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

Return to England.

2023年8月11日下午16:30；

"Dear passengers, this flight will arrive at London Heathrow Airport in 10 minutes. Passengers, please fill in the immigration card and customs declaration form carefully..." The sweet and beautiful voice of the flight attendant sounded on the plane.

An Rao lowered his head, familiarly checking and filling in each item.

London is also one of the stops on this long journey.Revisiting the old place after a year, I can't help but feel a little bit sad.

The plane landed, and the two left the hall. The weather outside was the same as when they came last time, shrouded in thick fog and humidity.

I stayed in Manchester most of the time when I was filming a romance drama last time, and I only spent a whole morning walking around the streets of London. This time I have enough time, so it would be unreasonable not to go through all the attractions.

"The booked hotel is on Oxford Street, I'm calling a taxi now."

It can be said that there is no need for An Rao to worry about the whole trip, Chu Guannan has already made sufficient preparations, and the whole trip went very smoothly.

The taxi came, and the two got into the car. An Rao asked the driver if he could walk from the Tower Bridge. He wanted to see the night view of Tower Bridge.

The driver was very talkative, and he talked endlessly about the special food of London's tourist attractions, and also reminded them which attractions were deceptive, and advised them not to go.

The car drove into Tower Bridge, two tall bridgeheads spanned the Thames River, the purple-pink sunset was mixed with the azure color that had not yet completely darkened, and the clouds like fish scales were rippling. The blue tower bridge forms a strong visual impact.

"It's so beautiful, just like a scene in a movie." An Rao couldn't help admiring.

Although they are all European countries, the impressions brought by each city are completely opposite, which is related to their geographical location and cultural and historical accumulation. If Northern Europe is the mystery and silence of the epic, London is the ancient solemnity and sacredness.

Countless vehicles quickly crossed the bridge, and An Rao looked curiously at the continuous flow of vehicles outside the window.

Suddenly, a bus caught his attention.

Familiar Chinese characters are printed on the body of the bus:

【China Youth Football Training Camp Special Vehicle】

He looked at the car window, and saw that it was crowded with young and innocent faces, and they looked out of the car window curiously.

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar face came into view.

The black and red and slightly vicissitudes of the face seemed a bit out of place with other children.

"Obviously?" An Rao straightened up suddenly, squinting his eyes to identify carefully.

It's really him!

An Rao hurriedly opened the car window and waved vigorously at Li Mingming.

Li Mingming also saw An Rao, and jumped up excitedly.

Through the car window, An Rao saw his mouth shape, as if he was shouting: "Teacher An!"

It really is him!There will be such a coincidence?

"Uncle, follow this bus." An Rao hurriedly said.

"What's the matter?" Chu Guannan followed his gaze, only seeing typical Asian faces on the bus next to him.

"It's obvious!" An Rao's excited eyes turned into crescent moons.

Although Chu Guannan didn't know who Mingming was, but judging by An Rao's performance, he was probably one of his fans.

I don't know whether to say the world is too small or the members of his harem are too large, he can meet acquaintances wherever he goes.

The taxi followed the bus and finally stopped in front of a hotel.

An Rao got off the bus, and the bus in front also opened the door.

A tall, thin boy came running madly with a schoolbag on his back, his face was as red as an apple.

He rubbed the net bag containing the football vigorously, stammering excitedly: "An, Teacher An, why are you here?"

I haven't seen you for a year, and I can't help but sigh. The child who loves sports grows fast. He obviously looks 1.7 meters tall. The fleshy and childish feeling on his cheeks has disappeared, and his hair has been plucked, and he has become a short circle. inch.

But the child is still very thin, and the jersey is baggy on the body.

"I should ask you this, why are you here?"

It is so exciting for a child born in the mountains to appear on the streets of foreign countries.

Mingming smiled embarrassedly: "I participated in the youth training camp last year, and this time I came to participate in the international youth football exchange competition."

"Wow! You are so amazing!" An Rao's excited eyes sparkled.

Can't tell what I'm excited about.

Probably the shy little boy who only reached his chest after a year of transformation and baptism, finally turned into a butterfly. His height is close to him, but he looks a lot more energetic. He can also come to foreign countries to participate in international exchange competitions. It can be said , Mingming really seized the opportunity firmly, this kid is really amazing!

"What's going on at the school? I've been wandering outside all year, and I forgot to care about the situation there."

"After you came, Teacher An, our school has attracted the attention of people from all walks of life. The school has been rebuilt, and a computer room, indoor stadium, etc. have been opened. Xiaojun and his academic performance have improved a lot. I heard from him that this year he has a school with a school in the city. For the exchange quota, if the grades are qualified, he can stay in the city and be trained by the school, so that he will definitely be admitted to a good university."

The originally shy little boy spoke a lot at once, his language was clear, he was no longer as submissive as before, and became cheerful and confident.

An Rao looked at him and remembered the time when he was teaching in Tugouba Primary School. Those children who didn't know where the future was headed finally found their own destination and worked tirelessly for it. Fate treated them well. Let them gradually get on the right track and start a new life.

Tears of relief welled up in his eyes.

He committed himself to hug Li Mingming gently, and patted him on the back: "You are all my good children."

Li Mingming smiled honestly: "Teacher, the day after tomorrow is the final of the exchange match, which will be held at Wembley Stadium. Teacher, can you come and see our match?"

"Go, of course."

Hearing this, Li Mingming suddenly turned around and waved to the children who were still busy with their luggage: "Assemble!"

The children immediately put down what they were doing and came jogging in unison.

An Rao was stunned.

From this point of view, Li Mingming seems to be doing well in the youth training camp, and all the younger brothers under him will come as soon as they are called.

Li Mingming shouted angrily to the children: "Before entering the hotel, everyone shout the slogan again."

The children stretched out their small hands and folded tightly together: "Do your best! No regrets!"

It was already ten o'clock at night when the two arrived at the hotel.

I don't know if I was too excited just now, but now I feel weak when I relax.

An Rao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and he lost his appetite after eating only French fries for dinner from the hotel.

Chu Guannan came out of the shower, sat down next to An Rao, lingered on the almost untouched meal, and asked with concern: "Why don't you eat, don't you have an appetite?"

An Rao nodded, his head sank, and he fell straight on the bed.

The crystal chandelier reflected his tired, glazed eyes.

Slowly, with a blink, close.

"I'll go down and see if there's a Chinese restaurant nearby." Seeing An Rao's loss of appetite, Chu Guannan thought that he couldn't get used to this kind of monotonous fish and chips, so he took his shirt and buttoned it.

"Don't be too busy, I don't want to eat anything." An Rao took off his coat and threw it on the ground, and got into bed.

Chu Guannan saw that his face was blushing and he was also very depressed, so he couldn't help feeling worried.

He was clearly in high spirits just now, but what happened all of a sudden, sick?

He squatted down next to An Rao, and tried his forehead's temperature with his lips.

Hot as a fireball.

"You have a fever." Chu Guannan frowned, "Did you just open the window on the bridge and blow the wind?"

He put on his clothes immediately: "Hey, wait for me for a while, I'll go down and buy medicine for you."

An Rao didn't respond to him.

He had already lost consciousness in a daze, and he didn't hear what Guan Nan said clearly.

Chu Guannan ran for several streets before finding a pharmacy that was still open. He bought the medicine and ran back in a hurry. His hair was just a little dry after washing, and was wet again by Yelu.

After returning, he called An Rao's name a few times, but he still didn't get a response.

An Rao huddled under the quilt, his body was hot, but he felt cold due to the high fever and was still shivering slightly.

Chu Guannan hurriedly took off his shirt and quickly rubbed his arms with his palms.

I just came back from the night mist, and my body is still a little cold.

He poured another large cup of hot water, and after sweating a little, his body warmed up.

He lifted the quilt and got in, gently hugged An Rao and covered him in his arms, first took his temperature with the temperature gun he just bought.

38 degrees two.

"Hey, open your mouth and take the medicine first." Chu Guannan patted his face lightly, and everything he touched was hot.

An Rao opened his eyes in a daze, his arms were unable to hug him, and his voice was hoarse: "Cold..."

Chu Guannan hugged him tightly, trying to use his own body temperature to help him get rid of the cold: "Take the medicine for a while and you'll be fine."

An Rao took the pill with the last bit of consciousness remaining, just put it into his mouth, and immediately spit it out.

How can there be such a bitter medicine... It is beyond the range of human acceptance.

Not only bitter, but also a very strange smell.

"Bitter has to be eaten." Chu Guannan gently coaxed, and he broke another medicine, "Eat some candied fruit after eating and you won't be bitter."

An Rao sighed, took the pill, suppressed the desire to vomit, and swallowed it, and immediately there was a sweet candied fruit in his mouth.

"Is it still suffering?"

"Well...it's better."

Chu Guannan hugged him tightly and covered the quilt: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"Really……"

Although An Rao is thin, he seldom gets sick. He has had only a handful of colds since he was a child, but he has been running around these days, probably because he is really exhausted, and the wet wind blows all the way, so he can't stand the fever. .

Chu Guannan raised his leg to press down on his leg, wrapped him in his arms, and kissed his hot forehead: "Well, I promise, it will be all right tomorrow."

An Rao forced the corners of his mouth to curl up: "You are so heavy, I can't breathe."

"Be patient, I will lose weight when I go back."

"Don't reduce it..." An Rao's head was in chaos, and he said with the last bit of strength, "I like you like this, I feel safe..."

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Chu Guannan chuckled lightly.

He said he liked it that way.

So cute.

Chu Guannan gently stroked his back, obviously feeling sweaty, and the back of his clothes was wet.

Unconsciously, An Rao also seemed to feel the heat, and stretched out his hand gropingly, but was immediately pulled back to hide under the blanket.

He hummed twice in dissatisfaction, and then a familiar coaxing voice came from his ear: "You can't lift the quilt."

The hand was held in the palm of the hand, sweating profusely.

That night, Chu Guannan didn't close his eyes almost all night. From time to time, he had to help him take his temperature, check whether he had lifted the quilt, change the anti-fever stickers, and give him water and medicine.

Until the sky turned pale, he tried An Rao's forehead.

It seems that it is not hot anymore.

Measure the temperature again, 36 degrees five, no fever.

Finally, Chu Guannan heaved a sigh of relief, and his heart that had been suspended all this time landed steadily.

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but faint breathing sounds came from my ears.

He opened his eyes slowly.

In the eyes, there is a small face that is still slightly flushed, staring at him carefully with wide eyes.

Chu Guannan subconsciously covered his face, got up, and the first thing he did was to reach out his hand to test his forehead.

Well, the fever is completely gone.

An Rao pressed his shoulders to make him lie down, and covered him with a quilt: "My husband has worked hard, let's sleep for a while."

Although Chu Guannan didn't sleep all night, and he only slept for three hours, his head was still groggy, but now he had to get up to help An Rao buy breakfast.

An Rao is not used to Western food, so he spends a lot of time finding Chinese restaurants every time.

Regardless of whether he was asleep or not, he couldn't let him go hungry.

"I'll go buy you breakfast." Chu Guannan sat up and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

I stayed up all night, didn't wake up, and now I feel a little nauseated.

"No." An Rao put his whole body weight on him, forcing him to lie down, "I know you took care of me and stayed up all night, so you should have a good rest. If you also get sick because of it, what should I do?"

"Okay." Chu Guannan took his hand and kissed his fingers, "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep anymore." An Rao lay on top of him, burying his cheek in his arms, "You used to take care of me, now I will take care of you, how about I tell you a story, what story do you want to hear."

Chu Guannan thought for a while: "I will listen to whatever you like to talk about."

"it is good!"

Chu Guannan originally thought that with the character of his little sweet bean, it must be a sweet love story like Cinderella and Snow White.

But he didn't expect it.

He fell asleep to the Grudge for the first time.

In the dream, there are Kayako climbing down the stairs with twisted limbs.

The finals of the Youth International Football Exchange Tournament officially kicked off on August [-]th.

An Rao got up early in the morning, carefully took care of every strand of hair, and after making sure that he would be the most beautiful boy in the audience, he went to the door to change his shoes.

Today he only wears a loose white shirt, which is tucked into slim-fit trousers, making his waist appear extremely thin.

But as soon as he got to the door, he saw Chu Guannan leaning on the door waiting for him, turning the measuring tape in his hand around.

An Rao: "Do you still need to measure it? Obviously you can't see the waist."

Chu Guannan had his own argument: "If your kid wins the game, you raise your arms and cheer, what should you do if the hem of your clothes is ripped out, raise your hand."

An Rao: There was a huge crowd of people outside Wembley Stadium. Two buses stopped at the gate of the stadium. Primary school students of two skin colors jumped out of the bus.

Immediately there were enthusiastic fans waving small national flags and cheering for them.

After several months of selection, only Chinese and British teams from [-] countries made it to the finals.

Although the national football team still failed to qualify last year, the youth football training camp has really won back the face of the country.

An Rao got the first-class ticket presented by Li Mingming's coach and sat in the first row closest to the podium.

While in the car, An Rao adjusted the network settings in advance, and opened the live broadcast room again after a year.

He wanted domestic audiences to experience the majestic appearance of the children up close.

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, the fans thought they had read it wrong, so they clicked in. When they saw An Rao's face, their pent-up thoughts turned into tears.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is increasing rapidly.

"Long time no see, everyone." An Rao waved his hand, his eyes were shining like stars.

[Forgive me! !It's really my baby cub! !I miss you to death woo woo woo. 】

【You rascal just leave us and run away to have fun. 】

【I miss you so much bro, I cried with real emotion. 】

[Rao Zai let us take a look at Brother Nan! 】

An Rao pushed the camera to Chu Guannan.

[WuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoDistressed T_T]

[God, look at the camera, let us face up. 】

An Rao smiled: "Brother Nan actually misses you all, but he's shy and embarrassed, so please leave him some face."

[hhhhh Brother Nan hasn't changed at all, that's great. 】

[Are you two going back to your country soon, waiting for you to come back! 】

An Rao nodded: "But today's protagonist is our Mingming, you don't know, he participated in the youth training camp, and also represented the country in the youth exchange competition. I heard that he is now the captain. Everyone should cheer for him oh."

[I said long ago that this kid will definitely make great achievements in the future! 】

[Oooh, obviously win glory for the country!Let those adults take a good look at what it means to "know how to play football". 】

[Hahaha don't talk about it, I'm afraid some people will eat up all the sea cucumbers in the world after hearing it. 】

At this time, as the athletes' march resounded through the huge stadium, the two teams, wearing one white and one blue uniforms, stepped into the stadium vigorously under the leadership of the coach.

"Kids, come on!" The Chinese fans painted small red national flags on their faces, blew their trumpets, and clapped their palms red.

Li Mingming, who was walking at the front of the team, followed the coach and stood beside the white line, with his hands behind his back, his feet slightly apart, his back straight, his body upright, his face full of confidence, like a proud tree standing in a difficult environment cedar.

This should be followed by a handshake from both teams.

But they have yet to make the next move.

An Rao straightened up nervously and looked over, wondering what they were waiting for.

At this time, the music in the arena suddenly changed, from a cheerful march of athletes to a somewhat solemn symphony.

Then, two rows of guards of honor in red dresses and black velvet hats ran in neatly at the gate of the stadium. When they stood up, several figures appeared among them.

Leading them were a few men in black suits who looked like bodyguards.

Then, two familiar figures appeared in sight.

In an instant, the fans on the field got up one after another, waving the small national flags in their hands desperately and cheering loudly.

A woman in a taro-colored dress smiled and waved to the fans. Standing next to her was a young man in a suit and leather shoes. His blond hair was reflected in the rare sunshine in London like sweet honey, and his blue eyes were like Fiji's clear sea water is half covered by pale golden eyelashes.

He turned around and waved to the fans behind him.

I don't know which fan shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness, you are so cute!"

Before coming, An Rao had this strong premonition that he would see his old friend again.

I haven't seen him for a year. Isidor has grown a lot taller. He is tall and strong. He has completely shed his immaturity. It's no different from a mature and decent adult.

With the bodyguards leading the way, the princess and the prince came slowly and sat down beside the table where the trophies were placed.

After Isidor sat down, he looked forward, his body was as straight as a pine, and he would not look around like other people.

But the princess next to him suddenly leaned over and whispered something to him with a smile.

Isidor was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately followed the princess's gaze.

then--

An Rao met his gaze.

An Rao raised his eyebrows, waved at him, and mouthed: "Long time no see."

Isidor was stunned for a long time, and his body gradually tended to stand up, but was pressed down by the princess without a trace.

For a long time, an indescribable joy appeared on his face.

Is it a dream?

It should not be a dream.

He quietly pinched the back of his hand.

The pain came, not a dream, but real.

An Rao was making eye contact with the prince when he heard a light cough from beside him.

Turning around, I saw Chu Guannan looking at the stadium below the stage, his expression was like the Antarctic ice.

"What's wrong? Does your throat feel uncomfortable?" An Rao asked in a low voice after turning off the microphone in the live broadcast room.

Chu Guannan inhaled slowly and exhaled heavily.

"Would you like to apply for you to sit next to the prince?"

"Oh, my husband is jealous again." An Rao leaned closer, rubbing his cheek against his arm, "It's just to say hello, after all, we've known each other for a while."

Chu Guannan glanced at him, squeezed his hand, and said in a low voice, "Then... we can only say hello."

"Okay, okay, vinegar essence is reincarnated, my brother Nan."

After the royal family was seated, the two teams finally shook hands and saluted each other.

In terms of body size, the children of the British team are generally taller and stronger than the children of the squadron team. There is a big difference in both body size and training methods.

This is very worrying.

But An Rao firmly believes that will can determine the result, so he must have confidence in his children.

but……

In the squadron, a relatively thin child suddenly lowered his head and swayed twice.

"Is that kid okay? Why do you think he doesn't feel well?" The Chinese fan next to him also noticed something was wrong and asked worriedly.

"It's possible that the children just came to London, and the climate and diet are not adapted to it. I hope it doesn't affect the game."

Hearing what they said, An Rao was even more worried.

Anyone who is strong and strong like himself has been tossed and sick, let alone a child.

But now that the game is about to start, I can't do anything for them.

After the host was all over the place and couldn't understand it, people from all walks of life gave speeches. Almost an hour later, seeing that everyone was about to be dazed by the sun, the referee finally blew a whistle and decided that the attacking side's coin was tossed into the sky.

The kick-off of the English team was not a particularly good start for our team.

In particular, I don’t know what happened to the kids in the squadron. They were driven all the way to the goal, but none of them were defended. The goalkeeper was still the kid who was not feeling well. On the ground, the ball went in the goal.

The children of the British team scored too fast, which greatly dampened the spirit of the children of the squadron.

In the first half, the British team's children's score rose rapidly, and quickly pulled the score to three to zero.

Hearing the cheers from the British fans in the auditorium opposite, An Rao felt very uncomfortable.

He looked at Li Mingming frequently, and saw that he was also full of disappointment, panting heavily while supporting his waist, his face was so red that he couldn't tell the original color.

The English team's kids were not so fierce. When it was the squadron's turn to kick off, the kids ran to the opponent's goal with the ball, and were stopped by one of the strong British kids. For a moment, everyone couldn't see what happened. The football fell to the kid's feet .

He started to counterattack with the ball.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded, and the referee ran to the field to signal a timeout.

Listening to the commentator next to him, it seems that the kid from the English team stretched his feet when facing an attack, and was suspected of tripping, so the kid from the squadron team should be awarded a direct free kick.

Hearing this, the British kid was so angry that his forehead was on fire, and he babbled a lot. The referee asked him if he didn't understand court etiquette, and asked him if he wanted to get a yellow card.

The audience on the field also scolded the referee, saying that they didn't see the boy from the British team attempting to trip, saying that he received black money from the Chinese side, and started to do some crooked tricks when he saw that the Asian monkeys couldn't beat them.

Li Mingming, who was awarded a free kick, looked timidly at the audience, listening to the passionate shouting and cursing in the audience.

He didn't know why the opponent fouled the audience but scolded them.

Do you have to be a man with your tail between your legs when you play football in front of someone else's house?

The 1.7-meter-tall boy's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Obviously!"

Suddenly, familiar Chinese was heard from the auditorium.

He looked up sharply.

In the blurred vision, their Teacher An stood up and shouted at him: "Don't care what others say, take every ball seriously, and you won't regret it if you try hard!"

Li Mingming clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

That's right, free kicks are what they deserve, fouls have to pay, there is no need to argue with fools.

He wiped his eyes, holding back the tears.

With a big kick, the football flew high.

This kick was full of unwillingness and anger, like a fireball piercing the air, so that the goalkeeper of the English team jumped up and failed to catch the ball. He watched the football hit the net several times and landed inside the white line.

The squadron score went from zero to one.

"Aww! The kid is awesome!" All the Chinese fans stood up!Some happily danced the swing dance.

The opponent doesn't understand, what is there to be happy about just scoring a goal.

But the Chinese fans know that children will inevitably be timid when they come to unfamiliar places. What they need most now is encouragement. Don’t put pressure on them, just play as you like. It’s not easy to come to the finals. Too hard on a bunch of kids.

Looking at the cheering fans in the auditorium, the children of the squadron were stunned for a moment, and then felt a raging fire ignited in their hearts.

Uncles and aunts are watching them and encouraging them, so try your best, no matter what the ending is, at least don't leave any regrets.

With Li Mingming's good start, the children's morale suddenly increased, and they were all eager to move out.

In the second half, the kids seemed to have changed completely, rushing straight with the ball. This time it was the English team's turn to be unable to stop them, and they were repeatedly scored.

As the center forward, Li Mingming is the sharp knife and the main scorer of the team's offense, and he is always active near the opponent's penalty area.

He is energetic and skilled, basically as long as his teammates pass the ball, he will definitely score.

The score gradually narrowed, from [-] to [-] to [-] to [-], and the English team temporarily fell behind by one point.

With the whistle sounded, the first half ended.

During the intermission, the coach of the English team pointed at the children and yelled at them. This seems to be their training method. How dare you lose?Don't think about giving them any good face.

The children stood in a row with their heads down, not daring to vent their breath.

The weather in August is almost the hottest time of the year. Many people can't stand the sun above their heads and leave the venue to go home to cool off.

An Rao's face was also reddened by the sun, and thin sweat appeared on his forehead.

Chu Guannan brought a coat with him when he came, but he couldn't wear it anymore, so he simply covered An Rao's head to cover him from the sun, and his arms that had been raised all the time were sore and sore from the sun.

The audience in the live broadcast room shouted excitedly about dog abuse. An Rao didn't pay attention at first, but saw someone in the live broadcast room saying that Brother Nan's arms were sunburnt.

Only then did he come to his senses, and hurriedly pulled Chu Guannan's arm to check.

The red ones are a little purple, obviously sunburned.

"Don't cover it up for me, husband, you are sunburned, I feel bad." An Rao held his arm and hid it in his arms, "Why don't you go back to the hotel first, I'm wearing long sleeves and I can't get sunburnt, you don't care It's going to be two colors."

Chu Guannan glanced at Isidor who was staring at him not far away, and looked away: "I want to watch the football too, can't I?"

"You can't bask in the sun, you can go back and watch my live broadcast." An Rao hugged his arm and sighed, "If your fans find out, they will definitely call me a villain."

"They don't dare to say it." Chu Guannan's upright speech was somewhat funny.

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

The two raised their heads and met a pair of blue eyes.

"Ah, Isidor, long time no see." An Rao greeted the person who came.

Isidor sat down beside him and passed the parasol in his hand: "Mother asked me to deliver the parasol to you."

Just as An Rao was about to pick it up, he stretched out a hand and pushed the umbrella back: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary."

Immediately, An Rao felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling himself aside vigorously, leaving a space of one person's width between him and Isidor.

Isidor's hand stopped in the air awkwardly, and after a while, he retracted silently, with an imperceptible wry smile on his lips.

He got up, said something, he went back first, but fell back after taking two steps.

The expression on his face was cautious: "Is it convenient to have a meal together after the game is over?"

"Inconvenient." Chu Guannan said coldly without looking at him.

Even though it was August, the people around still felt an inexplicable chill.

An Rao saw the unspeakable embarrassment on Isidor's face, and he committed the embarrassment again, so he quickly pressed Chu Guannan's hand and squeezed it hard, signaling him to shut up.

"Sorry, I've caught a cold these days, and I'm afraid I'll infect you when we eat together. Let's meet again when we have a chance, okay?"

Isidore sighed secretly.

Sure enough, An Rao could speak.

He nodded slightly, returned to his seat with long legs and sat down.

"Why did you refuse his parasol." An Rao was furious.

"I don't like his things." Chu Guannan said casually.

"Sunburn you to death, turn into briquettes!"

"It's also good to be dried into briquettes, so that others will act according to my face."

An Rao was amused by him, took his coat and put it on him: "Mr. Coal Ball, leave me alone, it's a big deal..."

He got into Chu Guannan's arms.

"Clothes block the sun for you, and you block the sun for me."

Chu Guannan pinched his face, and a smile appeared on his stern face: "My wife is still smart."

At this time, the audience behind the two who were fed dog food all the way: The sun is so big above their heads, who will shade me from the wind.

Half an hour later, the second half of the game began.

The children who had been scolded all over their faces were terrified, each and every one of them looked like eggplants beaten by frost, drooping their heads.

On the contrary, Li Mingming and the others, after being hugged by the enthusiastic coach one by one, were full of arrogance, and they didn't even feel hot or tired.

Facts have proved that emotions not only affect appetite, but also affect actions.

The more scared the children of the English team were, the less able they were to concentrate. Every time they made a movement, they had to carefully look at the face of the coach off the field.

Seeing his dark face like a devil, his heart trembled, and his body trembled accordingly.

Running with the ball, which was stable during training, also trembled, and the squadron kid easily grabbed the ball and turned around to attack the opponent's goal.

Score: Great Britain (0): China (5);

Every time a kid from the squadron scored a goal, the coach of the British team would turn around and punch the chair angrily.

The children of the British team were about to cry, and the children of the squadron saw the situation, their kindness broke out, and they asked in a low voice: "Shall we let them have a ball?"

Li Mingming shook his head firmly: "Playing seriously is the respect for the opponent, and letting the ball is an insult to them."

The score continued to increase, and the children of the British team were affected by their emotions. Some directly had negative thoughts of "I don't want to play anymore, let's end it quickly".

If the coach scolds, just scold him. At worst, he will not play football and go back to school to study hard.

At the end of the second half, the score is:

1:7;

As the whistle blew, Chinese fans stood up one after another, waved their small red flags excitedly, and blew their horns loudly.

"Husband, my child won!" An Rao excitedly opened his arms and hugged Chu Guannan, shaking him vigorously.

Chu Guannan quietly kissed his earlobe.

The British commentator heaved a long sigh, trying to save his respect.

But it didn't work.

At the beginning, those fans who kept saying that the referee had collected black money from the Chinese side were completely convinced by the skills of the kids in the squadron.

Frustrated, they threw the small national flags on the ground and left the venue angrily.

In the huge Wembley Stadium, the national anthem resounded throughout the audience, and the surging excitement lingered in everyone's ears.

The chairman of the Football Association personally removed the trophy and handed it to Li Mingming, applauding with complicated emotions.

The children's original white jerseys have turned gray, and their little faces are flushed and their foreheads are steaming.

Ribbons and applause surround the children, and joyful little faces are reflected on the shiny trophies.

Li Mingming looked through the crowd to find the familiar figure.

There were a lot of people, and the scene was so noisy that even if you called out to Teacher An with a loudspeaker, you might not be able to hear it.

Simply, he opened his mouth and said nothing to An Rao without making a sound.

Even though there was a sea of ​​people, even if he didn't make a sound, An Rao still heard what he wanted to say to himself:

"Teacher An, I did it."

If there hadn't been that football game, maybe Li Mingming is now following his established destiny, dropping out of school, working in agriculture, and staying in the mountains with no communication for the rest of his life, and his descendants will continue his destiny.

Therefore, opportunities are very important, and whether you can seize them is even more important.

The mountain road is difficult and full of thorns and dangers, but as long as you hold the belief that you will continue to walk even if your head is broken, you will be able to see a bright future one day.

in the hotel.

An Rao looked at the topless Chu Guannan, and made an affirmative voice:

"You are two colors now."

When Chu Guannan went out, he wore a jacket with a short-sleeved T-shirt inside, and now his two arms have turned into Oreos.

Chu Guannan applied calming lotion on his arm, and the sunburned part of his arm was burning and painful.

An Rao grabbed the lotion and smeared it on him: "What did you say you and Yisiduo were angry with, are you satisfied now?"

"Yeah." Chu Guannan turned his face away and said coldly.

"Hmm!" An Rao slapped him on the arm, "If you are serious, you will only be um, and I will also be um when you talk to me in the future, okay?"

"Then what should I say, that because of jealousy, I rejected his kindness, and then suffered the consequences?"

An Rao laughed "puchi" and said, "You are really getting more and more eloquent."

He squeezed some lotion into the palm of his hand, rubbed it lightly, and massaged it evenly along Chu Guannan's discolored half of his arm: "I don't understand what you're jealous about. It's their business if they have other thoughts about me. It seems that it has always been rejected directly."

As he spoke, An Rao's tone became softer: "You know my character, if I didn't really like it, I would have left straight away."

He raised his eyes and stared at Chu Guannan.

Chu Guannan lowered his head, looked at his beautiful eyelashes, his eyes were full of sincerity.

Raising her hand, she gently stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous about you, and the other party is a very good person, so..."

"Impossible!" An Rao suddenly typed seriously.