My three pots of meat plants

The key battle between Huaguo VS Iran was held at the K City Stadium.

City K is a blessed place for Chinese football.Many years ago, the Huaguo team, which was at a low ebb, won the Asian Cup championship that year in K City in an upset.

Wen Wuchu brought Bai Shengxiu and Xue Jingrui to City K one day earlier.

After a night and a noon rest, Wen Wuchu took the two Rou Zhijuns to the stadium after lunch.

If it was later, they would definitely not be able to get in.

I don't know how many fans and media will gather in this city today.If it wasn't for the special existence of Qi Jingze who could help him get three tickets, it would be very difficult for the chairman of the Football Association to get one more ticket.

Wen Wuchu drove the car he rented yesterday to the gymnasium.

It was still noon, and many fans had already gathered in the stadium. They were still holding on to their last hope that they could buy tickets from scalpers.

The OB trucks outside the stadium, the billboards, the overhead cameras, all foreshadow how much attention will be paid to tonight's game.

Wen Wuchu found a relatively remote parking space and parked the car.

"The door is open." Bai Shengxiu reminded his little manager.

Wen Wuchu turned his head and pulled the car door, very sure. "closed!"

Bai Shengxiu let out a chuckle, and moved closer to Wen Wuchu, covering an indescribable part with his hand.

Wen Wuchu suddenly became excited, and just about to push the person away, he heard a subtle and familiar metallic sound.Then it was Bai Shengxiu with a joking voice: "I mean, the door here is not closed."

Wen Wuchu blushed, and immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the restaurant.

The game still officially started at [-]:[-] pm.

Before the players entered the field, the atmosphere of the scene was too warm to describe.

There were probably only two people who were the calmest in the audience, Xue Jingrui and Bai Shengxiu.

Bai Shengxiu kept quietly flipping through the books he brought in his hand, stopping from time to time to chat with Wen Wuchu.

Xue Jingrui didn't stop eating from the moment he sat down.

The large bag of bread and puffed snacks that Wen Wuchu originally planned to serve as supper had been wiped out by Xue Jingrui, leaving only a few flat bags.

The audience was immersed in an atmosphere of enthusiasm and anticipation, but no one noticed their strangeness. At most, they thought that these two were not real fans, maybe they were rich sons who snatched tickets to take pictures and post them on Moments to show off.

But there was one person who kept paying attention to them, and that was Lin Jing who was sitting on the other side of Wen Wuchu.

Lin Jing is a well-known football reporter. As for whether this fame is praised or criticized, it is a matter of opinion.

Lin Jing's press releases are unique, specifically in that he can always write a serious football report like a lively little yellow article.

For example, when he writes about national football games, that’s how it is.

【Ji Pingping blocks the ball with his chest.The fierce collision between football and jersey brings a beautiful and attractive arc.

Although through the jersey, although Ji Pingping's body is narrow, we can vaguely see his solid chest.It is so hard, so firm, as if it can swallow the world.

The big-breasted stunner by the side of the court was also cheering for Ji Pingping's wonderful block, and his chest was choppy.That chest may not have the momentum of Ji Pingping's horizontal chest, but that beautiful curve is like the most mouth-watering peach in this season...]

Because the news articles he wrote were too personal, Lin Jing was awarded the title of "Huang Ji".

But these days, Lin Jing's reports are getting more and more serious, with thousands of words in length, and he can't find a partial description.

"Old Lin, have you changed your gender recently?" asked the other journalists in the same company.

For example, in the first two games, Fan Yi was touched by a foreign player's tackle on his crotch. With Lin Jing's personality, it is necessary to describe the ball from all angles and angles to figure out whether the ball is in pain or injured. .

Lin Jing, on the other hand, summed it up plainly, making everyone in the industry feel that the world is red and rainy.

Lin Jing smiled without saying a word, looking at the photo in his hand.

That's a photo of Qi Jingze, who is currently the most sought after by reporters all over the country.

Lin Jing is a true national football fan, but these years, the ups and downs of the national football team and then more and more ups and downs broke his heart.

He worked as a financial reporter when he graduated, and later became a football reporter by mistake.

One day when the national football team was defeated, Lin Jing wrote an all-sarcasm article in a fit of anger, focusing on the analysis of the size of a certain part of the national football team. Unexpectedly, it was very popular and became a hit.

Since then, no matter serious reports, interviews or essays, Lin Jing's style has been simple pornography/violence.

However, Lin Jing didn't like this style.

If you can write about the fitness and heroic posture of the players on the court, and if the performance of the players is bright, why does he need to describe whether a certain place is hard or not.

The appearance of Qi Jingze pulled the national football team and him out of a swamp.

Qi Jingze's brilliant performance drove the whole team and gave him hope.

At this moment, Lin Jing's attention stayed on Wen Wuchu's face.

Maybe the two people next to Wen Wuchu who behaved strangely, wearing hats and black-rimmed glasses were more interesting, but it was Wen Wuchu who Lin Jing was most interested in.

Lin Jing was sure that the person beside him was Wen Wuchu.

A long time ago, when there was a popular variety show that he hadn't watched, many colleagues said that he and Wen Wuchu had a nine-point resemblance and asked him if he was related.

At that time, he had also seen Wen Wuchu's photo, and it was indeed very similar, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, there are many people who look alike in the world.

He really paid attention to Wen Wuchu before the match against Uzbekistan.

At the end of the training match that was open to the media, a large group of reporters rushed to Qi Jingze like a swarm, trying to catch a few words.

However, the other party ignored everyone and wanted to return to the rest area.

Lin Jing was also a member of the swarm, but he was not strong enough, and was squeezed in the middle by a group of reporters who were tall and thick.

"Jingze, do you have any expectations for today's game? Tell me a few words!" Even though he was squeezed in the middle, Lin Jing still held up his notebook hard and asked with a jumpy head.

Qi Jingze stopped and looked in his direction.

After a moment, he walked in his direction.

Just like in a TV series, the reporters surrounding him took two steps back to the sides, making way for a passage.

In this time and space, only the two of them are left.

"You're not Ah Chu." Qi Jingze sized him up for a moment, said nothing, left him confused and a group of unresponsive reporters, and quickly disappeared into the passage leading to the lounge.

It was also at that time that Lin Jing began to pay attention to Wen Wuchu formally.

At this moment, the Lord was sitting beside him, and Lin Jing couldn't help but linger on the other's face.

No matter how nervous Wen Wuchu was, he also noticed the scrutiny of the person beside him.

Thinking that he recognized their fans, Wen Wuchu tilted his head to say hello, but was also taken aback when he saw Lin Jing.

Like myself.

Wen Wuchu felt like he was looking in a mirror.

However, if you take a closer look, you will find that there are still quite obvious differences between the two.

The other party's eyes and lips are almost exactly the same as his own, but his nose is straighter than his own, and his face is slightly thinner, making people feel more shrewd and capable.

"Broker Wen." The other party greeted.

The voice line was almost the same, Wen Wuchu froze for a moment, then nodded.

"My name is Lin Jing, and I'm a football reporter."

"Ah... you are that Xiao Huang... that football reporter." Wen Wuchu almost blurted out Xiao Huang Wen's reporter, but fortunately he stopped abruptly.

Lin Jing laughed at himself, but was not annoyed.Xiao Huangwen's title of reporter has been with him for a long time, and it seems that he is quite famous outside the circle.

"By the way, is Qi Jingze really an artist in your studio?" Lin Jing asked.

Lin Jing and most of his colleagues still remained skeptical about the widely rumored rumor in the circle that Qi Jingze was an artist at Wen Wuchu's studio.

How can there be an artist who has not been trained at all and is such a good goalkeeper?

Wen Wuchu smiled awkwardly: "Yes, it's a mistake. Didn't you go to the media area today? Why are you watching the game in the stands?"

Wen Wuchu changed the subject, not wanting to entangle Qi Jingze's origin for too long, so as not to reveal his secrets.

Lin Jing sensed Wen Wuchu's thoughts and said, "Yes, other colleagues followed up today. I came to watch the game today as a pure fan."

The two chatted happily and chatted until the game started.

The performance of the Iranian team against today in the top twelve matches has been very impressive, but the Hua Guo team has played even more brilliantly in these few games.

Maybe it is knowing that the defense is safe, the opponent will never score, and no matter how bad the kick is, it will at least be a draw. Therefore, in the last few games, the players of the Huaguo team have let go of their hands and feet, dare to fight and fight, and play more and more confidently. .

If they win today's game, the Hua Guo team will be able to qualify one game ahead of schedule and occupy a ticket to the finals.

It has been too many years since the last time the Huaguo team qualified.

From the very beginning, the Huaguo players, who had experienced many battles, couldn't let go of their hands and feet.It can be seen that they have a strong desire to win and played very hard, but the technical gap with the Iranian team made them unable to intercept the ball even if they were surrounded by three or four people.

The Iranian team's offensive was very fierce, and they pressed forward aggressively, causing Hua Guo's defense to make frequent mistakes.

Fortunately, there was Qi Jingze, an incomprehensible existence, no matter how he fell on the scene, the score was still 0-0.

"Why do you want to grab a ball, can't each person share one?"

At such a time, Xue Jingrui was the only one who could raise such a disturbing question.

Xue Jingrui finished all the snacks, finally had nothing to do, and could only watch the game together very boringly.

But Xue Jingrui really didn't understand, the ball didn't look rare, why everyone was chasing it crazily.

Fortunately, Bai Shengxiu, an encyclopedia, explained this kind of problem to Xue Jingrui in a superficial way.Otherwise, let Wen Wuchu come, Wen Wuchu really doesn't know where to start and how to organize the language.

"Then why doesn't brother Jingze move very much, doesn't grab the ball, doesn't want the ball when he catches it, and throws the ball to others every time?" Xue Jingrui continued to ask.

"Because you, Brother Jingze, want to show that you are different from others, that's what he is." Bai Shengxiu said seriously.

Wen Wuchu was not used to Bai Shengxiu telling cold jokes in such a serious manner.

"Don't talk nonsense, let Xiaoxue go bad, Xiaoqi's position is the goalkeeper, who is responsible for stopping the ball and preventing the ball from going into the goal."

Bai Shengxiu smiled, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and handed it to Wen Wuchu who was a little parched from shouting and singing the national anthem.

"Xiao Qi is so good at catching the ball, you come from the same place, can you and Xiao Xue do the same?"

Wen Wuchu took the water, suddenly curious, asked in a low voice.

"No difficulty." Bai Shengxiu said.

Wen Wuchu's eyes lit up.

With Qi Jingze, the Hua Guo team can be brought back to life, so if Bai Shengxiu and Xue Jingrui are added, is it possible that the Hua Guo team will really win the Hercules Cup?

This is a bridge that can only be realized in funny light novels.

Bai Shengxiu could see through what his little manager was thinking at a glance, reached out his hand, and rumpled his hair. "Don't think about it."

Wen Wuchu, whose hair was crumpled into a chicken coop, kept this thought in his heart for the time being. Anyway, the World Cup final is two years later, so we will talk about it at that time.

On the field, the game has gone into the second half 80 minutes, the score is still zero to zero, did not break the deadlock.

The enthusiasm of the audience has not subsided in the slightest.

The Iranian team shot three times as many times as the Hua Guo team, and the number of shots on target was five times that of the Hua Guo team.Every wonderful save by Qi Jingze will bring a small climax for the audience.

Before the game, various TV stations and newspapers had already analyzed the situation of the national football team qualifying.

In this game against Iran, if all three points can be scored, then the qualifying places can be guaranteed in advance.

Even if it is tied, if the South Korean team does not beat Qatar by a score of more than [-] to [-], the Huaguo team will be sure to qualify before the final game.

Even in the worst case, the South Korean team beat Qatar by a big score, and the Huaguo team played against Qatar in the last away game. A tie can qualify.

Because of Qi Jingze's bug, these media did not discuss the possibility of losing this match at all.

Audiences on and off the field had already prepared banners and other props for celebration, and reporters were also ready to report first-hand on qualifying.If this game is a draw, these things will naturally not be used.

But the audience is not anxious, as long as they can get the fruit of qualifying, they will gladly accept the late game.I've been waiting for so many years, and it's not bad these days.

The game went into stoppage time.

Just when everyone was thinking of ending in a draw and waiting for the next away match, the situation on the field changed.