Chapter 151: Rare leisure

In the end, Qin Lin still did not ask his son what the name of the book was.
He felt...a bit embarrassing.
Fortunately, he remembered the name of the author that his son said at the beginning, called "Lin Hai Jing Tao".
So he used his mobile phone to search the Internet, and a prompt popped up:
Search results for "Lin Hai Ting Tao" have been displayed. Still searching: Lin Hai Jingtao
Qin Lin didn't click the latter option, but saw the author's information named "Lin Hai Ting Tao" at a glance.
And in it, I saw his novel: "We Are The Champions".
Intuitively, Qin Lin clicked in, and his name was mentioned in the introduction, but it was not exactly the same, but a homophonic character:
Qin Ling, the last big player in Chinese football, retired with regret of not being able to participate in the World Cup, but after waking up on the second day of retirement, he found himself possessed by a young player of the same name and surname from Anton Shining. And there is no such thing as Qin Ling who has won the Chinese Footballer and Asian Footballer in this world!
But apart from the absence of him, this world is exactly the same as the world he is familiar with.
So the gangster found that the first serious problem he faced was... how would he call Hu Lai, Zhang Qinghuan, and Wang Guangwei "brother"?
Qin Lin frowned when he saw this.
Call those brats "brother"?
This is indeed a very serious problem...
This detail suddenly made Qin Lin more interested in this book, so he decided to continue reading it.
Let's see how in the virtual world created by this author, I will realize all his ambitions when he was young.
Anyway, on the national team game day, the club’s coaching work is not so busy, he has time to read novels.
Clicking on "Free Trial Reading", he looked in.
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The aircraft is flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters. The cabin is not quiet. The low-frequency noise caused by the engine and wind noise continues to roar. Some people choose to use noise-reducing headphones to combat this noise.
But more people have become accustomed to this noise and treat it as background music. They chat, watch movies, listen to music, and play games in noisy environments.
This is a flight from the Chinese capital to Tashkent, Uzbekistan. The people on this flight are not ordinary travelers.
The cabin is full of members of the Chinese Men's Football National Team, as well as the entire coaching staff, relevant staff of the Chinese Football Association, and Chinese media reporters who are accompanying the team to report on the away field.
The medium-sized passenger plane was almost filled up in a mighty manner.
The logistics team is the largest, and they are responsible for all the daily arrangements for the national team's training and life in Tashkent.
Even the national team of chefs brought five this time-each person is responsible for different cuisines to meet the different tastes of the national team's international players.
This is also a very rare treatment in the history of the Chinese team's World Cup.
The previous Football Association did not have such a clear division of labor and a professional sense of logistical support-bringing a few large boxes of instant noodles to the national team when traveling with the team is even logistical.
If you remember to bring a few boxes of instant noodles companion ham sausage and mustard when you bring instant noodles, it is a reflection of the meticulous logistical work.
As for charter flights to play away games, I have never done so.
After all, based on the performance of the Chinese team in the World Cup qualifiers, Chinese fans and the media are eager for them to go away on foot and charter flights... That is a waste of taxpayers' money! It is an illegal occupation of state property! It's a crime!
Now after ten years of reform, not only the performance of the Chinese team has been improved, but also the working ability of the Football Association is more professional and meticulous.
From this point of view, it can even be said that the Chinese team can persist to the end in the qualifiers this time, and the excellent work of the relevant staff of the Football Association is also inseparable.
This time, public opinion did not show any dissatisfaction with such a large team.
After all, this is indeed the closest time for Chinese football to the World Cup. In order to achieve the goal, it is only natural to have a big fanfare.
If you can successfully break into the World Cup, let alone a logistical support team of dozens of people, even if the number is doubled, the national fans will have no objection!
Everyone on the plane is looking for things to do separately to pass the journey time.
Wang Guangwei held the phone and smiled.
Hu Lai, who was sitting next to him, glanced curiously and found that Lao Wang was actually reading a novel.
He knows that Wang Guangwei likes to read online novels, but he has never asked what novels he reads.
Today was too boring, Hu Lai asked: "What book is so joyful to read?"
Wang Guangwei put down his phone and replied: "A football novel..."
"Football novels? What's so good about football novels? You play football all day and you still read a layman. Don't you think it's a drama?
"But this is really interesting." Wang Guangwei smiled, "Hu Lai, let me say the title of the book, you can guess who the protagonist of this book is."
"How can I guess this?" Hu Lai spread his hands.
"Try it. The name is "We Are The Champions"."
Hu Lai was taken aback when he heard the words, his intuition made a name pop out of his mind, and he blurted out: "Brother Lin?"
Wang Guangwei stroked his palms and smiled and said: "You can guess it right away! That's right, it's that Brother Lin traveled to the parallel world after retiring, and the flashing star in the parallel world was still our teammate. But his identity has changed. No longer a bigwig in Chinese football, but a newcomer to the reserve team who is only twenty years old..."
Before he finished speaking, Hu Lai interrupted him: "Wait, Brother Lin has become a twenty-year-old rookie?"
Wang Guangwei nodded: "Yes. The same name has the same surname. Although the author took the homophonic characters, everyone understands it."
Hu Lai laughed: "Hey! Then, should Brother Lin... call us'Brother'?"
"..."
"What's your face!"
"If Hu Lai didn't know what you wrote, otherwise I really doubt that you wrote this book. The first problem that Brother Lin encountered at the beginning of this novel was whether to call us'Brother'! "
"Tsk, Lao Wang, please make it clear, what is meant by ‘writing something sloppy’? I’ll tell you, my essay when I was a kid was a popular post in our school!"
"What about this?"
"That is!" Hu Lai said proudly, "After all, zero-point essays are not common."
Wang Guangwei rolled his eyes, and he knew: "You are too embarrassed to say?"
Hu Lai didn't care and touched Wang Guangwei with his elbow: "Is it really cool to be called Brother Lin?"
"Ha..." Wang Guangwei laughed, but soon he straightened his face again and said solemnly: "This is a novel, a fiction! Would I feel cool because of this fictional story?"
Hu Lai curled his lips: "Then you just watched so happy..."
"It's just to pass the time... If it wasn't for the boring flight this time, I wouldn't watch it!" Wang Guangwei continued to say seriously.
"Then you can read the book really fast, the reading progress is 90%..." Hu Lai glanced at Wang Guangwei's mobile phone screen.
"Ah, I read books faster..."
Seeing that Hu Lai had been staring at him, Wang Guangwei was too embarrassed to continue reading, so he put his mobile phone away, and then looked at the flight route map, and found that they were very close to the destination, he said with emotion: "There is another one. A game..."
Hu Lai corrected him: "There are three more games."
"I didn't talk about the World Cup..."
"I'm talking about the World Cup."
Wang Guangwei turned his head and glanced at Hu Lai, who also looked at him: "What are you doing? Am I wrong?"
"No, no, that's right." Wang Guangwei laughed.
Then he leaned back on the seat back of the plane and sighed quietly: "World Cup..."
Even if it is the last game in the Asian qualifiers, he still has a very unreal feeling.
I think the first time he and Hu Lai met was on the field of a high school football match, but now they are a member of the Chinese national team sitting on a plane to Tashkent, making the final fight for the World Cup finals. .
This change in identity gives Wang Guangwei a sense of separation.
"Sigh what?"
"No... I just thought of Brother Lin again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com. You said that he worked hard for a lifetime, but he finally found out that the Chinese team might go to the World Cup after he retired. Will he feel sorry in his heart?" Wang Guangwei said But it wasn't to change the subject to find something to say, he really felt it.
The novel just now successfully evoked his melancholy.
Nothing feels more painful than "death before going out on the expedition".
"Unfortunately, I can't help...Lin brother didn't catch up with the good time." Hu Lai sighed, "Or we will bring Lin brother's picture and put him on the bench in the World Cup stadium? Yuan? His World Cup dream..."
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a moment, imagined the scene in his mind, and then covered his face: "Brother Lin is not here, or else there will be good fruit for your kid! Hu Lai, you are swollen now!"
Hu Lai curled his lips: "Where is you swollen? I dare to read the novel that made Brother Lin call you brother. The wolf's ambition is obvious!
When the two were arguing, the plane shook slightly, and the pilot’s slightly vague voice came from the cabin broadcast:
Ladies and gentlemen, this flight will land at Tashkent International Airport in 30 minutes. The current ground temperature is 20. Eight degrees Celsius...Please open the shading board, put away the small table, and adjust the mobile phone and other electronic devices to flight mode..."
When Wang Guangwei, who was playing with Hu Lai, heard these words, he sat up straight from his seat, and his whole body tightened like a reflex, as if parachuting from a plane into the battlefield next.
Not only him, the other teammates around him in the cabin also took off their headphones, put down their phones, opened the visor, and turned their heads to look down.
For them, the leisure time is over.
Although there is no parachute airdrop, the battlefield is indeed below them.