Siheyuan: Rejecting the Crowd, I Entered the World Cup

Siheyuan+Time Travel+Football Competition+Hand-Teared Beasts+Counterattack Slap in the Face A seventeen-year-old boy who had been riding a hard seat all night into the city, Before the luggage was put down, the lock on the door was changed. Food stamps are in the palm of your hand, and you have to seek justice even when you are hungry. Fortunately, this era is not only about the best. The extra meals in the cafeteria are steaming hot, and the red stamp on the training notice is particularly practical. Master Han patted him on the shoulder: "Practice the basics first." Workmate Zhao Quan grinned: "From now on, if you raise your head, I will run forward." Jia and Zhang are still acting recklessly, and Qin Huairu is still making plans. But he is no longer alone: The official seal of the housing management office, the notice from the street office, the crutches of the deaf old lady, They are all supporting this foreign boy. During the day, I held a file and learned benchwork, and in the evening, I ran after a football. Sweat pounded into the soil, and the blood bubbles on the palms turned into cocoons. From apprentice to the main player of the factory team, from the courtyard to the city team roster, He wants to use the ball in his hand to kick a path for himself. It's just that no one knows that in this silent young man's heart, Still carrying a hot dream: One day, let the five-star red flag fly on the green fields of the world...