Carved Bones of Rebirth

Yan Leng fell asleep until the afternoon and didn't wake up. When he woke up, he felt his whole face was numb, and he didn't know whether he had slept too much or not enough.

Yan Leng touched his empty stomach, intending to go downstairs to find something to eat, but found Cen Ge nestled on the sofa watching TV.

Yan Leng's smile was a bit big, he walked to pour himself a glass of milk, then picked an orange for Cen Ge, after thinking about it, threw a bunch of grapes on it, and then went to squeeze the sofa with Cen Ge.

It was obviously a sofa that was as long as two people and two arms wide, Yan Liang directly lay on Cen Ge's body, squeezing Cen Ge so much that he was almost eaten by the sofa.

Cen Ge glared at Yan Leng, stretched out his hand with difficulty and pulled Yan Leng's obstructive head aside, and stared at the TV with perfect eyes.

Yan Leng was very injured. He glanced at the TV and found that it was a rebroadcast of the first match of the East Asian semi-finals.

Yan Leng was somewhat impressed with this game, after all, 98 was considered the most glorious year for the national football team.But he didn't watch this game, because at this time in his previous life, he was still in the hospital, and the gauze on his eyes hadn't been removed.Later, after he was discharged from the hospital, he was restless all day long, and he didn't even have the mind to watch football.To start over again in this life, to be able to lie on his Cen Ge, even Han Dazui's famous stream of consciousness commentary bombardment, he still feels that everything is so beautiful, as if it is the eternity of two people.

"A free kick is taken by the goalkeeper Fan Zhiyi of the Chinese team..."

"The players must strengthen their physical fitness and confrontation training in their usual training, so that they can adapt to the intensity of the competition, otherwise, they will fall like a tumbler..."

"Some spectators may have just opened the elevator, and we will put the score..."

Yan Leng and Cen Ge looked at each other, and then they both laughed to the ground, unable to get up again, Han Dazui, Han Dazui, what kind of trouble is this thick stream of consciousness explanation going to be?

Finally, when the two of them laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt, they both rolled away from the TV in unison. They couldn't hear Han Dazui's machine gun commentary, and they finally managed to hold back their laughter and stood up, but at this moment——

"...and the goalkeeper blew the whistle and the game was over..."

……

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hahaha……"

Han Dazui interpreted a good football game to show our country's prestige like this. Compared with Han Dazui's commentary, the 1-0 victory over Hong Kong team is really weak.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge rolled from one end of the TV to the other, both of them couldn't help laughing, if only one of them could hold back the laughter, the key is that the two of them couldn't help laughing together.

"The next game is against South Korea?"

"Well, old opponent."

"This year's national football team is doing well and has a long face."

"It's a good start, and I don't know if the national football team will qualify this year."

"This foreigner coach is really good, his physical strength has also caught up, and his consciousness is also good. There should be hope for qualifying." Yan Leng remembered that China should have performed well in this year's World Cup. The new foreigner coach probably accounted for [-]% of the reason. Unfortunately, The national football team is too dark, even Mourinho may be powerless to coach the national football team.

"I hope so." Cen Ge said that it was a lie to have no expectations for the national football team. The national football team is the expectation of all Chinese people, but it also broke the hearts of the Chinese people. 98 years should be the last glory in ten years.

"By the way, can you play football?"

"I played football when I was young, but when I grew up... I never touched the ball again." He also grew up in Lin's family, and he learned a little bit of etiquette that should be learned, and he has worked hard on the specialties that should be developed. It's football, half of the reason why I don't want to take the Lin family's car when going to and from school is because I can play football on the road.When he was in junior high school, he used to be the main player of the football team, and then... never touched football again.He never thought about becoming a professional player, but he really couldn't let go of football.

"I guess you kicked the lower back." Yan Leng stared at Cen Ge like a star.

"...how do you know?" Cen Ge was a little puzzled, he had stopped playing football before he knew Yan Leng, how could Yan Leng guess that he kicked the midfielder.

"You resemble Demetrio Albertini."

"Where does it look like?" Demetrio Albertini is a famous midfielder in Italy, but Cen Ge took a look at himself, and really couldn't find any similarities between the two of them.

"You all have your own rhythm. The position of the midfielder is a complete central joint. Organization of offense, organization of defense, change of formation, etc., all have to be adjusted by the midfielder, and football is not like basketball. It depends on the coach to stop, and all tactical adjustments must be controlled by the midfielder, so a person with a forward-looking strategic vision and a clear rhythm is needed to play the position of the midfielder. I think that if you play the midfielder, it is really important. It's just right." Yan Leng's analysis was serious, Cen Ge should be very touched, he didn't expect that he knew him so well.

"...To tell the truth." Cen Ge glanced at Yan Leng, ignored his shining dog eyes, and poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Ahhh!" Yan Leng almost flipped the table, why is his wife so smart, she can't be fooled at all.

In fact, at the beginning, Cen Ge was indeed successfully deceived by Yan Leng for a few seconds, but he later realized that Yan Leng's cunning was definitely different from what he said.

"Well, I actually saw the No. 11 jersey in your dormitory closet." Yan Leng finished this sentence quickly, and then looked dejected.

"...When?" Cen Ge was really confused this time. When did Yan Leng go to his dormitory? In my impression, it was only the time when we went together before, but Yan Leng never opened it that time. His wardrobe.

"I went to your dormitory at noon yesterday and brought back all your things." Yan Leng spoke faster and lowered his head.

But for some reason, Cen Ge could always read three words from Yan Leng's eyes that sneaked over from time to time: Praise.

At this time, Cen Ge didn't know that there was a skill in this world called being cute. He just felt that this kind of Yan Leng reminded him of the big dog that grew up with him, dangling in front of his eyes every day. Go, and then start dropping emoticon bombs on him: begging for feed, begging for praise, begging for play...

Cen Ge shook his head vigorously for his nonsensical delusion, trying to get rid of this crazy thought out of his head, but when he saw Yan Leng desperately staring at him with rounded eyes, he succeeded , Cen Ge was completely defeated.

This weekend, Cen Ge and Yan Leng spent various football live broadcasts, rebroadcasts and rebroadcasts, but Cen Ge, who strolled to school with Yan Leng on Monday morning, did not know that there was a surprise waiting for him.