After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

No.20 seven days for divorce.

"The murderer's son is a coward hahaha!" Some children began to laugh at him.

"Your father dares to kill people, but you don't even dare to read your composition?"

Wu Xiaojun gritted his teeth tightly, his dark and chapped face flushed with anger.

An Rao waved his hand to signal the children to be quiet.

He picked up Wu Xiaojun's composition and asked softly: "If you think you can't read it well, can the teacher help you read it?"

Wu Xiaojun suddenly covered his ears, lying on the table with his eyes closed, with a stubborn look, he shouted loudly: "Stop talking!"

An Rao returned to the podium, opened the composition book, and said softly: "My dream, my dream is to see my father again..."

There was a touch of sadness in his tone, as if he was completely immersed in Wu Xiaojun's unwillingness to see his father.

After reading, the audience was silent.

An Rao wrote the number one on the blackboard: "Then let's analyze the advantages of this composition."

"First, the language description is clear, and the logic is natural and reasonable."

"Second, the suspense is set at the beginning, which attracts people's daydreams, and the suspense is quickly revealed, and the rhythm is tight to catch people's attention."

"third……"

An Rao stopped and looked up at the children.

At this time, Wu Xiaojun quietly put down his hand, and slowly raised his head to look at An Rao.

"Third, emotionally sincere, tear-inducing, and above all, courageous."

A leather monkey patted the table and shouted: "Admitting that your father is a murderer is courage?!"

An Rao put down the essay, his expression suddenly became serious, he looked at all the students, and said softly:

"Actually, the teacher wants to tell you that when you don't understand the real cause of an incident, don't jump to conclusions about it. I respect your right to speak. Similarly, you must also respect the truth behind the incident."

Xiaojun’s father was building scaffolding at a construction site in the city. When he got up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, he found that a worker had stolen the cables from the construction site to sell. Not once or twice, Xiaojun’s father stepped forward to stop this behavior. In self-defense, Xiaojun's father picked up a hammer on the side and opened it to a worker. As a result, the worker died on the spot.

An Rao looked at Wu Xiaojun, who was sitting there with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

"Actually, Xiaojun's father wanted to prevent bad guys from stealing cables. When bad guys attacked him, he had no choice but to fight back out of self-protection. Do you know that stealing cables is a felony in our country, and it will cause serious harm. paralyzed the whole city."

"Think about it, if a critically ill patient is lying in the hospital on a ventilator, and at this time, the power to the hospital is cut because the cable is cut, what will happen."

The monkeys fell into deep thought for the first time.

"It will... a lot of people will die." A little girl tremblingly said.

"That's right, Xiaojun's father, out of consideration for the people, stopped bad guys from stealing cables and protected property on the construction site. Can it be said that he is working hard to save many lives?"

The children digested for a while, then nodded heavily like pounding garlic.

Wu Xiaojun clenched his hands tightly, his eyes flicked across the table, his face that was originally flushed with anger became flushed with embarrassment.

"However, the law is the law, and it is only right to kill people with their lives. Even though the police uncle also knows that Xiaojun's father's starting point is justice, he can only be sentenced according to the legal process."

An Rao looked at the children again: "So the students think this composition is well written?"

All of a sudden, all the children stood up and applauded Wu Xiaojun enthusiastically. The applause was like thunder, and their little hands were red from clapping, and they didn't intend to stop.

"it is good!"

"However, isn't it a pity what happened to Xiaojun's father? He obviously did a good deed, but he became a prisoner." An Rao continued to be persuasive.

When the children heard this, their eyes were moist, and they nodded in grievance, as if Xiaojun's father was their father.

"So sometimes, we have to learn to be outsmarted, not to confront the enemy head-on, but to take up legal weapons to defend our rights."

An Rao raised his hand and wrote the word "right" on the blackboard.

He did not advocate that Xiaojun's father is a great hero, but also analyzed the mistakes of Xiaojun's father himself, and told the children the correct solution to prevent them from repeating the same mistakes.

The children yelled at Wu Xiaojun together: "Big hero! Big hero!"

Wu Xiaojun's cheeks were flushed, he lay shyly on the table, his arms covered the smile at the corner of his mouth, his big eyes were bright and hopeful.

The principal watched secretly outside, couldn't help clapping his hands, and said to the supporting teacher beside him:

"When Mr. An first came, I was really worried. Can an artist teach children well? Maybe it's prejudice, but this time he not only taught the children, but also taught me a valuable lesson."

The supporting teacher smiled and nodded: "That's right, when we don't know the whole story, don't judge at will."

When he returned to the office after class, An Rao picked up the cup and took a few big gulps. He just wiped his mouth when he saw a young figure swaying by the door.

An Rao beckoned cordially: "Xiaojun, come."

Xiaojun walked in shyly, with his head down, looking embarrassed.

Sun Wei was playing with his mobile phone, when he saw Wu Xiaojun, he hurriedly greeted him: "Come on kid, the teacher will give you delicious food."

Xiaojun turned a blind eye and walked to An Rao's side.

"Teacher, I..." He hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

An Rao wrote an award for excellent composition on the sticker, pasted it on Xiaojun's chest, and asked with a smile, "You came to me to receive the award, right?"

Xiaojun stroked the sticker cherishingly, shook his head after a while.He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to raise his head:

"Teacher, I'm here to apologize to you."

An Rao blinked, pretending not to know: "Apologize? Why do you have to apologize?"

"Because..." Xiaojun pursed his lips and closed his eyes, "Because I wrote the phrase "Teacher An is a big idiot" on the blackboard..."

After finishing speaking, Xiaojun bowed deeply: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

An Rao held his little hand to help him tidy up his messy collar, and then looked at him seriously:

"The most precious quality of a person is knowing his mistakes and being able to correct them. Being able to recognize one's mistakes is already a great thing."

Xiaojun nodded shyly, gently stroking the back of An Rao's hand with his little fingers.

"Remember, you must grow up well, no matter what you lack." An Rao said softly.

Hearing this sentence, Xiaojun thought of his father who was in prison, and the scene of being insulted by villagers pointing his nose, and tears welled from the bottom of his eyes.

He raised his dirty little hand to wipe away his tears, and nodded vigorously.

In order to reward the children for their good composition, An Rao decided to change the last English class in the afternoon into an extracurricular activity to help a young athlete realize his little dream of playing football.

The girls jumped rubber bands and played rope, and the boys formed two teams to play football with An Rao.

An Rao found out that this group of kids didn't know anything about football rules, they were divided into two teams to grab a ball, using all their hands, feet, and heads, and whoever grabbed it would win.

There was no other way, An Rao had no choice but to re-explain the football rules to them.

At this moment, Sun Chen appeared on the playground with two big bags, and shouted at the children:

"Kids, take a break, the teacher bought you ice cream!"

As soon as the children heard that there was something delicious, they immediately dropped their soccer balls and ran to Sun Shi, robbing him for ice cream.

Surrounded by the children, Sun Wei gave An Rao a smug smile, which was very provocative.

An Rao smiled helplessly, turned his head, only to see Wu Xiaojun kicking a football with his arms in his arms.

An Rao asked curiously: "Aren't you going to get the ice cream?"

Wu Xiaojun bumped the ball with his knees and shook his head: "No, when I grow up, I will earn money to buy it. My dad hates taking other people's things. I must not let him down."

An Rao stroked his head in relief, and suddenly felt that this little kid had grown up overnight.

When he took the football and planned to practice juggling with Xiaojun, he saw a little boy walking towards the school gate alone with a schoolbag on his back.

This boy was a boy named Li Mingming in their class, and it was he who wrote the words "I want to play football" on the blackboard.

This child was usually very taciturn, always bowing his head, An Rao hardly heard him speak.

An Rao asked Xiaojun to play by himself first. He ran to Li Mingming and grabbed his small schoolbag: "It's not time for school, where are you going?"

Li Mingming glanced at him indifferently, but didn't speak.

The janitor at the side interjected: "This baby's parents are both working in the city, and there is no elderly at home. He has to go home early every day to take care of his sister."

While the uncle was speaking, Li Mingming had already got out of the school gate.

An Rao didn't care at first, he understood that the children of the poor had long been parents, and it was a pity that a nine-year-old child had to be both a father and a mother to his younger sister.

But the strange thing was that Li Mingming didn't come to school the next day.

The second day and the third day, a week, did not come.

An Rao asked the principal to inquire about the situation.

The headmaster's face with black and red Chinese characters showed helpless regret: "Actually, this kid has good grades and likes to play football very much, but, his sister is only three years old and cannot live without others, and his parents are working in the city, so He may... be dropping out of school."

During the conversation, a few children were playing football next to them. When they heard what the principal said, they immediately interjected:

"Li Mingming is a good football player! He is the best player in our school!"

Speaking of playing football, the principal suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the school plans to organize a football match, and your class will compete with Mr. Sun's class."

But An Rao is not in the mood to pay attention to football matches now.

After school, he dug out Li Mingming's personal file and found his home address.

Li Mingming's home is far away, and he has to climb a small hill to get there.

This village is not ordinary dilapidated, full of mud houses, poorer than the village on the other side of the school, at least a road has been built there, but this side is still muddy, with animal excrement everywhere.

An Rao followed the house numbers to look for each house. On the way, a few girls who were chatting at the door saw him and got together excitedly to whisper.

When An Rao looked at them, the girls quickly turned their heads away and sniggered with blushing faces.

……

Li Mingming just made porridge, which is dinner tonight. He has to take care of his sister after eating, and then grow bean sprouts. He will go down the mountain to sell in the market on weekends.

Looking at the textbooks that he had carefully wrapped in covers, Li Mingming sighed silently.

Anyway, it was useless, so he put the textbook in front of the stove, planning to burn it tomorrow and use it as firewood.

Suddenly, he heard a rhythmic "bang bang" sound coming from the yard.

Li Mingming hurried out to check the situation, and unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure playing football against the wall of his house as a goal.

He frowned, and walked over hesitantly: "Teacher An?"

An Rao smiled and picked up the football: "Obviously, I heard that you play the ball very well. Please give me some pointers to see if my posture is standard."

Li Mingming regained his energy immediately, and walked over: "You can't kick with your toes, it will bruise your toes, and your posture is not right. If you want to do this, move your hands away..."

An Rao looked at Li Mingming with a smile and helped him adjust his movements carefully.

Suddenly, Li Mingming realized something, stepped back slowly, lowered his head and asked softly, "Teacher, what are you doing here..."

"You haven't come to school for a week, and you have the nerve to ask me what I'm doing here." An Rao said angrily.

Li Mingming bit his lip and lowered his head even lower.

"Teacher, I... will not go in the future."

"why."

"Because I have to take care of my sister and grow bean sprouts, so I don't have time."

An Rao pretended to be in a dilemma: "Then what should we do? The school is about to hold a football match. Without you as a strong player, what should we do if our class loses?"

Li Mingming's eyes brightened obviously, but they soon became dim again: "Others...can kick too."

When he said this, through the already slightly chilly wind at the end of August, An Rao heard the unwillingness and sadness in his heart.

"Do you want to play football?" He stared into Li Mingming's eyes and asked seriously.

After what seemed like a century, Li Mingming finally nodded slowly.

"I want to...play football, then I want to enter the youth academy, and then...enter the national team."

For the children in the mountains, they must be recommended by the school before they can enter the youth training camp. If they give up studying at this point, they will not have this opportunity.

"I see."

An Rao took out his mobile phone and dialed Li Mingming's mother's mobile phone number according to the number on the information.

When the phone was picked up, the other party asked who it was.

"I'm Li Mingming's new homeroom teacher."

Hearing the word "head teacher", Li Mingming's mother was silent for a while, and said directly: "You are here to persuade me again, obviously dropping out of school is already a certainty, teacher, you don't need to waste your tongue anymore."

"The child has good grades and great sports. Why not let him continue his studies. Besides, it is against the law for you to prevent your child from receiving nine-year compulsory education."

Li Mingming's mother suddenly became angry, and her voice became sharp and harsh:

"Don't scare me with breaking the law! Have you seen what our family looks like! There is an old child waiting for him to take care of, and a lot of bean sprouts waiting to be distributed. We still have to survive! Even after finishing junior high school, we can How about it, can he be admitted to university! Can he make money! Those who graduated from Peking University are not the same as selling pork! It’s better to drop out of school early to earn money to support the family.”

Hearing his mother's scolding, Li Mingming quietly tugged at the corner of An Rao's clothes, and whispered: "Teacher, forget it... I really don't want to read anymore, my mother is not in good health, don't make her angry... "

An Rao felt his heart tremble suddenly.

This child is really not ordinary and sensible, and he is still thinking about his mother at this time.

It hurts to be sensible.

Li Mingming's mother hung up the phone angrily, looking at the phone, An Rao experienced frustration for the first time.

He can survive in the wild with ease, and he can also rely on self-taught skills to defeat rumormongers and turn the tide, but he can't do anything when facing a child who is forced to drop out of school.

After a while, he knelt down and held Li Mingming's hand, and looked at him seriously: "Mingming, don't care what mom says, just tell me, do you want to study?"

Clear tears swirled in his eyes, Li Mingming curled his mouth aggrievedly and nodded heavily.

Seeing the child's pitiful appearance, Li VJ beside him couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Okay, as long as you have the determination, the teacher will definitely help you."

On the way back, Li VJ sighed a lot, and asked: "How can you help him? Even if it is subsidized, it is difficult to guarantee that he can continue to study, and what Li Mingming's mother said is right. Educational resources are scarce here. It is really difficult for them to compare with those children in the city who have received top-level educational resources since childhood."

An Rao was quiet and did not answer Li VJ's words.

After returning to the dormitory, An Rao found a few brand new notebooks and organized the textbooks that he had filled with notes.

The next day was the weekend, and the school was on holiday. Li VJ thought he could finally sleep in, but suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and suddenly found that An Rao got up very early, and went straight to the school gate with a stack of books in his hand.

Before dawn, Li Mingming had already got out of bed. He gently patted his younger sister who was woken up by him, coaxed her to sleep and got up to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast is still cornmeal, and only my sister can add an extra egg to her bowl.

He sat in front of the hearth, and the flickering sparks in the stove reflected his lifeless face.

Li Mingming groped for the firewood on the ground with one hand, and suddenly found that it was gone, but there were those few textbooks in his sight.

He picked up the textbook, opened a page, and whispered: "Golden fishhook..."

After a long time, the child's shoulders collapsed.

He closed the textbook, and slowly stretched towards the burning stove...

Just put it in and it's all over.

His hands were shaking.

I really want to go back to school, play with my classmates, and listen to the teacher talk about the outside world.

"Batt." Tears fell on the book.

He sniffed quickly, just as he was about to stuff the textbook into the stove.

With a bang, the door behind him suddenly opened.

A figure hurried in from the outside without looking at him, and said to himself:

"Come on, it's already [-]:[-], student Li Mingming, please prepare breakfast quickly, come over and sit down for class, don't waste time."

Li Mingming froze suddenly, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

An Rao put the book on the table, and smiled at Li Mingming: "Do you understand?"

Li Mingming stood up tremblingly, holding tightly in his arms the textbook that was almost stuffed into the stove.

He suppressed his crying, and his voice was loud and firm: "I understand!"

An Rao spoke very quickly. If Li Mingming really couldn't continue to study, he could only use this method to give Li Mingming extra trouble, but he didn't have much time to help him, and he had to rely on himself for the rest.

After the lecture, An Rao also helped Li Mingming push the cart down the mountain to sell bean sprouts.

An Rao strikes while the iron is hot, and uses the money to teach him mathematics, teach him English on carts and bean sprouts, and he can't wait to give Li Mingming everything he knows.

The school starts at 03:30 a.m., An Rao gets up at [-]:[-] a.m., climbs up the mountain road for half an hour to Li Mingming's house, teaches him the content of today's class, and climbs again after school at [-]:[-], and accompany him to do homework and after-school questions .

And also help take care of his little sister.

The little sister likes An Rao very much, she wants to hug him when she sees him, and when An Rao accompanies Li Mingming to do homework, the little sister also sticks to his arms and plays with his fingers.

This period was the most tiring time in his life. An Rao himself never thought that a single person could arrange his time so tightly and seamlessly. He really wanted to award himself a time management master award.

In the afternoon, An Rao sat on the playground and watched the children selected from the class practicing football and preparing for the second class of the third year.

Sun Wei also came out with the children in his class.

An Rao looked at it and was dumbfounded.

He always thought that the children in the mountains were generally thin and small due to long-term malnutrition, but the football team in Sun Wei's class was as strong as a cow, and they could take part in bodybuilding competitions if they were pulled out. Are they really elementary school students?

Sun Yi got the black cow vitamin drink from no one knows where, and distributed a bottle to each child. The children drank to their heart's content, shouting and cheering, and the momentum was overwhelming.

An Rao rubbed his eyes.

Is he hallucinating?What's going on with this scene like a gathering of dragon slaying warriors.

Sun Wei proposed that the children in his class and the children in Anrao class play a friendly match to test each other's level.

But the children in the Anrao class were generally thin and small, and they didn't understand the rules for a few days, and they were completely rubbed on the ground by the children in the Sun's class.

In the first half of the game, Sun Yi's class had a 4:0 gap with An Rao's class.

Satisfied, Sun Wei sat down next to An Rao, unscrewed a bottle of intravenous vitamin drink, and said with a sneer:

"Seeing that the children in your class are as thin as bean sprouts, you just abstain from the competition, so as not to be ashamed in the competition."

An Rao snatched the drink from him and took a sip: "Have you read the news?"

Sun Yi raised his eyebrows: "What?"

An Rao looked at the little bean sprouts in his class, and said with a smile: "A few teenagers who were selected by the club won the world championship."

"The poisonous chicken soup made you stupid? Can playing e-sports and playing football be the same thing?"

An Rao smiled sarcastically: "You are right, after all, the difference between human beings is greater than the difference between human beings and pigs."

He stood up and returned the half-drinked Maijing to Sun Shi's hand: "I'm sorry I drank you so much, do you still drink it? If you don't drink it, can I take it away?"

Sun Yi looked at the pulse in his hand, and in his mind was the image of the bright red lips holding the mouth of the bottle. He swallowed, and stuffed the drink back: "Take it away, don't disgust me."

"Thanks." An Rao shook the bottle at him.

After finishing today's homework with Li Mingming, it was already nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to school.

An Rao was indescribably tired.

It takes more than three hours to walk back and forth on the mountain road every day, and even longer when it is windy and rainy. During the day, I have to practice football with the children in the class. It is indeed a bit powerless to persist like this for half a month.

Doing the math, there is only one week left before the end of the volunteer education.

And there is only one week left before the voting deadline for the seven-day tour in Nepal.

In addition, there is also the "Favorite Teacher" selection.

An Rao knew that he was not like Sun Shi, who was very good at taking children to play. Both the children in his class and the children in Sun Shi's class liked to hang around him, and Sun Shi bribed him with snacks every day. worship him as a god.

An Rao also knows that the children often discuss in private: "You must vote for Teacher Sun, he buys us delicious food every day, he is so kind."

He walked tiredly to the dormitory, passing the playground, but suddenly heard shouts from inside.

Who doesn't sleep so late.

He walked over to have a look.

A group of plainly dressed children half-hidden in the night, chasing a white ball and struggling forward, shouting "pass the ball!" "Fake move!"

An Rao moved closer and observed carefully.

The one running after the ball is Wu Xiaojun, and the others are also students in his class.

It seemed that the training effect was not very good, Wu Xiaojun was so angry that he thumped the ground and shouted at the top of his voice:

"The competition is only a week away, and everyone still hasn't made any progress. You are worthy of Teacher An!"

An Rao couldn't help laughing when he heard his name.

He walked over, pulled Wu Xiaojun up from the ground, and patted his mud-stained trousers.

"Teacher An!" the children exclaimed in surprise.

An Rao glanced at his watch and said with a smile, "It's nine o'clock, children should go to bed."

Several children looked at each other, their expressions changed from joy to solemnity.

"But... we lost to class two a few days ago, I'm afraid that if the game happens..."

An Rao picked up Xiaojun and touched his dirty little face with his cheek: "It's okay, just try your best, the important thing is not the result, but leaving no regrets."

Xiaojun looked at An Rao, and suddenly pursed his mouth.

He buried his head in An Rao's neck, sobbing and said: "But... But the students in the second class say you are a big idiot, you can't teach football well, I don't want them to scold you."

Several other children followed suit angrily.

An Rao wanted to laugh.

He can't argue with a group of elementary school students.

I had no choice but to comfort Xiaojun: "It's okay, they say theirs, we do ours, remember what the teacher said, and don't leave any regrets."

"Teacher, come practice with us, we won't be sleepy!" The children suddenly gathered around with ambitions on their faces.

In fact, An Rao was very sleepy, he just wanted to hand himself over to the big bed as soon as possible.

But looking at the eager eyes of the children, he took a deep breath, put Xiaojun down, picked up the football, put his fingertips on the ball and turned it around, smiling mysteriously:

"Teacher An's special training is very strict, can you persevere?"

Several children glanced at each other, then suddenly raised their hands to their chests, they didn't know who they learned from, and shouted in unison:

"We are not afraid! Whoever can't hold on first will be a puppy!"

Except for the necessary study time every day, the children basically wake up at [-] am and go to bed at [-] pm. The time is spent on practice, and the children have indeed made rapid progress, and they have played well in just a few days.

An Rao was an hour late when he went to Li Mingming's house because he took the students to practice.

Li Mingming prepared the books early and waited for An Rao's arrival. He waited for nothing. He was afraid that something would happen to the teacher halfway, so he ran to the village to find An Rao with his sister in his arms.

Seeing An Rao's late arrival, Li Mingming was relieved.

"Teacher, are you busy today? Come so late."

An Rao stroked the little sister's hair, and said softly: "The football match is coming up, and I have been busy practicing with Xiaojun and the others these days."

Hearing the word "football", the smile on Li Mingming's face faded slowly.

An Rao saw his little thoughts and asked, "The game is on September [-]th, do you have time that day?"

Li Mingming hugged his sister tightly and shook his head slightly.

But the younger sister clapped her little hands in his arms, and said with a slurred smile, "Brother, play football, go play football!"

"Brother doesn't play football." Li Mingming quickly pressed his younger sister's hand, lowered his eyelids, his expression filled with disappointment, "Brother doesn't play football..."

He mumbled the words over and over again.

An Rao chuckled lightly and patted him on the shoulder.

Soon it was the day of the competition, and the children were so nervous that they couldn't sleep well these days, and they were kicking their feet in their dreams.

The night before the competition, An Rao dug out all the clothes in the suitcase, stretched out his hand to make gestures, and then cut a piece of clothing in half.

These are the clothes that Chu Guannan bought for him, and they are all surprisingly big.

Thinking of the scene where Chu Guannan was measuring clothes one by one in the shopping mall with a tape measure, An Rao laughed.

Does he have the ability to predict the future?

An Rao borrowed a needle and thread sewing machine, just like a hard-working textile worker, riding a desk lamp and stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine, the white thread passed through the broken clothes to form a small sleeveless dress.

Li VJ took a close-up shot of the clothes and asked curiously, "Is this a gift for them?"

An Rao nodded.

He took down the sewn clothes, wrote numbers on each piece of clothes with a red pen, and wrote the names of each participating child under the numbers.

Looking at the last piece of fabric, An Rao was silent for a long time, took it and stuffed it under the sewing machine.

He wrote "12" on this dress, and wrote three words neatly below:

【Li Mingming】

Early the next morning, a banner was put up on the gate of Tugouba Primary School:

[The first football game of Tugouba Primary School was grandly opened! 】

All classes have organized students to sit on the playground with small benches.

The children in the An Rao class all got up early in the morning and sat in the classroom, looking silent.

An Rao walked into the classroom with his hands behind his back, looked at the worried children, knew that they were worried about the result of the game, and looked nervous.

"If you don't have enough morale, you can't play well." An Rao said with a smile.

The children raised their heads, their eyes dim.

"The teacher prepared a gift for you, don't you want to see it?"

But now they don't care about gifts in their hearts, they only care about the competition.

An Rao straightened his back, pretended to be a posture, and read in the most standard broadcast tone:

"Now, please ask the students who read their names to come to the stage one by one to receive the gifts."

The children looked at him in surprise, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Li VJ on the side laughed out loud, and hurriedly greeted the children: "Come on, come on, get ready to receive gifts soon, Teacher An stayed up all night to help you prepare it."

An Rao took out the first piece of clothing from the back, unfolded it, and there was a bright red number "1" on it.

"Goalkeeper No. [-], Wu Xiaojun."

Wu Xiaojun's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened wide, and his body straightened up unconsciously.

He hurried up to the stage, took the snow-white clothes from An Rao, his little hands trembling: "This... is this our jersey!"

An Rao smiled and continued: "The second defender, Wang Xiaokai."

The children never imagined that an amateur player who is not a fart in the eyes of others can have his own jersey!It was made by Mr. An himself, and the Q version villains of each person's image are drawn behind their names!

At that moment, the classroom was boiling, and the children screamed loudly holding the jerseys. They couldn't wait to take off their clothes and put on the jerseys, and they pulled each other's clothes to show the Q-version villains on them.

An Rao waved his hand, signaling the children to be quiet for a while.

"Have you prepared a slogan yet?"

The children looked at each other, with innocent smiles on the corners of their mouths, and shouted in unison:

"Do your best! No regrets!"

Amidst a burst of cheers, eleven children walked out of the teaching building with high spirits, swaggering with their heads high and waving their arms. Wu Xiaojun even blew a kiss to the audience in a decent way.

The headmaster's glasses slipped off in shock on the podium.

Where did they get the jersey from?

The children in Sun Wei's class looked at them wearing uniform jerseys with indescribable envy, and then looked at Sun Yi expectantly: "Teacher, they have jerseys..."

Sun Yi didn't expect that An Rao would come out like this, and suddenly became angry, and shouted at the children in his class:

"What's the use of the jersey, it's just superficial skills! You play hard, you must not lose, you know!"

Children look at me and I look at you, for a long while, sighed.

"Remember, if you win the competition, the teacher invites you to go down the mountain to eat hot pot."

As soon as they heard about the hot pot, the children suddenly regained their energy. They formed a circle and hugged each other's arms, shouting loudly: "Come on, come on! The second class will win!"

At the start of the game, the two classes stood on each side, and the referee explained the rules.

Just looking at the difference in body size, many students felt that Class [-] must have won.

As soon as the referee served the ball, the children of Sun Yi's class grabbed the ball first, and sparks and lightning went straight to the goal of An Rao's class.

When someone came to stop him, he made a feint and dribbled the ball out of the encirclement. Finally, he came to the goal, kicked the football high, drew a parabola in the air, and went straight to the goal of An Raoban.

Wu Xiaojun stared at the flying horizontal ball, jumped up and grabbed the football firmly.

He smiled triumphantly and threw the ball: "Come again!"

At this time, a tall man suddenly appeared in the auditorium. He was wearing sunglasses covering half of his face, and he took off his black windbreaker and found a corner to sit down.

But no one paid attention to his arrival, they were all focused on watching the game.

Although the children in the An Rao class made rapid progress, the score was still closely followed by the children in the Sun Shi class, and the score remained basically the same.

An Rao looked at the children nervously, but he didn't know that, from a corner not far behind him, a gaze was also quietly staring at him.

All of a sudden, the football with full explosive power flew towards the goal guarded by Wu Xiaojun, and it was an elementary school student in Sun Chen's class who was about to surpass an adult in height and kicked a terrifying kick.

Wu Xiaojun trotted to catch the ball, An Rao hurried over: "Xiaojun can't catch it!"

But it was too late, the football hit Xiaojun's knee hard, Xiaojun fell to the ground screaming in pain, clutching his knee and shouting "It hurts", the football went through the door.

The students gasped and let out horrified cries.

An Rao immediately ran over to check the situation.

He looked at Wu Xiaojun's red knee, and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you not to pick it up?"

Xiaojun was so painful that he almost lost consciousness. He sat on the ground and tried to stand up, but his knee hurt so badly that he couldn't stand up at all.

A teacher also gathered around, looked at Xiaojun's knee, and frowned: "No, I have to rush to the hospital, the child seems to be dislocated."

As soon as Xiaojun heard this, Xiaojun immediately grabbed the teacher and shook his head: "Teacher, I'm fine, I can still kick, don't let me end."

Although Xiaojun kept begging, the teacher still picked up him and called a car to take him to the hospital quickly, even though Xiaojun cried and shouted, he was not moved.

An Rao looked worriedly at the direction Wu Xiaojun left, hoping that nothing would happen to the child.

At this time, the referee came over and said to An Rao: "Mr. An, your team is missing one player now, do you have a substitute?"

Just these eleven kids who were finally picked out from the class and barely able to play, how could there be any substitutes.

Seeing An Rao shaking his head, the referee said mercilessly: "If there is no substitute, according to the regulations, you should automatically abstain."

An Rao clenched his hands, turned his head, and looked at the other ten children.

They wrinkled their little faces, their faces were full of unwillingness, and the tears had already begun to swirl.

"Abstain! Abstain!" Suddenly, the students in Class Two shouted loudly from below.

The children in other classes didn't know what happened, they were just curious, so they followed suit and yelled "abstain".

All of a sudden, the audience shouted "abstain", the momentum was like a sea tide.

The author says:

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