One year later, April 1986.

Next to the playground, Wu Heng raised his arms and shouted: "Kick all attacks and defends, keep the formation. Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Unexpectedly, it immediately caused a sarcasm from a female classmate in the class: "You are so energetic, why don't you get on your own?"

"Hehe." Wu Heng smirked, "Well, it's the coach, coach."

"He can talk nonsense and won't kick at all." Another female classmate immediately exposed her old story, which made several girls laugh.

Chu Yueting stared at the court nervously. Although she didn't understand football at all, it didn't prevent her from cheering for her class. Suddenly, the football flew towards the game, causing bursts of exclamations and cheers outside the court...

Jing Jian stood in front of the door and stared at the football. Seeing the opponent's forward running closer and closer, he waved the defender Yu Hai away with a fake move. Seeing that it was a single sword, Jing Jian quickly shouted. Whether it was useful or not, it would be good to scare it. Unexpectedly, the opponent's forward was unmoved at all, raised his legs and shot, "Swoosh...", and the ball flew from Jing Jian's head into the net.

Jing Jian lay on the ground with his back on the sky, feeling weak all over. This was his fourth goal conceded in this game. Forward Mu Guangzhong ran over quickly and was furious: "How could he conced the goal again?"

Jing Jian was still full of grievance and was extremely sad and angry: "The only way to save Chinese football is to rely on fake football and black whistle!"

In the class football match, because I saw Jing Jian often run long distances and exercise early, I took it for granted and pulled him into the football team. Then... I knew nothing. In fact, this was nothing, so it was okay to let Jing Jian withdraw or substitute. But those male classmates wanted to play in front, fantasizing that they could score a goal and be coquettish in front of female classmates, and no one was willing to guard the goal, so... Jing Jian was sad. And today, who could Jing Jian ask for to reason with him?

The referee ran to Jing Jian lying on the ground, leaned over and smiled coolly: "Don't make a fool of yourself! Get up, you still have a black whistle? Do you want a red card?"

Jing Jian got up in disappointment and winked at the referee: "Gangzi, Brother Gangzi, Brother Gang! Do a favor and blow a few penalty kicks from them."

Yang Gang smiled "haha", ignored it, and ran to the middle circle arc waiting for the kickoff...

The final whistle rang, and the defeat was 0:5. Retreat outside the field, took the handkerchief handed by Chu Yueting, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and Jing Jian was angry: "Your Gangzi is not righteous, and your elbow is turning out."

Yang Gang happened to come and heard this and sneered: "You are so stinky, and you still have the face to say, "You are ashamed to be with me." Then, he reminded Chu Yueting, who was smiling, "Don't treat you to the evening, don't forget."

Chu Yueting's eyes flashed, bit her lip, as if she was determined. She secretly looked around and found that no one noticed the two, so she smiled sweetly at Jing Jian: "Go together tonight, you can do it first. See you at the school gate at four o'clock, and dress neatly."

Jing Jian was slightly surprised, then smiled: "Finish!"

"Hate!" Chu Yueting said coquettishly, and suddenly, she seemed to remember something again, "Oh, no, no, will someone see the school gate?"

"Then let's meet in my sister-in-law's shop and wait for you."

"Uh-huh."

Everything was so natural, slowly contacted, often joked, and played when there was no one... At some point, they were tacitly seen and looked at each other affectionately, and the two fell in love.

As time flows, and gradually forgets the shadow of the past, Jing Jian becomes more and more cheerful. The flowers, birds, insects and fish in the garden, and friends and classmates with simple relationships are all so beautiful. It makes Jing Jian intoxicated and addicted to him.

Just now, that was the first time Chu Yueting and Jing Jian participated in a public event. Although it was just a party for childhood friends, it was also the official disclosure of their relationship.

On a long-lost Sunday, I hurried back to the dormitory, changed into a jacket, cleaned my hair in front of the mirror, and then ran out of the school and took the bus...

...

Jing Jian was about to enter a bar near Jianguomen when he was stopped by the security guard at the door: "Comrade, this is an overseas-related place..."

Just as Jing Jian was about to speak, he was discovered by the manager in the door. He smiled and called out, "I'm sorry for you. This newcomer doesn't know you. Please, Mr. Jason has arrived."

"It's okay, I'll smoke." Jing Jian smiled and stuffed two packs of outer cigarettes into the manager's pocket. There was still a 10 yuan redemption coupon under the cigarette box. Then he waved his hand and walked into the bar.

As soon as the bar opened, there were no guests inside. Jing Jian saw Jason sitting in the corner at a glance. He smiled and sat down opposite him, but strangely found that Jason held his chin and looked thoughtful.

After glanced at Jing Jian, Jason said in a serious tone: "I just saw that you gave cigarettes and 10 yuan of your currency. And I came over and gave me a tip of 1 USD. Based on the value, my friend, your actions should be much more generous. But why, I want to be more popular than you? Hahaha, Jing, I love this enthusiastic country, I love him so much! Hahaha!"

Jing Jian hummed in anger. When the two of them were together, they often joked with each other. In this era, they could not even understand such a phenomenon of admiring foreign countries. Therefore, Jing Jian pretended that he had not heard of it and waved to order a glass of ice beer.

"Okay, do your business first." Jason handed over a package. Jing Jian opened and counted it, and there were eight thick journals in total.

Looking at Jing Jian's serious appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Jason's mouth: "Jing, I really didn't expect that you would use favors in this place. Actually, this is a slight effort, do you know? I especially like having a drink with you."

Seeing that the things were right, Jing Jian was in a good mood. He took a sip of ice beer: "It's really a terrible life for you Westerners. You are just bars, but bars. Is there no other enjoyment except alcoholics?"

"Haha, Jing, you forgot again. I am a Protestant and hate drinking." Jason shrugged with a smile. "But your country is really interesting. A few days ago, the man in flowery clothes and drums was like an acrobatic performance, so unrestrained, as if he was watching a dance. And the little thing that exploded and pounded, made me recall Vietnam. There were really surprises at all times. Thank you, I also found that the politicians who ruled your country were really politicians. This is amazing."

Jing Jian laughed while listening, knowing that it was the opening ceremony of a factory in Jason a few days ago. Many officials should have attended, and they would beat drums and set off firecrackers: "Haha, Frank, your discovery is amazing."

"Haha, Jing, you know what I mean. Those lawyers, those damn black vampires. And you are really officials. Isn't this discovery great enough? According to your opinion, I gave those officials a report, just a few pieces of paper. I didn't expect that in a few months, the return was 300,000 US dollars, every year! 300,000! Hahaha, isn't this worth a drink?"

"Haha, then you owe me so many favors. Cheers!"
Chapter completed!