Iron Gate

When he was fifteen years old, Lin Yue's college dream was shattered - his father was turned into a dishonest old man by a contractor, and he could not get a student loan. The top students in the top twenty of his grade had no choice but to drop out of school and go to the construction site during the day to carry cement to support his paralyzed father and his sister who suffered from congenital heart disease. With a debt of 30,000 yuan weighing on his head and a monthly interest rate of nearly 1,000 yuan, he could only have 400 yuan left after a month of desperate efforts. On the wild court under the bridge, if someone gave him money, he would stand in front of the goal - not for love, just for the ten or eight yuan he would get if he won a game. He talks little and seems stupid, but he has a picture in his mind: the ball is the line, the person is the point, and the landing point is the coordinate. Others play football, but he calculates geometry. No one knew that this dull boy who could only use his body to block the ball would become the toughest iron gate in the country. Soccer balls are round, not straight—and neither are roads.