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Volume 1 Metamorphosis Chapter 640 Victory and Failure

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    A smile also appeared on Ye Feng's face. Liang Qian looked at Ye Feng's smile and found that the smile that appeared on his face was so real and sincere. This kind of smile was definitely not pretended, but truly came from the heart.  , what is the relationship between these students and the middle-aged man and him? Could it be that they knew each other before.  This shouldn¡¯t be the case. How could Ye Feng know the principal and students of a middle school for migrant children in this suburban county?  Ye Feng saw Liang Qian's doubts, approached her, and said softly: "This Principal Qin and this student met with me early this morning. Of course, I didn't know them before, so I asked Principal Ye Tiancheng to make the connection.  Yes, I said I wanted to play a game with students from their school, and he immediately agreed, and also asked that it be best to organize the game today. " Liang Qian understood and didn't ask any more questions at the moment.  Ye Feng smiled and said: "Principal Qin, I kept you waiting for a long time!" Ye Feng's tone was very humble and respectful.  Principal Qin smiled and said, "There's no rush. Even if we wait a little longer, we won't be in a hurry." Ye Feng walked over in a hurry, held Principal Qin's hand, and said, "I didn't expect you would treat me so grandly."  This game." Principal Qin said: "Yes, we feel very honored to be able to play with such a famous team as your Beijing No. 1 Middle School team." Ye Feng nodded and patted the high school again.  He looked at his raw shoulder and said, "Your name is Xiaohua, right? You are the captain of your school's football team." The boy named Chu Xiaohua smiled and said, "Yes, Coach Ye, when will we start the game?" Ye  Feng nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, it will start in a moment. Are you all here?" Chu Xiaohua nodded excitedly and said: "Everyone is here. I'm just waiting for you." Ye Feng didn't say much anymore.  Said, he turned back to the players of No. 1 Middle School and said with a serious expression: "Don't ask me why I brought you here to compete, and don't think that you are competing with a bunch of junior high school kids and that it will hinder your identity. Remember  Live. In front of the game, there is no difference in venue or identity, and there is no opponent for you to choose. You just need to play your ball well. Okay, I will stop here and do some simple pre-game preparations. The game is about to begin.  It will start. I will be the referee of this game." The players looked at each other with extremely bitter expressions. They have almost figured out Ye Feng's temper now. I am afraid that this game must be played or not.  Gotta kick too.  They had no choice, but seeing those junior high school students who were not at the same level as themselves, their interest and desire to compete could not be aroused no matter what.  Ye Feng did not allow them to think too much and blew the entry whistle. The players of No. 1 Middle School had no choice but to walk into the stadium one by one with their heads hanging down.  Liang Qian¡¯s face was on fire. If this scene was seen by a school teacher or a player from another team.  Wouldn't they be laughed to death? If the students in this school really want to go out to promote it, the reputation of the team in Beijing No. 1 Middle School will be somewhat tarnished.  As soon as the players entered the field, the students stood up and applauded again. The scene was very lively. Although the players from the No. 1 Middle School felt a little embarrassed to play with a group of junior high school students who were several years younger than themselves, they heard  With this enthusiastic applause, their hearts couldn't help but feel excited, and they all thought in their hearts: "This is good, just think of it as giving these children a good football lesson." Ye Feng asked the players of No. 1 Middle School and  The student teams stood in two rows.  Bowing to each other, Li Desheng, the temporary captain of the No. 1 Middle School team, and Chu Xiaohua, the captain of the migrant school student team, came out to shake hands and tossed a coin to select the field. All procedures were carried out very formally. Ye Feng seemed to want to use this to tell the players of the No. 1 Middle School:  "Don't underestimate them just because they are an inconspicuous student team. Take them seriously and respect them." As soon as the whistle blew, the game started. The players in No. 1 Middle School were really not used to this kind of competition with them.  It can be said to be the worst venue. I want to run faster, but I am afraid of getting hurt and dare not let go. I want to use formation tactics, but I feel that it is really embarrassing in front of these amateur kids.  , I always feel that there is really nothing to do with this group of junior high school students who are amateurish and average in terms of skills, tactics, coordination, and physical fitness. Therefore, most of the players in No. 1 Middle School started their individual performances after getting the ball.  This group of children is indeed far behind them. Their fake moves can easily deceive these children. Although the conditions of the stadium are not good, the physical fitness of the players in No. 1 Middle School can make up for this very well. The occasional tactical short pass  With cooperation, the ball can be sent to the penalty area. After half an hour, the players of No. 1 Middle School were already leading the student team with a score of 10-0.  The captain of the student team who has the best skills and physical fitness is the captain named Chu Xiaohua. He runs all over the field without showing signs of fatigue. Although the other members of the student team are not tired at all,Everyone has exhausted a lot of energy (playing football with Yizhong, they have to put in far more energy than usual), but the expressions on their faces are still excited, and their desire to compete seems to be stronger.  Before halftime, the No. 1 Middle School team scored three more goals. A kid from the student team scraped his calf on the ground during a defensive tackle, and was scratched with a long gash. He was bleeding. However, Ye Feng  Instead of interrupting the game, he forced the child to hold on to his injured leg until the last second of the first half. What surprised the players of No. 1 Middle School and Liang Qian who was sitting on the edge of the court was that the members of the student team and  The students outside the court did not complain about Ye Feng at all. They seemed not to have seen the child injured at all.  As soon as the first half ended, the injured child finally sat down on the ground. His teammates quickly ran to his side and carried him off the court. Ye Feng also followed and took a look.  The child was injured, so he shouted to Liang Qian from a distance: "Bring our team's hemostatic agent and gauze, hurry up." The voice was urgent.  In front of so many people, Ye Feng couldn't use his true energy to stop the child's bleeding quickly, so he could only resort to mass methods. Fortunately, although the child retained a lot of blood, the problem was not serious.  Even if Ye Feng didn't say anything, Liang Qian had already wanted to go over and help the child. Seeing the child bleeding so much, Liang Qian felt very nervous.  After helping Ye Feng take care of the child's wound, Liang Qian was already sweating profusely. She couldn't help but blame Ye Feng and said, "What are you doing? You knew the child was injured, but you still didn't stop the game."  "Ye Feng's face was expressionless, but his eyes were very solemn, and he said: "Because I know that this kid is eager for this game. He really wants to play with these players from No. 1 Middle School.  Although he was injured in a game, I believe that he can persevere in the last few minutes. He also wanted to persevere, and he succeeded. "The injured child's eyes were filled with tears, but  He tried hard not to let it out, and whispered: "Ye Coach Ye, thank you." Hearing the child's words of thanks to Ye Feng.  Liang Qian's heart suddenly felt sour. In addition to being strong in this child, Liang Qian could also feel his love for football. That kind of love from the heart really made Liang Qian burst into tears  . The injured kid did not play in the second half of the game, but he did not leave the game to rest.  Instead, he sat on the sidelines and cheered for his classmates. Although his body was injured, his shouts were still hard and loud.  There was still no suspense in the second half of the game. The No. 1 Middle School team still led the student team by a large score. The children's physical exertion was huge, and their running speed gradually slowed down. Several of them suffered from cramps.  Seeing this, Ye Feng temporarily stopped the game, leaving precious three minutes of rest for the cramped children.  Taking advantage of this gap, he walked up to Liang Qian and Zhou Tao and said with a solemn expression: "I hope you two can observe this game carefully. Don't just see the results, but also see some other more important things."  Something." The game continues.  The children are working very hard. It can be seen that they are all trying their best, and the students around them are also working hard. The cheers never stop, and they are not relaxed or frustrated because their team is lagging behind by a big score.  , their enthusiasm has never cooled down.  On the other hand, the players of No. 1 Middle School, when the game reached this level, they actually had some fear of these children. These children were really scary. The closer to the last moment, their physical strength became more and more  Exuberant, they would loudly encourage each other every time they met, and their faces were full of fighting spirit and desire to win.  A miracle finally happened. With unremitting efforts, the student team finally won a corner kick. After the corner kick was taken, the child named Chu Xiaohua jumped high and burst out with an amazing force. He  His body is much smaller than the defender of the No. 1 Middle School team, and his physical confrontation ability is also far different. But at this time, Liu Jian, the defender of the No. 1 Middle School, unexpectedly faced this child with his face full of goals.  With the desire and fighting spirit on his face, Liu Jian's legs were a little weak. The child was so high above his head that he hit the ball hard towards the goal of No. 1 Middle School.  Goalkeeper Sun Yang didn't seem to have expected that this student would burst out with such incredible ability and strength when the game was about to end. He almost didn't make any saves at all and watched the ball fly into the goal.  .  The players of the student team roared excitedly and rushed over, pressing Chu Xiaohua, who was also rushing to the sideline with great excitement, to the ground. Their faces were filled with the excitement of victory. Although they only scored one goal, they  But it seemed like he had won the whole game.    The whole school was in an uproar, and the students outside the court rushed into the court one after another, cheering and cheering, forming a circle around their players hand in hand, and shouting the names of the players in unison.  The players of No. 1 Middle School were all dumbfounded. They obviously won this game with a big score. The scoreboard outside the field was clearly written in white chalk. The No. 1 Middle School team won 25-1. But why is the current scene like this?  It's like it's the other way around, the ones who win are the kids, and the ones who lose are them.  Ye Feng slowly walked towards the group of children and walked in front of Chu Xiaohua, their goal scorer. With a smile on his face, he took Chu Xiaohua's hand and said, "Very good. After I go back today, I will tell your father.  I admire you very much. If you are willing, if your father agrees, and if your comprehensive cultural scores are okay, I will help you to go to No. 1 Middle School for high school. In the future, you can officially join the Beijing No. 1 Middle School team, but you  You have to make a choice, whether to study hard and go to college or realize your biggest dream and play football. I believe the final result will be decided by you.¡± When the students around him heard Ye Feng¡¯s words, they all reached out to Chu Xiaohua.  Thumbs up, he praised: "Well done. Xiaohua, you can finally realize your dream. You can finally become a member of the best high school team in Beijing." Chu Xiaohua's face turned red, and obviously he also felt the same in his heart.  Extremely excited, he held Ye Feng's hand tightly.  But couldn't say a word.  Ye Feng nodded to each player of the student team, turned to the principal, shook hands with him, and said: "Your students are all good. With their spirit, their future lives will be full of hope."  And brilliant." The principal smiled and said nothing.  But he hugged Ye Feng tightly with both hands without saying a word, but Ye Feng already understood the affection in his heart.  Ye Feng turned back to the players in the No. 1 Middle School, his face became serious, and his eyes swept over every player's face.  Finally, he paused on Zhou Tao's face and asked: "Zhou Tao, do you think we won or lost today's game?" Zhou Tao was silent for a while, then said: "We won" The players of No. 1 Middle School  Smiles appeared on all faces, and their hearts relaxed when they heard their captain say these four words that they had won.  Before this, they had always had the illusion that they had lost this game.  Unexpectedly, after a brief pause, Zhou Tao's next words completely knocked their newly happy mood to the bottom. They heard Zhou Tao say again: "But in fact, we actually lost." Zhou Tao's tone  Very peaceful, yet firm at the same time.  The players were shocked, they obviously won.  Why did even their own captain say they lost?  Ye Feng asked Liang Qian again: "What do you think of this game." Liang Qian looked solemn, but replied without hesitation: "We did lose, and we lost very cowardly." The players looked at each other in shock.  , even more puzzled, why even Liang Qian said this.  Did they really play so cowardly in this game?  Ye Feng raised his voice and said: "There is a huge disparity in strength in this game. As players who have won the Beijing High School League Championship, you have no interest in playing. You have no desire to win. Your football is ugly."  , but for those children, they showed great desire and fighting spirit. They did not feel timid or nervous at all because they were playing against a team that was much stronger than them. On the contrary, they  In front of you, they showed extraordinary perseverance and unity. They encouraged each other and never gave up. In the end, they scored. Although it was just one goal, for them, this goal meant that they had achieved victory.  The final victory." Hearing what Ye Feng said, the players in the No. 1 Middle School looked a little unconvinced. Among them, Li Desheng couldn't hold back and said in a low voice: "But the final result of the game depends on it. We are twenty-four goals ahead of them.  , the final result is that we won by a big score." Ye Feng shook his head and said: "You are right, from the score point of view, our No. 1 Middle School team did win in the end, but what I want to tell you is,  If it were the same venue, if you had the same competitive mentality and state today, if your opponents were not these kids, and if it were any league team with the same strength as yours, then you would still be able to achieve what you are now.  Score, do you still dare to be so conceited that you finally won?" The expression of the players in the first center suddenly dimmed, and Ye Feng's words just now were like a giant hammer, hitting him hard?  When it reached their hearts, a cold air came out of everyone's spine. Yes, if they were replaced by any high school league team, according to their game state today, they would definitely lose the game by a big score.  It will be themselves.  Ye Feng???Sighed and continued: "You must remember that in the arena, everyone is equal, and you cannot underestimate any opponent. You should all know the story of the tortoise and the hare, an example of the weak defeating the strong.  There are too many to count. Facing these children who are much weaker than you, you are all too conceited and proud. You have lost an essential quality for a player or even any athlete, which is humility and prudence. What's more,  The important thing is that you are missing the most valuable spirit, which is mutual unity and encouragement. Although you have won the score, you have lost your fighting spirit. You must know that in the future, when you come to the real stadium, you will face the opponent.  When facing more powerful opponents, your only magic weapon for victory is your strong willpower and tenacious fighting spirit. But in today's game, I didn't see your willpower because each of you is afraid of getting hurt.  I don¡¯t even see your fighting spirit, because none of you have the desire to win. What you really lose is not the score, but your hearts.¡± The players¡¯ heads were lowered, Ye Feng¡¯s.  Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts, completely tearing apart the arrogance and conceit they tried hard to hide. Under the tenacious fighting spirit of those children, they finally realized that they really  What they lost was that they lost completely, and they lost completely. Just as Ye Feng said, they lost their mentality.
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