sinovels Chapter 42 The Fork in the Road
Chapter 42 The Fork in the Road
72.
—Brother, can I not go to school?
--why?
——Because, because...
Ten-year-old Chai Mei stood in the classroom, looking at the desks filled with all kinds of graffiti, and shed tears.
because……
Every day is like a nightmare.
When I was in class, I was pasted all over my back without knowing it. When I opened the pencil case, a few squirming caterpillars crawled out. , Textbooks are often hidden by people...
"I..." Ten-year-old Chai Mei stood on the seat, hesitating and defending in a low voice, "I handed it in."
"Lie! The class representative didn't have any of your homework in the morning. Don't quibble, go out and make up now—"
Chai Mei, who was fined to be on duty for a week, found her 'missing' homework in the trash can.
—I hate going to school.
Ten-year-old Chai Mei cried and wrote small crooked characters in the diary.
——Except for my brother, all boys in the world are big villains!
They laughed and tore apart the braids that her brother made for her every morning, snatched the floral headbands that he made for her by himself, knocked over the lunch that his brother made for her before going out, and poured dirty water on the braids that his brother gave her. On the floral skirt...
——Almighty Lord, please bless us, let me grow up faster, let my mother stop working so hard, and let my brother work harder...
The little girl held the cross, closed her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and prayed very devoutly.
——Please call Muse by the way, Fred, Darryl, Lee...these bad guys are all suffering from a bad cold!
However, things backfired. On the second day, the boys were still alive and kicking in the playground.
With a 'bang', the football hit Chai Mei, who was cleaning the playground, in the face.
--Hahaha!
The bad boys, led by Fred, laughed without seeming to feel any guilt.
Chai Mei covered her swollen face, crying out of breath, so they were even more proud, sticking out their tongues and making faces at her, whistling unscrupulously, so angry that the other party threw the broom back He picked up his schoolbag and ran away crying.
The next afternoon, a tall, thin boy with hideous burns on his face, ghastly eyes, and a metal baseball bat on his shoulder appeared on the playground. He was wearing the most chaotic and most delinquent boy in District [-]. The uniform of a sports school.He looked around and said expressionlessly.
"I heard that someone bullied my sister here yesterday."
73.
"I count to three, and if no one steps up—"
The boy's eyes were cloudy and bloodshot. He yawned lazily, and the metal bat on his shoulder gleamed coldly in the sun.
This is a gangster, right?This must be a gangster, right?The kind of big villain who doesn't bat an eye when he beats someone up, right?
Fred and other bad boys, who have never seen such a battle before, took a step back while swallowing their saliva.
After all, they are only a group of ten-year-old elementary school students. When facing boys who are three or four years older than them, the difference in age, height, and experience can bring an extremely direct deterrent effect.
I don't know who accidentally dropped the soccer ball, the murder weapon that smashed Chai Mei yesterday, out of the back, and it just rolled to the boy's feet.
Ruined!
"Ok?"
The 13-year-old Chai Jiu lowered his head and noticed the football at his feet. He raised his toes and flexibly hooked the ball, and the ball 'sticked' to his feet.He spun the ball around his toes a few times as if entertaining himself, and at the end he raised his foot, and the ball landed firmly on his instep again.
"I changed my mind."
Chai Jiu raised the corner of her mouth and said, as if she had come up with some fun idea.
"You like playing football, don't you?"
Fred waited for a group of boys to nod ignorantly. Facts have proved that this is the worst thing they have done today.
"Okay, let's just kick you enough today, if you don't kick until you throw up, you are not allowed to go home."
With a nasty smile, Chai Jiu dropped the baseball bat and said while moving her wrists and ankles.
Therefore, the character of some ghosts and animals is absolutely innate, such as Mr. Cat who was played with incontinence many years later, such as the group of elementary school students at this moment.
Ten-year-old elementary school students don't really know how to play football, and they don't know much about the rules. It's just children playing around.In the eyes of children, football is nothing more than a group of people swarming forward to grab a ball and then kick it into the goal.
And this big boy who was still carrying a baseball bat one minute ago, threw off his shoulders and kicked the kid's football in the next minute.
This 'adult' has no problem with his brain...
Two hours later, the bad boys changed from complaining to whining.
Mom!We will never play football again!Virgin Mary!Come and save us!
This big boy named Chai Jiu is not only taller and has longer legs than them, but also has speed, reaction, and agility... all a hundred times faster than them.
The most terrifying thing is!This guy is a monster at all!He doesn't seem to know what it means to be tired!
Other than a little sweat, a little faster breathing, and a little rosy pale skin, there was no trace of exercise on this person's body at all!
To him, the two-hour game seemed to be just a warm-up, and his muscular calves were still so strong, as if running another [-] meters would not be a problem at all.
The physical strength is so powerful that it makes people feel terrible!
And the most embarrassing thing is...
Seven or eight of them couldn't beat each other at all. 7V1 was abused to the end, and the score was 46:0.
That's right!It's zero!Didn't grab a single ball -- or rather, got hit all the time!There is no chance of touching the ball at all!
No wonder from the beginning, Chai Jiu said that he didn't need a goalkeeper.
Because they can't even touch the ball!Before reaching the empty goal opposite, he was instantly killed!Second kill!
After running like a lunatic for more than two hours, the bad boys who were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth were bloody from being tortured.
Darryl finally said, panting with a look of disbelief.
"As an adult, relying on your physical strength, is it interesting to bully children on the court?!"
Chai Jiu twisted her neck.
"So, it's interesting for you to bully my sister, a girl, all day?"
he asked lightly.
Even the most eloquent Muse was speechless for a while.
"Also, I really don't know what you guys are playing. It doesn't matter if you are a human being, but the ball is so bad... Heh, people who don't know think it's a bunch of monkeys who haven't fully evolved in the mountains. "
Chai Jiu moved her neck boredly, and reached into her pocket with one hand to take out something.
"Poor dribbling skills, and irregular movements, let's not talk about it. The division of labor between the offensive and defensive teams is not clear, and it is completely chaotic. The defenders rush faster than the forwards. It's fine if you can't grab the ball, but you have to defend the center anyway." Bar?"
He took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one and put it in his mouth, and pinched the other to his ear with his backhand.
"So what the hell are the centre-backs doing? Where are the assists from the wing?"
Chai Jiu turned on the lighter with the thumb cap, and lit the cigarette very deftly.The boys stared at him in surprise, only to see that he tilted his head and took a deep breath, then held the cigarette between his middle fingers and exhaled smoke rings.
"The formation is loose, the team is messy, the offense and defense are unclear, the movement is random, and the coordination is rubbish... The skills are invisible at all, and the strategic deployment does not exist at all..."
Fred and the boys beside him may have admired Chai Jiu from that moment.
He was wearing an ill-fitting school uniform loosely, rotten trousers full of holes in inferior fabrics, and a pair of worn-out sneakers that were so old that the color could not be seen.Obviously poor and down-and-out, but in the eyes of the boys, it created a free and unrestrained feeling.
He can play football, smoke, and studies in a sports school full of gangsters. He looks thin but physically strong like a monster...
In the eyes of the boys with their own filters, it is simply——
The man is in a mess!
——It was us who were bad before!We apologize!You must not care!From now on, we will treat you to snacks every day!
The boys gathered around Chai Mei's seat, carrying candies and chocolates.
——Xiao Mei, does your brother accept apprentices?
Chai Mei was extraordinarily bewildered by the sudden hospitality.
——Xiaomei, does your brother have a phone number?We must worship him as our teacher!
——Xiaomei, Xiaomei, you must speak more good things about us in front of your brother!
The girl lay on the table and covered her ears.
idiot brother.
In the beginning, there were only seven or eight people, and then there were more and more people, and the number was unbearable.
Chai Mei didn't understand when her elder brother became a national idol.
——When will the seniors compete!Our support team has already made banners!What do you think of this T-shirt?Domineering or not?Can it increase the momentum of the seniors?
——Senior seems to have a league next week!A few of us plan to skip class!Sister Xiaomei helps to cover for the brothers?
- Wow!Senior, the game yesterday was so cool!That shot pose is super cool!
And that elementary school started a football craze from then on. Under the guidance of a smoker who smoked a lot, there was actually a decent football team.Nearly one-third of these boys, after about two or three years, worked hard to get into the sports school that the old smoker attended with their excellent sports performance.
only……
The boy with a cigarette in his mouth no longer exists.
"Ji Shao Ji Shao." 16-year-old Zhai Bao was still a fat man of two hundred catties, he patted the shoulder of Ji Mi, who was also 16 years old, and shouted excitedly while holding up an admission ticket, "Look! I'm so lucky today! I bought a Coca-Cola lottery, and I actually got two tickets to the game!"
"You don't like football." Ji Mi said helplessly when his shoulder hurt from being patted by his fat hand, "Also, I told you not to drink carbonated drinks anymore, why can't you remember."
"Hehehe...forgot." Zhai Bao scratched his face embarrassingly, "But speaking of which, it would be a waste not to watch if you get a ticket, and I heard that this game is very good. ... Oh, it's super powerful anyway, it seems that there is a boy named 'Shuo Shu' in it, who is really awesome. Oh, young master Ji, you can enjoy it, you also know that my sister is depressed recently, and I don't It's good to provoke her..."
"No way." Ji Mi shook his head regretfully, "Did you forget that uncle is going to have a reception to announce his engagement today, and no one can be absent tonight."
"Oh! That's right...how did you forget this?" Zhai Bao patted his head angrily.
Perhaps the things in this world are just so wonderful. Many times, when we stand at the fork in our life and take a random step, we will unconsciously go to different endings.
Many years later, Ji Gu thought, what would happen if he didn't go to his uncle's reception that day, but stepped into the stadium to watch the game?
Will he meet that boy in advance, and see the 14-year-old him who was flamboyant, full of anger, and wanton.
What kind of story will happen to them at that time?
"Let's see it next time," Ji Mi smiled and joked humorously, "Anyway, your 'shuoshu' won't be eaten by cats casually."
"Hey, Shuoshu Shushuoshu." Zhai Bao said with a heartless smile, "Don't you just say that, Shuoshu...is fiercer than a tiger? I think you can say it the other way around if you eat a cat." Not sure hahaha!"
Unintentional words, a word becomes a prophecy.
The author has something to say: the next chapter will return to the main plot, and there will be interactions and cars between Mr. Cat and Mole (it’s time for the captain who hasn’t driven for a long time). .Although the fanboys are haunted, they won't threaten Mr. Cat's iron-like status. In the eyes of the little mole, people like Fred are still the little brats of the past, no matter how handsome they are now, hahaha. .