Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 19 Answers
A tense atmosphere spread in Raven Garcia's office. Jose Rodriguez sat slumped on the sofa with his hands tightly covering his face, but he couldn't stop the gloom emanating from him, and the hidden anger in between.

"You said that according to your plan, Jan can stay in Alcochet, but I didn't expect it to be in this way. Maybe there are some things that I didn't explain clearly to you."

A slightly dull voice leaked from Jose's fingers, the sun was shining outside the window, but his words carried a cold meaning: "Yang is the only reason for me to live with this disease in this world. I promised his mother, I promised to let him grow up healthily..."

Garcia had a hesitant expression on his face. He didn't know how to talk to the man in front of him, but he said helplessly:

"Jose, I'm really sorry, what happened this time... from my point of view, it was indeed the hands of those boys in the upper city, but... but there is no evidence for this kind of thing. With that guy Russo, Even if you report it to Chairman Cintra, you will be hit by Yuancheng's normal body, and it will be treated as an accident at best."

Jose shook his head, rubbed his red eyes due to lack of rest, and said slowly: "Yang, he still can't remember clearly what happened that day. The doctor said that the location of the hit on the brain is very dangerous. Fortunately, there was no accident. Congestion, otherwise the recovery may be very slow... Well, Yang told me that you were the one who protected him from the sun that day on the stretcher, and watched him in the infirmary for a long time, no matter what, I still want to thank you. "

Garcia was stunned, and after thinking about it for a moment, he said: "He must not be talking about me. At that time, I was suppressing the gang of boys who were fighting, and I was standing next to Yang... Uh, it was an official of the first team. Give Rob Mr. Sen is the interpreter, it seems to be... Ah, yes, Mourinho, it should be him."

"Mourinho? Is that him? I've met him a few times at the stadium..."

Garcia said with some fear: "At that time, he reacted very quickly and grabbed Yang's tongue. Later, I realized that after a coma, the tongue will fall back, which may block the trachea and cause suffocation. Thanks to his experience."

"Then I really have to thank him well. When Yang is discharged from the hospital, I will go to him to thank him face to face. By the way, Mr. Garcia, Yang has been in the hospital these days, and has been yelling that Little Ped didn't come to see him. Will you be injured by those bastards too?" Jose's face softened a little, and he still asked worriedly when he mentioned Pedeno.

Garcia seemed to be thinking of something bad, with a weird expression on his face and a serious expression on his face. He sighed and said, "Yang was in a coma at the time, so he didn't know anything. It seems that no one told you when Yang was sent to the hospital...Pei When Denio saw Young being fouled maliciously that day, he punched Davlar, broke his nasal bone, and was later beaten up by those people. I went to see him during the holidays. I have been hiding in the dormitory and refused to come out..."

Jose's expression also became weird, and he stared at Garcia for a long time before saying: "You think there is no evidence, and you didn't even try to appeal. It turns out that a child pushed the tank in front. So, If nothing happens to their tricks, my son can also take advantage of the situation to stay, everyone is happy, right?"

Garcia heard the sharp irony in Jose's words, and sat down on the sofa. He wanted to pat him on the shoulder but withdrew his hand, and said bitterly: "Jose, everyone is involuntary, Mensa has already made it clear that no one should care about Pedeno’s affairs, and someone above will handle it. But no matter what, he probably won’t be able to stay in the Alcochete base anymore, this is a fact..."

As soon as Garcia sat down, José stood up like an electric shock, with his hips crossed and his head lowered, hesitant to speak, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Then he shook his head and walked towards the door to leave. When he touched the doorknob, Jose turned around and said, "Coach Garcia, I won't blame you. I just feel that I said something wrong before."

"It's not just children who are always distinguishing between good and bad, that's right."

Jose held his head up and walked quickly in the corridor. He walked vigorously, and the pain that was lurking in his body like tarsus maggots could not be seen at this moment.

……

Pierre Salvador followed Russo Cesar, passing through the living area of ​​the Alcochete Base, and arrived in front of the dormitory building for the younger students.

He still remembers the first time he came here with Pedonio, because he didn't know who to look for, so he had to run around with the recommendation letter and struggle for a long time before completing the admission procedures.

Today, there is a coach from the youth training base to lead the way, so I don't have to wander around like a headless chicken. The reason for coming here again is to give my son a drop-out procedure.

There is no wanton sea breeze infiltrating the alveoli, no familiar yelling and gags, staying in this satellite city belonging to Lisbon, Pierre feels very oppressed in his chest, as if there is a block of depression.

He wants to get out of here quickly, and Peddenho also wants to get out of here.

But the two never thought of going together...

Seeing Pierre come in, Pednio just raised his eyelids and called Dad. For him who has been waiting, it doesn't make much difference who will pronounce the sentence.

"Ped, you know why I'm here this time. You promised me that after you came to Sporting Lisbon, you would put your temper in order and not fight or cause trouble..." Pierre looked thin Many sons said while suppressing complicated emotions.

Pedeno interrupted his words: "Dad, what did the people in the club say to you?"

Pierre frowned. He was sent here directly after he came out of the Resfera Villa of the Seymodo family. He didn't even see Paul Mensa who called him.And this coach Russo Cesar emphasized to himself the discipline of the Alcochete base along the way. Apart from these, he really didn't know what his son wanted to ask.

"Ped, no matter what, you broke someone's nose, how could the club keep you here?"

Pedeno's body curled up even tighter under the quilt, and he asked hesitantly, "So, Dad, aren't you willing to listen to my explanation? All of them...all of them are unwilling to listen to my explanation..."

"I can listen, and I believe you too, son, but the explanation of this matter..." Pierre shook his head, pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Peddenio, "It's not what you said , or so others say."

Pednio took the paper full of words, read only three or two lines, and shouted angrily at his father: "This is betrayal!"

He looked at the elegant handwritten cursive characters on the letter paper, those characters were mechanically standard and perfect, but they were so cruel and cold that people couldn't recognize them.

The aroma of the high-grade ink has not yet evaporated, perhaps it has reached his eyes that have been burned by loneliness for a few days, and tears fell on the paper with two "tap-tap" one after another.

The paper was also full of the power of wealth and wealth, and even two drops of salty tears failed to smear even a little bit of smudged ink.

"This is blatant betrayal, Dad..." He murmured softly, as if losing his soul.

Pierre couldn't bear it, he hesitated to speak while stroking his son's cheek, his big hand was very gentle when rubbing, but the rough barbed scar on his finger pulp would not make him appear more gentle because of it.

"Ped, Dad apologized and begged. But people said that only in this way will the violent record be removed from the file for you, and it will also help you enter the youth training team in Maritimo. Madeira is the best. Didn’t you say you wanted to play there before?”

Pedeno was crying, shaking his head in pain, and suddenly asked urgently as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Father, can we lose money, not only lose money, but also let him break my nose?"

As he talked, the snot dripped down and hung on the letter paper, making the ten-year-old look funny and extremely sad.

Pierre smiled miserably: "Father borrowed money from the bearded uncle and brought 41 escudos, which I thought should be enough. But the old housekeeper later showed me the bill, Lisbon San Pamela Pull the hospital, [-] escudos, and it's just the correction fee, hehe..."

"Ped, you know that Dad's salary at sea depends on the harvest. If it weren't for the recommendation letter from the scout, the fee for learning football here is free for under ten years old. As long as the living expenses are paid, I wouldn't Let you go to Lisbon. You have younger brothers and sisters, and your parents have to take them with you, not to mention 41, and the [-] escudos will take many years to pay back."

"You grow up slowly, and you can only say something to you. Even if you can pass this assessment, we plan to let you go home, and you can help the family while going to school. And with Sporting Lisbon Youth training experience, other teams are more willing to want you, maybe you can directly sign a training contract..."

"Ped, this piece of paper is dirty, why don't you make another copy, and use it tomorrow..."

In the room of the dormitory, there were only the father and son, but even the double warmth of family affection and hometown could not warm up the hopelessly cold conversation.

……

"Mr. Rodriguez, your son's discharge procedure has been completed, and the relevant bill will be sent to the address you filled in. Although the discharge standard has been basically met, we still recommend not to do excessive strenuous exercise in the last three to five days , if you still have the previous symptoms, please notify us as soon as possible." After listening to the routine notice, Jose thanked the staff and walked out of the hospital with Jan.

The U9 echelon will hold a morning meeting tomorrow to announce the general evaluation of the assessment and announce the list of promotion to the U12 echelon. Yang is looking forward to the results of himself and Pedeno, so he walks ahead very happily.

As for the content of the conversation with Garcia today, Jose didn't tell Yang, because there was a choice still brewing in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, or right or wrong.

He was thinking about it, and Yang suddenly stopped in front of him, looked back at Jose and asked:

"Dad, am I standing up straight now? That's how the doctors asked me to test my balance when they checked me for a concussion."

Jose came to Yang's side, and stood with his hands on the seam of his trousers like him, and said softly: "You stand very straight, very good, now look at Dad, see if you stand as straight as you ?”

"Well, Dad, you stand upright too."

At this moment, both of them got the answer they wanted. The father and son looked at each other and smiled, so that all their troubles were relieved.

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