Thanks in front of the chapter: I received a reward for the first time in my life, from book friend: Yinyue Lengqiu, thank you very much.

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Tang Hua raised his hand and wiped his forehead. The sweat that kept oozing out made his eyes a little unable to open, but he still had to open his eyes and aim at the goal not far away while urging the damn bald referee in his heart to blew the whistle.

It is already summer. Although Tiannan claims to be like spring all year round, the afternoon sun cannot deceive people, especially on the unblocked football field, the sun shines on Tang Hua's exposed skin, and it seems that smoke is about to rise.

This matter is quite bloody. In order to show "neighborliness and friendship", two classes in the same major made an appointment to have a football friendly match. This was a common thing in college, but someone in the opposite class just snatched the girlfriend of a friend of Tang Hua's class not long ago. It is said that they have been dating for almost three years. Such a snatch of love immediately made the game full of gunpowder, especially after the miserable brother said that if he won this game, he would have collected food for everyone on the team for a week.

There are benefits to people, so naturally all the buddies here are like chicken blood. Even the girls in the class who regard their skin as life came to the stadium for the first time to cheer.

However, benefits are not so easy to get. Once you arrive at the stadium, more than half of the people regret it, because the prides of heaven at the dormitory classroom and library, seriously underestimated the power of the afternoon sun, not to mention that this is on artificial turf. As we all know, although artificial turf seems flat and beautiful, in fact, many movements like football are afraid to do in artificial turf, and they are particularly prone to injury. For example, tackle may not be anything on natural turf, but on artificial turf, tackle is basically not much different from self-abuse. Once slipping, it will hurt. What's more, the stadium at this time is like a freshly baked pizza, making everyone on the stadium at this time like a steaming piece of meat on this pizza, half-baked, and tears are still there.

The most unfair thing belongs to Tang Hua, because he didn't have to appear here at all. The sky collapsed, and there were tall men holding on. In the game, it was naturally for those with excellent motor nerves to go there. It was no longer the gentle Tang Hua who looked gentle. Unfortunately, after playing half of the game, a buddy was burned and was pulled over by the temporary puller. However, after Tang Hua had no choice but to come to the stadium, he strongly suspected that the buddy was really dizzy or fake.

Fortunately, the game is coming to an end; unfortunately, Tang Hua is behind zero to one. Now, Tang Hua is preparing to take a direct free kick from here.

If you change the time or place, it is actually not Tang Hua's turn to punish this free kick, but at this time, it is God's blessing that almost everyone can stand, so you can only let Tang Hua, who was on the final stage, theoretically, the most conscientious person.

Standing on the court, Tang Hua wiped his sweat again, bringing an unpleasant plastic, and a black mark suddenly appeared on his face. He turned his gaze to the goalkeeper opposite, the person he snatched someone else's love with. But he found that he was looking at the tragic brother who was in the same class as Tang Hua with a very pretentious expression. He glared at him, but even his body was a little unstable, and he looked a little helpless and sad.

Even with the character of Tang Hua's fellow Taoist who died of Taoism, after paying attention to this scene, he could not remain indifferent. Although Tang Hua had an average relationship with that guy, he was his classmate after all, so he had to help his relatives unreasonable things no matter what.

After packing up his originally casual mentality, Tang Hua squatted down and tightened his shoelaces, then stood up, took a few steps back, and began to adjust his breathing...

The damn whistle finally rang.

Running up, legs swinging, kicking football!

Tang Hua may never think about how powerful his posture was at this time, which almost made everyone feel lit up, but soon, their eyes were attracted by what Tang Hua was paying attention to at this time - it was an arc!

Maybe I will never be able to play such a wonderful arc again in my life. Tang Hua thought in his heart. The so-called full moon scimitar that often appears among various football collections is this. Football just rushed into the goal in the exclamation of the people on the sidelines, in the stunned eyes of the pretender, and in the cheers of the people on his side.

Goals.

Without the sensational goal of the commentator on TV, it does not mean that the goal is not beautiful. Although no matter how beautiful the goal is at this time, it cannot bring victory, but it brings back face.

It's time to come.

The guy rushed over and picked up Tang Hua and kissed him without saying a word. Then, before Tang Hua could react, he was made into dumplings by the person who ran up.

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Lin Sen never dreamed that he would meet a person with a shining light here, and this person was actually a college student wearing glasses who looked gentle and gentle.

Just like never believing that Chinese football can satisfy fans in a short period of time, Lin Sen has always believed that football is not born without Chinese people. More than one billion Chinese people cannot choose eleven who can play football. This sentence has a logical mistake. The problem is not whether this sentence is correct or not, but that the premise of this sentence is not valid. Because in the football world, there is also the saying that the football population is like this.

China is definitely not without football genius, but maybe it is not playing football.

Lin Sen still dares not say that he fully understands his eyes. People have such things as emotions. Therefore, as long as they are humans, Lin Sen has observed his emotions color. However, except for those who have seen it suspected in Pellegrini, Lin Sen has never seen it in anyone other than the player. But even so, Lin Sen still cannot determine that there is an absolute relationship between the golden body and the football. In other words, a real football genius may have a golden body, but the golden body may not be only a football genius.

However, Lin Sen has always believed in fate.

If it weren't for the sudden whim that I wanted to take Dina to see, if it wasn't for the fact that I had been here by a trance, and if it wasn't for the sudden punishment of such a perfect free kick and I subconsciously "look" that, maybe there would be no next story. There were too many ifs that Lin Sen walked straight to the student after the game.

"Hello." Lin Sen took the initiative to say hello first, "The free kick just now was very beautiful."

"Uh... Hello." Tang Hua seemed a little surprised at the greeting of Lin Sen, a stranger, but he replied politely, then scratched the back of his head with his hand and said shyly, "That ball is just lucky."

"Do you often play football?" Lin Sen didn't seem to hear the words behind, he just smiled and asked again.

"No..." Tang Hua shook his head, "I'm not very good at sports. Apart from occasionally running, I rarely come to football fields."

Not very good at sports?

When Lin Sen heard this, he suddenly felt a little disappointed, but he still asked unwillingly: "Isn't good at it? Don't you dislike it?"

"This..." Tang Hua was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter, "It's no difference."

It seemed that there was no difference, but in fact the difference was too big. Lin Sen thought to himself, but it was not easy to stop the other party and kept asking questions. The other party was stopped by him in sweat. It was good to stop and talk to him. It was okay for a few words. If he kept asking questions, it would undoubtedly be too presumptuous. Lin Sen thought for a moment, then took out the notepad from his body, wrote his phone number and email, and then tore it off and handed it to Tang Hua.

"Maybe you think I'm very presumptuous, but for some reason, I think we are very destined to be. This is my phone number and email address. If possible, please contact me again. By the way, my name is Lin Sen." When Lin Sen finished this sentence himself, Lin Sen suddenly felt something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he realized that what he said was actually very similar to what the fake Taoist priest I met in the Taoist temple just now, and I couldn't help but feel a little sick.

Tang Hua's expression on the other side became a little surprised.

Obviously, Lin Sen's actions made him unable to understand, who majored in statistics. If he was a woman, Lin Sen's behavior could be understood as a clumsy chat, but he was a big man, and the other party's behavior was a bit strange. Could it be... When Tang Hua thought of this, he suddenly felt that he was so nervous. However, the other party did not ask for his phone number, but tactfully wrote his number on paper and handed it to himself. At least, he seemed to have no reason to turn around and turn around and leave.

After a long time of confusion in his mind, Tang Hua finally took Lin Sen's note and said, "Tang Hua."

"Acquaintance?" Just as Tang Hua left, Dina walked over and looked at Tang Hua's back and asked. Obviously, she saw Lin Sen's conversation with him.

"No." Lin Sen shook his head, turned around and smiled, "Let's go."

Dina didn't ask any more questions, and the two quickly left another gate at Tiannan University.

Lin Sen was still not sure whether Tang Hua was a football genius. In fact, even Tang Hua had long passed the best age to play football, but he finally left a note for Tang Hua. Tang Hua might be able to make this call, or maybe he wouldn't make it, and even the note might be silently stuffed into a trash can during the time he was talking to Dina. These are not important to Lin Sen. As Lin Sen has always believed, since it is fate, it is left to fate to decide.

He just gave himself a choice without regrets, and then gave Tang Hua a choice.

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After returning to Linzhuang, Lin Sen left the rest of her time to grandma, chatting with the old man and strolling around the back mountain. During this period, Lin Sen used her eyes to help grandma remove some small hidden diseases, while Dina followed Aunt Fang to do some housework, and even accompanied her to help loosen the soil for the crops. Although it was a little harder, it was a fresh experience for her.

Lin Sen told the old lady about her new job. The old lady reacted calmly and seemed to know that Lin Sen had changed to a new job early in the morning. However, when Lin Sen mentioned whether his grandfather knew, the old lady finally said more and more.

"Don't worry about your grandpa. The older the old man is, the more confused he is. Fortunately, his hands can reach the country, but he can't reach abroad. You can do your business with confidence."

"Next time I come back, I must bring a legitimate wife back. It's not that grandma wants to care about you. This foreign girl named Dina is a good girl, but grandma's eyes are not dazzled yet, and she can tell that she doesn't mean that. Grandma guesses you know it."

"If you are tired, come back. It's okay, grandma is still in good health and can definitely carry the great-grandson we brought back to me by Mu."

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The old lady was nagging, and Lin Sen's eyes were slightly red.
Chapter completed!