Ender's Football

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Both Helena and Demi refused to communicate, so Ender finally learned from Yale that the two plasticine figures he mistook for "alien" were actually... himself, and poor Stanzel.

Ender couldn't help being shocked. It was really hard for him to imagine that the bloated, bucket-like villain with caterpillar-like eyebrows and sausage mouth was Stanzel, and it was even more difficult to imagine that another zombie villain with a left leg and a right leg was... …Own.

"So... what are we doing here?" Ender asked.

Demi, who had just turned around, turned back again and said seriously: "Your family is playing football, Brother Ender, look at your leg, is there a white ball, isn't that a shot? Also, Uncle Stanzel is holding a whistle and is refereeing you and Helena."

...Oh, it turns out that the thing that looks like a water gun is not a "water gun".

Ender thought.

...but a whistle that doesn't look like a "whistle" at all.

Probably because the expression on his face was a bit indescribable, the little boy tugged at the hem of his clothes and said timidly: "Brother Ander, why do you look unhappy? Miss Sarna praised our group! She said we are very happy." Creative! And your villain Helena has been pinched for a long time! And Demi and I are all pinched out according to Uncle Stanzel and Helena! This is our gift to you! "

Ender turned his dull eyes back to the plasticine figurine, swallowed hard, and said, "I see, thank you, Yael."

If it wasn't for the fact that Yael's eyes were too clear and innocent, he really doubted that the child would know how to speak in a strange way at a young age.You must know that the villain he made for Helena is sweet and cute, which can be called a masterpiece of art, and the one made by Helena and Demi... don't mention it.

But of course, Ender didn't think that Helena and Demi were deliberately vilifying themselves. When they took out their plasticine masterpieces, Helena was obviously ashamed, and it seemed that the little girl was not willing to make herself feel bad. Show him that side.

Ender quickly adjusted his mentality, took the initiative to squat down, and thanked Yeer and Demi: "Thank you for your gifts, and thank you for your willingness to help Lianna complete her gifts. I will pick you up at your home tomorrow afternoon, okay? "

The children seemed satisfied, and Ender went to coax Helena again: "Thank you, Lena, your gift is very cute."

Helena turned her head, and the normally proud little girl looked a little wilted now: "——if you really think it's 'cute'."

"Of course it's cute!" Ender laughed, "I didn't expect you to be willing to do this... Lianna, to be honest, I'm quite surprised, thank you for being willing to participate in my sports, even though I know you may not be very Love it, and thank you for being willing to pinch me."

He sincerely thanked Helena, and besides that, there was one more thing to say.

…Thank you for your willingness to include “me” in family activities.

Helena looked much better, the little girl coaxed by him raised her head again, and happily got together with her little friend again.

Ender smiled and went to get them drinks.

"Who wants mango juice? And strawberry juice."

he asked as he walked towards the kitchen.

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After sending off a few children, Ender stretched himself, feeling his bones were a little weak.

He glanced outside the house, it was still dark, and thinking about the fact that he didn't have much school homework today, he decided to take the football and go out to play for a while.

There is a community football field near the community where they live, which is about half the size of a normal football field. Because it is close to the residential area, it is surrounded by barbed wire—children around often come here to play. In order to prevent the brats from kicking and breaking the glass of any family today.

Evening is the busiest time for the field. A group of children are running on the field. One of the boys in a striped shirt is holding a small football. He is about 7 or 8 years old and looks very lonely. , because there are so many children around, but no one stepped forward to play with him.

Seeing Ender, the child's eyes lit up.

"Ender!" The loneliness in him seemed to dissipate all of a sudden, and he ran over waving his arms.

Ender touched his little head: "Good afternoon, little Martin."

The child named Martin has a darker complexion, black hair, high browbones, and a pair of very beautiful big eyes underneath, with obvious Middle Eastern features.He looked very thin, barely reaching Ender's waist, and he couldn't speak German. He just kept shouting "Ender" and pointed to the field.

"Shall I take you to play on the field?"

However, Ender easily understood what the kid meant. He took the football in Martin's hand with one hand, put his arms around the kid with the other, and the two walked onto the turf together.

In the past month, he has often come to this stadium to practice football skills, and many children living nearby have known him.Plus he was still wearing the Uwensborg jersey - the most popular club in the city, so it didn't take long for a group of kids to gather around him.

"Boys, who is the strongest today?"

"Me!" "It's not you, it's me!" The boys laughed and fought together.

"It's Ender!" said one of the children. "He's from the Uwensburg youth team!"

Ender gave him a high five.

"Want to watch me juggle the ball?"

The children nodded.

He took Martin's small football, threw it upwards, and quickly jumped up with his thighs and toes, pushing the white ball over his head again and again, letting it rest on his head, shoulders, and toes...

"One, two, three,... one hundred, one hundred one, one hundred two..." The children counted in unison.

Ander played street football since he was a child, and he has a lot of tricks to juggle the ball. Now he deliberately performs it, which is even more dazzling.When he took the ball out of the air after a few hundred bounces, the children around him had already stood on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, all applauding and cheering for him.

"Ender! Ender! Ender!"

Ender laughed.

"This is little Martin," he pulled Martin into his arms and introduced him to the other children. "He's a good kicker too. He wants to play with you, okay?"

"Okay!" The boys responded excitedly.

Ender pushed Martin and said in curt Arabic, "laeibkura talqadam (play football)"

Probably because his pronunciation was a bit funny, Martin giggled when he heard this, the kid turned his head and answered "Ja (OK)" obediently, and ran out with the boys.

Ender watched the group of children running far away, and the smile on his face never stopped.

With a little force under his feet, he scooped up the football that had just been placed on the ground with his instep, preparing to practice basic skills for a while.

"It seems that you are very popular with the children." A voice came from behind him with a gentle smile.

Ender didn't recognize the owner of the voice, but when he turned his head, he was immediately taken aback.

The face that he had only seen on social media before suddenly appeared on the sidelines of an ordinary community football field in an ordinary residential area, making him suddenly feel that ordinary reality has become illusory.

"Sighard!"

Outside the barbed wire, the blond goalkeeper stood there with his pockets in his pocket, waving at him in a leisurely manner: "Good evening, helpful young man."

He didn't wear the sportswear with the club logo, and he looked relaxed and comfortable, "I really didn't expect to see you again today."