Greenery on the back

Chapter 8 Serving the country with the ball
In front of the TV screen, there were two teenagers sitting on the sofa, one was concentrating on watching the game broadcast, and the other seemed to be waking up from a dream.

With a sound of "snap!", Tang Chuan slapped his thigh hard, "Oh! I was scored again." On the game screen, the Chinese team had already played 0-3 with the South Korean team.

Wang Lan was infected by Tang Chuan's behavior and became interested in this game.He began to watch these 22 people grab a ball game seriously.

Looking at the Chinese players who were running loosely and the footwork of stopping the ball for five meters, Wang Lan asked Tang Chuan in puzzlement, "Are people from China playing football very poorly now?"

You must know that in the Song Dynasty, Huaguo was the country with the best footwork.

"You can't say that. There are more than 200 countries in the world, and we rank in the [-]s." Tang Chuan found that the other party still couldn't remember the Arabic numerals, so he wrote all the numbers in Chinese characters.

"But Chinese people strive to be the first in everything, and football is the world's number one sport. Now the national football is playing like this, which really doesn't satisfy us."

"National football?" Wang Lan obviously had never heard of this term.

"It's the football team that represents the country." Seeing that the defeat was decided, Tang Chuan also calmed down and explained to the other party.

"Football team." Wang Lan said the word silently, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Isn't this the football club?
Ball clubs similar to modern football teams appeared in the Song Dynasty. Players gathered in an organization to carry out various performances and competitions.The biggest of all the clubs is the "Qiyun Club", which is known for its players who can kick the ball soaring into the sky. "Qiyun Club", also known as "World Circle", is determined to bring together all the players in the world.

"Why don't you send some masters into the national football team?" Wang Lang asked.

"The eleven players here are already the best players our country can produce." Tang Chuan looked rather helpless.

The words "our country" made Wang Lang suddenly realize that no matter what dynasty it is now, the young man in front of him is also a member of the Hua Kingdom, and he is still in the Hua Kingdom.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly turned hot, and he said to himself: "I am a magnificent country, but now I am not as good as those smiling small countries in playing football. What a shame!"

"Master Yue Fei once taught us to serve the country with all our loyalty. If I can serve the country with my current golf skills, I will come back to this world in vain."

Having made up his mind, Wang Lan slipped his hand into his pants pocket, took out the skipping rope that was about to hang himself, and threw it under the sofa.

"Don't mention these annoying things," Tang Chuan turned off the TV and said, "I'm here to help you restore your memory. Let's continue studying today."

Tang Chuan took out a bunch of books from his schoolbag and put them on the coffee table, "Brother Chuan studied your condition all night yesterday. Do you know? There was once an American woman who had the same disease as you, and she only had The memory from before the age of 15 is stored. Afterwards, such as how to use the mobile phone and how to surf the Internet, I have to relearn bit by bit.”

While Tang Chuan was writing what he said in a notebook for Wang Lan to read, he spread out the pile of books, all of which were encyclopedias. "But you don't even know your own mother anymore. I guess you are more serious than that American. If you want to learn anything, just ask."

Wang Lan smiled, and went back to the room to fetch a black square iron sheet, which was exactly the kind of machine that the school doctor and teacher talk to. "Please tell me how to use this thing?"

"Mobile phone! Don't say it, you really can't do without this thing." Tang Chuan grabbed Yue Feng's ten fingers, experimented back and forth on the fingerprint unlock button of the phone, and finally turned on the screen with his right index finger.

A light suddenly lit up on the iron sheet, and a bunch of small icons appeared.

"Use this finger next time, rub it together and it will open." Tang Chuan pointed to Wang Lang's right index finger and patiently taught him how to use the phone.

It was the first time Wang Lan experienced the function of sound transmission through the air, and he was very excited.

"This is a recording," Tang Chuan demonstrated how to record and play. "I think you'd better record our conversation and listen to it slowly at night. This may help you recover your language function."

He learned this trick from a book on treating aphasia.

Wang Lan repeatedly tested the recording function, his mouth was wide open, as if the master showed him how to draw a bow for the first time when he was learning archery as a child.

Tang Chuan didn't stop to rest until the evening when Yue Feng's mother came back.He shook his right wrist vigorously. In order to communicate with the other party, he had already written an entire book with a pen.

"Xiao Chuan, stay for dinner, anyway, there are only me and Yue Feng at home." Yue Feng's mother put on her apron and went into the kitchen.

Tang Chuan just wanted to ask, isn't Yue Feng's father coming back?But he suddenly remembered something, swallowed the words, and stood up awkwardly, "No auntie, my mother called me home for dinner."

Yue Feng is a single-parent family without a father.How could I forget about this, I almost said the wrong thing.

After Tang Chuan left, Wang Lan tried to communicate with Yue Feng's mother by making gestures and imitating at the dinner table, and unexpectedly learned a lot of words and phrases.

Yue Feng's mother is very patient and optimistic.She looked up at a picture of a child on the TV cabinet, and said with a smile, "Why do I feel like I'm suddenly back when you were two years old, and that's how I taught you to speak at that time."

At night, Wang Lan put down the book in his hand, looked at the textbooks of elementary school and junior high school on the bookshelf, feeling in his heart, this young man Yue Feng really has a lot of books.

How did he know that in this era, most teenagers in Huaguo are like this.

Wang Lan yawned lightly, went to the bathroom and washed his face.Looking at the strange but gradually familiar face in the mirror, he thought that he was about to live as Yue Feng, and his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

"Yue Feng!" Wang Lan rubbed the boy's face, which was immature and ordinary.

He secretly said in his heart: "Since I borrow your body to live, then I will use your name to display my skills! Wang Lan should have died for the country by wrapping his body in horse leather. From now on, I will no longer be Wang Lan, but Yue Feng!"

The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, Wang Lan said to himself three times, "You are no longer Wang Lan, you are Yue Feng!", forcing the brain to remember this new identity.

Yue Feng took out his mobile phone, tried hard to recall what he learned yesterday, and fumbled to turn on the recording function.

Yue Feng guessed that Tang Chuan would come over in a while, and he wanted to record all the conversations with Tang Chuan today, and learn along with it while playing it at night.In this way, you can learn the Chinese spoken by people in this era faster.

Sure enough, as soon as Yue Feng's mother went to work, Tang Chuan hurried over.The new "Yue Feng" who had decided to live with a new identity opened the door, but Tang Chuan didn't go in. Instead, he turned around and said, "Come in, he's alone at home."

Yue Feng tilted his head and saw a person standing behind Tang Chuan.

"Look who I invited here?" Tang Chuan said with a sinister smile, "Hehehe... Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

(End of this chapter)