Football: The immortal legend on the green field

The harsh sound of brakes brought him back to reality from his trance, and he found that he was almost hit by a van that was driving from a brand new community gate to the center of the road. Fortunately, the driver turned the steering wheel quickly, but it knocked a trash can on the side of the road crooked. The pale driver opened the door angrily and got out of the car while cursing.

The two diligent security guards on duty at the gate of the community had already spotted him, so he had no choice but to stop by the side of the road with a wry smile and wait for others to come over and argue with him.

"Alas," he sighed silently in his heart, why was he so unlucky? Fortunately, he had seen clearly that it was just a minor accident. Apart from a trash can that was knocked over on the street and the trash was scattered all over the ground, the van only had a few scratches on the paint, and the driver and the children in the car did not seem to be injured.

But he also knew that although the accident was minor, if someone pursued the matter, he would have to pay compensation, and he would have to pay a few hundred dollars for repairs...

But where would he find the money to compensate?

Before the driver even came up to him, he had already put on a smile, ready to greet the coming storm with the most humble attitude.

But the expected storm did not come. The young driver who came to Dai Zhao looked him up and down for a long time, and suddenly said in surprise: "...Hey! Senior brother! Why is it you?"

Only then did he realize that the driver was actually his former classmate at the provincial sports school. What was his name? He couldn't remember it anymore. He seemed to remember that this guy had been in the U13 team for half a year before Guo Haiping persuaded him to quit, saying that he had no talent for playing football.

In Dai Zhao's impression, this kid was a troublemaker in the sports school just like himself, but unlike himself, he usually used fists to resolve conflicts, while he always jumped up and down and yelled.

The most vivid memory is that one time he scolded Chen Tao to tears in the training ground, just because Chen Tao repeatedly humiliated him with his dribbling moves in the group competition. So he yelled at him at the top of his lungs, and Chen Tao was a rather dull person. During the quarrel between the two, Chen Tao could not say a word, and he cried because he was so anxious.

"It's you!" Seeing Dai Zhao frowning and looking at him, "Don't you remember me? My name is Yu Jinsong. I spent half a year in the sports school and was always in the U13 reserve team. I'm afraid Brother Dai didn't have a deep influence on me."

Yu Jinsong grinned habitually and said, "I saw you in the car but I didn't dare to recognize you. When did you come back?"

"Yu Laoer!" Dai Zhao greeted with a smile.

He glanced at the three children in the car who were chattering excitedly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Send these children home..." Yu Laoer pointed at the children in the car.

“I played football for a few years, but my studies were delayed and I failed to get into high school. Later, when my master found out that I was unemployed, he contacted me and asked me to go to the football school to pick up and drop off children whose parents were busy and didn’t have time to do so.” Only then did Dai Zhao see the words “Tomorrow’s Star Football School” sprayed with paint on the van.

Master, what a joke! This name is quite scary.

"When did you come back?"

"…two days ago."

Yu Jinsong took out a cigarette and handed it to Dai Zhao, and then handed one to each of the two security guards who had been guarding Dai Zhao.

The security guard realized that the two of them were acquaintances, so he took his cigarette and walked back to the gate. A moment later, one of the security guards came out of the parking lot wearing sleeves and carrying a broom and dustpan. He, Dai Zhao, and Yu Jinsong worked together to quickly straighten the overturned trash can and clean up the trash on the ground.

Dai Zhao returned the dustpan to the security guard, glanced at the van, rubbed his hands and asked, "Is this your own car?"

"It's not my car. How can I buy a car with my limited skills? It was discarded by Big Girl's unit, and my master asked me to drive it back."

Dai Zhao said embarrassedly, "You see, I was distracted for a moment and caused you to crash the car..."

Yu Jinsong waved his hands and said proudly, "It's a small matter! It's not worth mentioning! Besides, the collision was not serious, just a few scratches on the paint, it's not a big deal. Besides, this car was almost scrapped, and the master wouldn't blame us if he knew." He then noticed that Dai Zhao had a travel bag on his shoulder and asked, "Are you going to do something? Where are you going? I'll drive you there."

"I don't have anything to do, I'm just taking a walk. I won't bother you." Dai Zhao declined the enthusiastic Yu Laoer. His problem can't be solved by just taking a ride...

"Is that so... Then I won't keep you any longer." Yu Jinsong didn't know what to say.

He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Dai Zhao, saying, "I'm leaving this for you so we can contact each other when we have time... just wait a minute!" He suddenly remembered something and ran to the car, rummaged around on the dashboard with his hand, then ran back with a pen in his hand.

"This business card was printed before National Day last year, and the phone number on it is wrong..." As he said this, he was about to return his business card to correct a few wrong phone numbers.

But the pen made several scratches on the paper, leaving only shallow marks, but no ink. He waved the pen vigorously several times, but no ink came out. He had to laugh and said, "Damn it, it's acting weird when I need it! Do you have a pen?"

Dai Zhao took out a pen and handed it to him. He had already noticed the content on the business card "…Deputy Manager of Future Star Football Training School…".

Yu Jinsong handed him the corrected business card and said, "Do I really not need to give you a ride?"

"No need." Dai Zhao said in a hoarse voice. He used a lot of effort to force a smile on his face.

A naughty player on the bus was already a little impatient, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to finish today's homework. If the teacher asks about it tomorrow, I will say something bad about you. Don't you want to flirt with our head teacher?"

"Hahaha..." The little brats in the car burst into laughter. Yu Jinsong glared at the naughty kid in the car awkwardly, then shook his hand in a friendly manner, saying politely that he would contact me another day: "...Call me if you have anything."

There is something going on right before my eyes! But Dai Zhao didn't know how to start the conversation. Seeing that Yu Lao Er had already walked around the front of the car and opened the door, he could no longer think about it and hurriedly chased after him.

Yu Jinsong was already half-sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw him coming, he got out of the car and waited for him on the side of the road.

"Second brother, do you know where I can find a job?"

Yu Jinsong looked at him suspiciously, shook his head and asked, "Do you have any friends who want to find something to do?"

"He's not my friend." Dai Zhao swallowed and said with difficulty, "I just wanted to find something to do..."

"What? You want to find a job?!" Yu Jinsong opened his mouth and eyes in laughter. He couldn't believe his ears. Didn't this guy make a fortune in Jinling? The newspapers reported it, so why did he suddenly ask me to help him find a job? When we were chatting a few days ago, the master said he was going to the south to do business. When we met this time, I thought he was coming back to pack up his things!

How could he be in such a state of destitution in less than half a year? He could not help but look Dai Zhao up and down a few times. Dai Zhao's appearance had not changed much, except that he was a little thinner than the last time he saw him. However, his eyes did not have the deep spirit they had a year ago. They were dark like a pile of extinguished fire...