prank...
if……
Suddenly, Zhang Qinghuan felt that his feet had touched something, and then the sense of weightlessness disappeared, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable—the endless fall was finally...over.
He opened his eyes, and the morning sun poured in from the two windows, accompanied by the cool breeze, gently blowing the curtains.
He is still lying in the VIP ward of the affiliated hospital of Jincheng Sports College.
This is not a nightmare.
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In Yang Hua's office, team coach Zhao Kangming, club general manager Dong Wen, chief physician Yang Hua, and Yong Jun are all looking at the other person in the room.
Zhao Kangming is saying to him: "Reporter Chen, when you talk to him about retirement, you will turn the topic toward reflection. Let's listen to what Zhang Qinghuan thinks of his past absurd things."
Chen Jianyu said: "Understood. If he reflects on what he has done in the past and feels unbearable to look back, it means that he can still be saved. If he has an indifferent attitude, then it means that he is completely over."
Zhao Kangming and Dong Wen both nodded, while Yong Jun remained silent.
"Then let's go?" Yang Hua stood up and asked.
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Sun Juan was on duty at the nurse station, and she saw several people filed out of Director Yang's office, then passed in front of her and walked straight to the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.
Their footsteps rang intensively in the corridor, and for some reason, Sun Juan thought of the scenes of the Japanese workplace dramas she had seen.
One by one in suits and shoes, their expressions were serious, as if they were going to be tried.
She was really curious about what they would talk to Zhang Qinghuan, but she couldn't follow, even eavesdropping.
She is just an intern nurse. If she is caught, it would be too shameful to be kicked out before her internship period is full.
So she can only try to suppress her inner curiosity, planning to wait for them to leave, and then secretly look around, just like yesterday afternoon.
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Sitting diagonally on the bed, Zhang Qinghuan looked at the five people standing in front of him.
The club general manager, team coach, chief physician, team reporter, and Uncle Yong.
This battle...
He remembered what Uncle Yong said to him yesterday.
This should be the time for the club to make a declaration of retirement, right?
It's time to come.
"Zhang Qinghuan, since your injury, the fans and the media have been concerned about your injury, so we invited reporter Chen to do a simple interview for you. It is also a response to the current rumors, so that those who care about you will feel relieved. "The club general manager Dong Wen said.
Chen Jianyu smiled and nodded to Zhang Qinghuan: "Don't be nervous, this interview is published in written form and there is no video. I just ask casually, you just need to express your true inner thoughts."
Yong Jun kept watching. He found that Zhang Qinghuan just nodded to indicate that he would cooperate, and did not suddenly become excited to protest or refuse to cooperate...
Seems to admit his fate?
He sighed slightly in his heart.
"Then let's get started..." Chen Jianyu sat on Zhang Qinghuan's bedside chair, raised Erlang's legs, put the spread notebook on his lap, holding the notebook in one hand and the pen in the other. "This injury led to retirement. Have you thought about this result before?"
He went straight to the subject, didn't go around with Zhang Qinghuan at all, and attacked Zhang Qinghuan's heart with even a little offensive questioning, so that he could not think and pretend under this aggressive offensive, and showed his true inner thoughts to the greatest extent.
As an experienced journalist, he certainly knows what to do to complete the tasks assigned to him by the club.
But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Qinghuan did not fall into his rhythm.
"Who said I am going to retire?" He asked suddenly.
Not only was Chen Jianyu stunned for a moment, the pen in his hand was stuck in place, and everyone else in the room also looked at Zhang Qinghuan with surprise.
In this kind of astonishment, Zhang Qinghuan turned against the guest and stared at Yang Hua: "Doctor Yang, did you say before that I must not play football, but if I want to play, I will take huge risks?"
"Uh, yes..."
"In other words, I can actually play football, but the chance of injury is higher than others?" He asked again.
Yang Hua reacted, and he quickly explained: "It's not the average high, it's the very high one, that is to say... you may play a game without having to fight against your opponents, just take the ball by yourself and change direction. The old injury recurs, and then it will be really hard to save the gods..."
"Then wait until it recurs again." Zhang Qinghuan waved.
"Huh?" Yang Hua was stunned.
Zhang Qinghuan sat up from the bed, straightened his waist and looked at everyone present, including Uncle Yong. He said: "I don't plan to retire now, I will play football again. I don't want to just admit defeat because I haven't had the game yet. It's over, unless I hear the final whistle. If my old injury really recurs, it's my fate, I admit it. But as long as that moment doesn't come, I will keep playing."
Hearing him say this, everyone in the room looked at each other, especially Chen Jianyu. He didn't expect Zhang Qinghuan to take the lead in his interview, and he turned against the guest!
He turned around a little dumbfounded and glanced at the few people standing next to him-comrades, this is not the same as the said script!
Yong Jun stared at Zhang Qinghuan blankly. He didn't expect that after only one night, the Zhang Qinghuan he saw again was different from yesterday.
Instead, Zhao Kangming laughed: "Isn't this good? We originally wanted to know the answer. Now he has said the answer himself, and it saves us from scrutinizing his answer."
After speaking, he took a step forward and walked to Zhang Qinghuan, looking at him who was a little confused because of what he said, and asked: "Don't say beautiful things, honestly, just the way you treated football before. I think you'd better stop kicking as early as possible, torturing yourself and everyone. If you get hurt, you will probably be with a wheelchair in your life. If you retire in time now, you can still get out of the ward by yourself. Affect your normal life in the future. Still think about it seriously, retire, huh?"
Sitting on the bed, Zhang Qinghuan looked up at his head coach, the coach who had great expectations of him and called him on loan from Tamron.
He still remembers that when he first joined Flash Star, this kind coach put his arms around his shoulders, pinched hard, and said to himself: "As long as you play well, you will be happy. I promise to bring you back to the top!"
At that time he was full of confidence in himself.
As a result, now he kept trying to persuade himself to retire and stop struggling.
He really broke the heart of this head coach who is known for his tolerance and kindness.
But even if the head coach was so disappointed in himself, Zhang Qinghuan didn't plan to give up.
Because at this time, the whole world had already given up on him, but if he had given up too, it would be over...
He alone can never give up on himself.
So he shook his head and said firmly: "Director Zhao, I know that I make you sad, and I also know that you must not believe what I say now... I can't prove to you every word I say. But I Will not retire, unless my body really does not allow me to kick it anymore."
Zhao Kangming looked at him and shook his head slowly: "Why? When you are in good health, don't work hard and don't cherish opportunities. Now people are dead, lying on the hospital bed, and the road is impossible, but you have to insist on not giving up. …Why bother? Do you really want to be in a wheelchair to be reconciled?"
Zhang Qinghuan raised his head to meet the head coach's gaze, and nodded: "Yes, unless I get in a wheelchair."
"Why?" Zhang Kangming asked blankly.
"I still have not fulfilled my promise to... others. I don't want to let him down, thinking that I am a person who speaks nothing. So, Director Zhao, unless I am in a wheelchair as you said, I will not I will retire now. I'm afraid I will meet him then and I will feel ashamed for not doing my best to fulfill the promise to him."
When Zhang Qinghuan and Zhao Kangming were on a one-on-one basis, Yong Jun stood aside the whole time, without speaking, his eyes were always on Zhang Qinghuan's face.
When Zhao Kangming was about to say something, he stood up and said: "Okay, Director Zhao, it's all right, haven't you got the answer you want?"
Zhang Qinghuan turned his head to look at his Uncle Yong strangely, puzzled by what he said.
Zhao Kangming, who was originally very serious, also laughed when he heard this: "I think I got it."
Zhang Qinghuan turned to look at him again, with a confused expression.
"Zhang Qinghuan, I will ask you one last time, are you sure you don't retire, don't give up, and want to return to the football field?"
Zhang Qinghuan nodded: "Yes!"
"You still play a few games like before, and then you start to relapse. Go to the nightclub to drink and the bar to have fun?"
Zhang Qinghuan shook his head: "No!"
Zhao Kangming nodded: "You are right, I really don't believe any word you say anymore. I only look at your performance, Zhang Qinghuan. It is less than two months before the end of the season, waiting for you to raise it. It hurts, I’m afraid it’s only a month. The club will examine your performance in training and competition during this month, and then decide whether to buy you out. It doesn’t matter if you say anything beautiful now, anyway, if your performance is not If we are satisfied, then you should go back and forth from wherever you are. It doesn't matter what you do afterwards."
When he said this, Dong Wen, as the representative of the club, nodded behind. Every time Zhao Kangming said a word, he nodded once and said to Zhang Qinghuan that this was what the club meant.
Zhang Qinghuan said: "It should be, and I am indeed not qualified to ask you to believe my words..."
"Very good." Zhao Kangming nodded, then turned to Yang Hua and said, "Doctor Yang, trouble you..."
Yang Hua protested: "What is me again?"
"No way, Dr. Yang, you are the authority in this area. We said I'm afraid this kid doesn't believe it..." Zhao Kangming pointed to Zhang Qinghuan.
Zhang Qinghuan, who was pointed at, looked at Yang Hua again with a confused look.
I don't understand what they are talking about.
Obviously it is Chinese, and he understands what every word means, but how can he not understand it when combined?
Yang Hua sighed: "Count the ball..."
He looked at Zhang Qinghuan: "Well, Zhang Qinghuan, before I explain the situation to you next, I hope you can remain calm and patient, and don't forget what you said just now..."
The expression on Zhang Qinghuan's face became serious: "Does it mean that I don't even have the qualifications to return to the stadium?"
Yang Hua shook his head: "It's not..."
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"Juan'er, Juan'er!"
Sun Juan was called by the head nurse for several times before she came back to her senses: "Ah? The head nurse..."
"That won't work, Juan'er. You are so muddled, if you are seen by Director Yang, you will be scolded!" Some fat head nurses taught with hands on hips.
Sun Juan lowered her head: "I'm sorry, the head nurse, I didn't mean to..."
"Are you worried?" the head nurse asked.
"Well, I think Director Yang took several people to Zhang Qinghuan's ward for a long time and didn't come out..."
"You were really taken away by that Zhang Qinghuan!" The head nurse sighed long after hearing the words, "They didn't come out after they got in. What does it have to do with you?"
"No, I'm just curious, curious about what they said in it, I can feel that Zhang Qinghuan's mood has changed a lot in the past two days, it is the kind of abnormal change..."
"Zhang Qinghuan has nothing to do with you!" The head nurse said solemnly. "He stayed here for a few days in the hospital, when he recovered from his injury and was discharged from the hospital, what should he do. He is a celebrity, drives a sports car, and lives in a mansion. Who are you? You think you took care of him when he was hospitalized. Can I get to know him? Watch less idol dramas, there is a mess in my mind all day long..."
"Oh..." Sun Juan lowered her head aggrievedly. She didn't think about what happened to Zhang Qinghuan, but she was really curious. She wanted to know what happened to him, and she guessed the identity of the people who came to see Zhang Qinghuan these days. , I always feel that Zhang Qinghuan is probably not a simple injury, otherwise the top of the club will do nothing all day long? Always running here...
But she didn't share her guess to the head nurse, for fear that the other party would say that she watched too many idol dramas.
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Zhang Qinghuan looked at everyone in the room dumbfounded, his expression had been maintained for almost a minute.
Everyone in the room I looked at had a hairy snack.
Especially Zhao Kangming, because Zhang Qinghuan is watching him most of the time.
He felt that he should really bring Hu Lai this kid, because this would allow Hu Lai to attract firepower...
When Yong Jun saw Zhang Qinghuan's reaction after knowing the truth, he was also a little worried.
After all, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, I will tell you that the ups and downs are all deceiving you. In fact, you are fine at all, and you can return to the court vigorously after resting for ten days and a half... What will happen, who knows?
What if it bursts?
What if you find it a scam and regret it?
What if you are deceived and give up again on the excuse of being deceived?
In fact, this is the most critical time.
After all, the "voices" that Zhang Qinghuan confided were all based on the fact that he knew that his career could not continue in almost all cases. The so-called "people will die and their words are good."
But what if you know that you can't die?
Will he still recognize what he said?
So Yong Jun asked aloud: "Qing Huan, are you okay?"
Then he saw Zhang Qinghuan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Then he grinned and laughed.
He also laughed louder and louder, laughing like no one else. At the end of the laugh, he leaned back on the bed, and his whole body was shaking.
Seeing him like this, everyone who was already surprised became even more panicked. They looked at each other, a little at a loss.
In the end, Yong Jun stepped forward and wanted to hold Zhang Qinghuan, but before his hand touched him, he stopped his crazy laugh, but still had a fierce smile on his face, shook his head and said, "Uncle Yong, Do you know? I don’t know how many times I’ve thought about it in the past two days, I hope it’s a nightmare... But every time I open my eyes, I find myself still lying in this ward... So how many times did I Disappointed, how happy I am now..."
Having said that, he looked at Zhao Kangming again: "Director Zhao, I won't say anything if there are too many. Then you can just watch my performance."
Hearing what he said, Zhao Kangming was relieved in his heart.
Everyone else was also relieved, their expressions visibly calmed down.
No one is sure about the future, but looking at it now, Zhang Qinghuan didn’t get into anger because he found out that he had been cheated, and broke the jar...
This is a good thing.
At least up to now, Hu Lai's plan should be considered a success.
Thinking of Hu Lai, Zhao Kangming was really impressed.
Sure enough, this kid can always bring surprises...
"Speaking of it, when you return to the team, in fact, you should thank someone most." Zhao Kangming said with a smile.
"Who?" Zhang Qinghuan was surprised, what does it have to do with the teammates in the team? None of them like themselves very much...
"Hu Lai." Zhao Kangming simply told Zhang Qinghuan the whole story. "... Honestly, I really wanted to give up on you, but Hu Lai convinced me. He told me that since our team is a whole ~EbookFREE.me~ then we shouldn't give up anyone, so he listened After you were injured, I came up with such a way, I want you to wake up..."
When Zhang Qinghuan heard this name, he was not surprised, and even felt like "it really is him".
Because just before he was injured, he had repeatedly blocked himself at the training base for this reason.
It was just that he thought that Hu Lai had got water in his mind and was just having fun.
Thinking about it now, I misunderstood him.
Zhang Qinghuan narrowed his smile and fell into thought.
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