Minghai No. 2 Middle School, the school playground and the central podium are already filled with rows of tables and chairs.

Sitting at the front was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at the crowd of students entering the venue and smiled slightly at another middle-aged man beside him: "Director Qi, this year's Xia Chun Festival in our school

Being able to have you here to watch the cup really brings face to our school."

"As for the principal, your school's Xia Chun Cup is specially supported by the government. Naturally, our Education Bureau will strongly support this kind of activity that is beneficial to students' physical and mental health." Director Qi was wearing a white shirt.

With a smile on his lips: "By the way, I heard that your school has another football genius, is it called Yi Sicheng?"

"Yes, he is in the third class of the second grade of high school. He has been spotted by the provincial football team some time ago. He may go there for training next semester." Liu Botao, the principal of the No. 2 Middle School, nodded with a smile on his face: "Where is this student?

, has always been the key talent of our school, maybe he will be another Gu Qinghai."

Having said this, Liu Botao gestured towards Zhang Chunshui on his left. Zhang Chunshui saw this and ran over quickly with a smile on his face: "Principal, are you looking for me?"

"Well, Director Qi, this is Yi Sicheng's head teacher, Teacher Zhang Chunshui. I think he knows the situation in Yi Sicheng better than I do." Liu Botao had a smile on his face. Minghai No. 2 Middle School relied on Gu Qinghai

, which has added a lot of reputation to the school.

If there is another Yisi City this time, Minghai No. 2 Middle School may be more famous than No. 1 Middle School.

"Hello, Director." Zhang Chunshui extended his hand to Director Qi.

Director Qi nodded at him: "Well, Teacher Zhang, the Education Bureau has always emphasized that students should develop together morally, intellectually, physically, artistically, and physically. You have done a very good job in this regard, and I appreciate it very much."

"In addition, the deputy director of our bureau was supposed to come today, but I received news at the last minute that Pider, the special coach of the national football team, happened to come to Minghai, so I asked him to come with me to observe.

"Speaking of this, Director Qi had a deep look on his face and said earnestly: "Coach Pider was once an ace coach in Europe. He played for Chris Bill's team and even brought out Ronaldinho, Zidar and others.

An ace star, and a super coach who led the team to a second-place finish in the World Cup."

"This time, if Yi Sicheng performs well, it is very likely that he will be directly recruited into the national team. I believe this will not only be beneficial to Yi Sicheng's personal development, but also be beneficial to the reputation of your school."

Having said this, Director Qi paused slightly.

"Pidel! That football madman!" Hearing Director Qi's words, Liu Botao was surprised and then ecstatic: "Director, don't worry, we have just arranged a game in Yisi City today, and the match in the afternoon will be against Class 7."

"Class 7, how is the strength of Class 7?" Director Qi looked at Principal Liu Botao.

The meaning is very simple, if the strength is too strong, it will not be conducive to Yi Sicheng's personal performance.

Liu Botao waved to the other side on the right. Zheng Changhe had been paying attention to the situation on this side just now. When he saw Zhang Chunshui being called over by the principal and chatting happily with the director of the Education Bureau, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

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Now seeing someone waving at him, Zheng Changhe immediately became happy and ran over, thinking that something good would happen.

"Well, Director Qi, let me introduce you. This is the head teacher of Class 7, Zheng Changhe." Liu Botao introduced to Director Qi.

"Hello, Director Qi." Zheng Changhe smiled happily.

"Teacher Zheng, is the guy in your class who is better at football, named Feng Yong, still in the hospital?" Liu Botao looked at Zheng Changhe and asked.

Zheng Changhe's face froze: "Well, well, the doctor said that his condition is a bit serious and it may take some time before he can be discharged from the hospital, so he will not be able to participate in today's football match." Zheng Changhe spoke carefully.

Originally, Class 7 could not beat Class 3, but now the situation has become even worse. Class 7 will probably lose even more miserably.

Zheng Changhe thought Liu Botao would be angry, but he didn't expect Liu Botao to smile slightly at this moment and look at Director Qi: "Qi Bureau, look, the best player in Class Seven has been injured and hospitalized, so today, Yi Sicheng will definitely be able to make a big gain

Complete victory, and kicked Class 7 to death."

"Don't worry about this." Liu Botao smiled on his face. Director Qi on the side heard this and nodded approvingly: "That's good, then when the game starts in the afternoon, let this, this Zhang

Teacher, please accompany Pider, it is best to help him identify who Yi Sicheng is."

"I will arrange a special translator." Director Qi was in a good mood.

Zhang Chunshui was also full of pride. He glanced at Zheng Changhe who looked embarrassed and said with a cheerful smile: "Old Zheng, if your class is kicked out by Yi Sicheng this time, don't be sad. It's all doomed."

It’s something about that.”

Liu Botao glanced at Zheng Changhe and said, "Go back to your seat. The mobilization meeting will start soon."

Zheng Changhe returned to his position, feeling unhappy in his heart.

Both the principal and Director Qi seem to want to see their Class 7 kicked out?

And the look in Zhang Chunshui's eyes at the end made Zheng Changhe feel very uncomfortable. He himself had some problems with Zhang Chunshui, the head teacher of the third class, and he was directly despised just now, but Zheng Changhe had no way to fight back, so

Zheng Changhe was extremely aggrieved.

"If Feng Yong hadn't been injured, no matter how bad our class was, we wouldn't have lost so badly. Now, are we really going to be kicked through?" Zheng Changhe sighed.

Under the stands, most of the students had already entered the venue and were standing in rows according to each class.

Zheng Changhe looked at the position of Team 7 with a faint look, and soon saw Lin Yi standing in the middle of the team.

Seeing Lin Yi, Zheng Changhe felt angry in his heart. If it weren't for Lin Yi, how could Feng Yong in his class be injured?

Moreover, the reason why Feng Yong was injured has not been found out until now, which makes Zheng Changhe even more upset.

"This Lin Yi, after the ball game, I will give it a good beating. I don't want to be a student who doesn't study and is dishonest. I don't want to be a student like this!"

Zheng Changhe made up his mind that no matter what, staying here would be a disaster for his class. After the game, he would quickly find an opportunity to talk to the principal and ask him to transfer Lin Yi to another class.

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Lin Yi stood in the crowd, looking at the podium in front of him with calm eyes.

"In my previous life, I stood here like this, looking at the teacher above. He was the most ordinary person among all living beings. But in this life, the Xia Chun Cup means nothing to me."

"It's just a competition that a bunch of rubbish are proud of. Wait until I show you what real football is."
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