Chapter 46
The huge football field fell into dead silence.
The setting sun at dusk in the distance was dim, casting a shadow over Lian Yu, who was as stiff as a stone statue. As if awakened by the light, the corners of Lian Yu's lips twitched, and he looked at Zhou Fei with an indescribable expression.
Zhou Fei also realized that he had said the wrong thing. He looked around and suddenly pinched his fingers together.
"Hmph, how annoying!" Zhou Fei's voice was choked with smoke, and with a slap, he slapped Lian Yu, causing her figure to stumble. He pointed at Lian Yu, then at Qin Yi across from him: "You can't play this kind of drama just because we're close! I almost believed it, it scared me to death. Hmph, bad husband."
Lian Yu felt a chill in his heart.
He knew Qin Yi was staring at him. To be more precise, not just Qin Yi, but everyone present was waiting for his reaction. He could only squeeze out a few dry laughs from his throat: "Haha, huh?"
"Alright, alright." The coach, true to his nature, waited until he had had enough of the melon before speaking. He waved his hand and stood at the front of the court: "Stop messing around. I'll count down to 60 seconds. Line up according to your height."
Only then did everyone on the field start to move.
Lian Yu looked at Wan Heyi beside him and walked to the other end of the team. Wan Heyi stood there staring at him. When their eyes met, Wan Heyi mouthed:
Damn gay.
Lian Yu frowned.
Suddenly, Qin Yi passed by him. When they brushed past, Qin Yi paused for a moment: "So, everything you said last night was also a lie?"
"Also." Qin Yi tilted his head to look at him, "Does your boyfriend know that we hugged downstairs of his house yesterday?"
Lian Yu opened his mouth, but Qin Yi didn't give him any chance to speak and walked straight to the coach.
"Let me introduce you," the coach cleared his throat and raised his voice. "This is your person in charge, Teacher Qin Yiqin. I'm your coach, my last name is Gao. We'll be together for the next fifteen days of training, and I hope everyone gets along well."
"How's it going? Brother, aren't you being righteous?" Ignoring Coach Gao's words, Zhou Fei quietly took credit, "Luckily, I reacted quickly. Hey, what if I can't find a girlfriend in the future?"
Lian Yu sneered in his heart: "What can I do? I'll just sacrifice my butt."
"No, no, no!" Zhou Fei shuddered suddenly and couldn't control his voice.
"Ahem!" The coach coughed. Seeing everyone's gaze return to him, he put his hands behind his back and raised his chin. "Do you know what's most important in football? Strength? Speed? No, it's cooperation. Those three people who were arguing just now, step out."
Lian Yu and Zhou Fei looked at each other and stepped out of the line.
"As teammates, we must first learn to cooperate. I'll use the three of you as a model. Two of you will team up to score goals, and the remaining one will be the goalkeeper. If you can score eight out of ten, you'll pass the test and can rest. Otherwise, I'll keep playing with you."
The coach paused, his eyes scanning the three people who had stepped out of the line. "Is there anyone among you who hasn't practiced football for a day?"
Lian Yu raised his hand.
Noisy, low-pitched discussions immediately broke out all around.
“You’re coming here without having learned anything?”
"This team is too half-baked."
"Now what will become of the game? Let's just disband it as soon as possible."
?
A question mark slowly formed on Lian Yu's forehead. Wasn't it said that this was a temporary team? Why did they only tell him at the end that everyone else was a temporary team and he was the only one learning basketball temporarily?!
He looked at Qin Yi, who shook his head at him, his eyes filled with worry.
Lian Yu suddenly felt relieved.
The coach pondered for a moment, then pointed to Wan Heyi standing nearby. "Then you two will form teams, and start now—" Just as the coach finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He whistled to his lips, then released it. He quickly walked onto the track and turned his back.
As soon as the coach walked away, the team here became lively.
Amidst the chaos, Qin Yi grabbed Lian Yu's arm and lowered his voice: "Are you really capable? That person is clearly hostile to you. If you can't, don't force yourself."
Lian Yu lowered his eyes and saw the call interface lit up on Qin Yi's mobile phone screen.
In the distance, the coach hung up the phone and walked back, mumbling, "Who called? Why didn't you say anything?"
Lian Yu couldn't help but chuckle. He held Qin Yi's hand in his hand from an angle where no one could see him and squeezed it gently: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."
"you……"
Obviously, the opportunity to speak had been missed, so Qin Yi had to retreat to his original position, while Lian Yu ran a few steps and stood with Wan Heyi halfway up the green field.
"I know how you got in." Wan Heyi, his foot on the ball, squinted at Lian Yu. Because of the huge height difference, from this angle, Wan Heyi looked like he was rolling his eyes, and it felt like he was about to have an eye cramp. "It feels good to go through the backdoor, right? Luckily, Teacher Qin is still young. But people like you shouldn't be picky, you gay."
"Really? Why do you seem quite envious?" Lian Yu smiled at the goal in front of him, not even glancing at Wan Heyi: "Don't be discouraged, people like you have some fans among the middle-aged and elderly groups. Keep going."
Wan Heyi suddenly glared: "You!"
The whistle sounded, interrupting Wan Heyi from blurting out the swear word.
The training officially begins.
The first attack, the second attack, the third attack—
Goal.
Wan Heyi jumped up and cheered.
Lian Yu didn't even have a chance to touch the ball during the whole process. Every time he wanted to move forward, Wan Heyi would push him away without a sound. More importantly, the people next to him couldn't see the situation clearly and just thought he was hesitating.
"Newbies really can't do it."
"That's right, why not change people as soon as possible."
The coach blew the whistle again: "Don't be too happy too soon. Scoring one of the three goals means you have to score all the next seven goals."
Lian Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
This time, he watched Wan Heyi's movements closely. Wan Heyi's biggest weakness was that he paid more attention to Lian Yu than the ball.
So, just use fake moves to fool him.
Adrenaline surged to a fever pitch. Lian Yu zeroed in on his target, tensing all his muscles, as if aiming for the hostage's forehead, exposed for just a split second. In an instant, like a cheetah, dormant for far too long, it returned to the grasslands and launched a sudden attack.
The football spun at high speed, brushed past Zhou Fei's upraised hand, and knocked the huge white net into a sharp shape.
The ball goes in.
After a brief moment of shock, the green field was filled with the boys' cheers of satisfaction.
Lian Yu supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath. His heartbeat was loud and a familiar feeling was injected back into his body, as if at some point in the past, he had repeated this action thousands of times and it was so familiar that it had become a kind of muscle memory.
"Newbie, sure!"
"Is this a gifted monster?"
His teammates came up to hug him, but he turned his head away in the crowd and looked at Qin Yi outside the group.
As expected, Qin Yi was shocked to death. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was about to say something, and the corners of his eyes were trembling slightly with excitement.
Lian Yu winked at Qin.
This rare harmonious and exciting scene was broken by someone screaming.
"He let it go!" Wan Heyi pointed at Zhou Fei and yelled, "They are friends, he deliberately didn't take the ball!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Fei started cursing, rushing to fight Wan Heyi. Fortunately, Lian Yu pressed his chest in time to distance them. Zhou Fei continued to curse: "You are not strong enough to beat others, so don't blame the outside world. If I were you, I would find a toilet and drown in it right now--"
"Quiet!" The coach pressed his twitching eyebrows and interrupted Zhou Fei.
Finally, Wan Heyi, whose face had turned green from being scolded, saw a glimmer of hope: "Look, the coach..."
"I saw it," the coach said coldly. "There's nothing wrong with the goalkeeper's operation. Student, you need to reflect on yourself. If that's your mentality, I suggest you leave the team and rest."
Wan Heyi's eyes widened, his pale lips trembling. Suddenly, he bit his lower lip hard and glared at Lian Yu fiercely.
Lian Yu's left eyelid twitched suddenly.
Two goals, three goals, four goals... When Lian Yu scored the seventh goal without any error, the reaction of the onlookers had changed from cheering to gasping.
Is this a newcomer? This is a monster.
Wan Heyi's teeth were nearly broken. He clenched his fists and stood in front of the ball with Lian Yu for the tenth time. The whistle blew for the last time, and this time, Wan Heyi didn't aim at the ball, but at Lian Yu's head.
The moment Lian Yu's instep touched the football, he suddenly felt a chill rushing into his collar, and his scalp instantly went numb. This was a bad premonition, which often meant that something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, the moment the football entered the basket, he felt a sudden pain in his forehead.
A warm, salty liquid flowed into his mouth, and Lian Yu smacked his lips. Oh, it's blood, that's all right.
"Xiaoyu!"
The bright white figure ran towards him desperately, pushing away the layers of people and the coach, and appeared in front of him with a pair of beautiful red eyes.
Qin Yi quickly pressed his bleeding forehead. All the coldness and alienation seemed like a disguise thrown away in a hurry, leaving only his original self and a lively and trembling heart.
"I'm fine." Lian Yu curled the corners of her lips, and still had the strength to reach out and touch Qin Yi's cheek.
It's quite soft.
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