"Brother Zhong, goodbye. I'll come to you to play football again in the future if I have the chance."

Yang Daye waved goodbye, and the target was a glasses uncle with a big belly with a Mediterranean head and several other friends wearing jerseys of various colors.

"If you have the chance, you must come back to play football with me!" The uncle named Zhong Ge poked his head out of the car window and waved.

"good."

Yang Daye kept wavering, and then watched the car go away.

When the figure that had gone away disappeared, Yang Daye breathed a sigh of relief, with confusion and sorrow on his face. He looked down at a white jersey in his hand, and saw that the Chinese football on the front of the jersey was extremely aware of the black letters of the Chinese football on the front of the jersey. He could only sigh.

The jersey in Yang Daye's hand was given to him as a souvenir by the uncle just now. The uncle who he called Zhong Ge is not a celebrity, nor a star. He is just an ordinary fan uncle who is obsessed with football, is obsessed with studying football technology, and is committed to improving the level of Chinese football.

Zhongge is a football fan that Yang Daye accidentally met on the Internet. Although Yang Daye was a little confused, he found it quite interesting. After some contact, Yang Daye admired this uncle who had been immersed in football for decades. At the same time, through Zhongge and Yang Daye, he met more people who like to study football on the Internet. This is also the case. Yang Daye also discovered for the first time that there are so many people in China who are more keen on football than usual and hope that Chinese football will become better.

Originally, Yang Daye, a college student, was just discussing with these people online. Because of the internship in the junior year, Yang Daye was surprisingly brought to Zhaoqing, which is the city where this uncle is.

Since we arrived in Zhaoqing and found an opportunity to meet, we became good friends. As long as we had time, we would get together to play football, and we would have a meal like today after that.

Today is the last day for Yang Daye to stay in Zhaoqing. His internship period is about to come to an end, so he has to go back to school to prepare for his graduation thesis. Unfortunately, the company where Yang Daye internship is not his destination after graduation. What he hopes for is to stay in the Pearl River Delta for the time being. In the future, he will have to gather with these friends who have been with him for more than half a year to play a game again, and I don’t know when it will be.

The reluctance to part, the confusion about the future, and other emotions intertwined, which made Yang Daye feel a little depressed.

With sweat and fatigue after playing the ball, Yang Daye returned to his rented place with confidence.

When he opened the door and walked into this small room of only ten square meters that he had been in for half a year. Maybe he was leaving this small place tomorrow, Yang Daye suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave. Although this place is very small and simple, it often relapses in spring and summer, making the floor wet and slippery. However, this place has his memories of more than half a year and has some feelings.

After taking a shower, washing the clothes and cooling them, Yang Daye began to pack his luggage.

There are not many things, and a laptop is worth a lot aside from clothes and shoes. Of course, this laptop is not a famous brand like Apple, it is just a miscellaneous computer that costs about 3,000 yuan. You can also play some games online.

As for other scattered things, Yang Daye is not going to take them away.

Soon Yang Daye packed up his things, sat down to the bed, but reached out to touch a piece of clothing. "I almost forgot that there was a jersey that Brother Zhong gave me as a souvenir."

"I'll go, isn't this what Brother Zhong wore today?" He picked it up and looked at Yang Daye's forehead.

The reason is not that Brother Zhong sent me a stingy piece, but it was originally a new one. Yang Daye probably took the wrong hand when he was having dinner and took back the jersey that Brother Zhong changed.

"Maybe this one is more meaningful. After washing and drying, it can still be used." Yang Daye chuckled and shook his head.

Holding the jersey full of sweat, Yang Daye stood up and prepared to go to the toilet to wash it. Yang Daye had just walked two steps, but stepped on a small thing and slipped under his feet. He waved his hands quickly to keep his body in sight, but in the end he did useless work.

"Dong!" "Ah!"

Two sounds sounded in front and behind, and Yang Daye knocked the table on the back of his head. He felt a huge pain and a little dizzy. Then, his eyes darkened.

It took a long time before Yang Daye slowly woke up from the darkness.

"Ah! Hiss!" Yang Daye subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his head. He felt some sticky liquid sticking to it. He took it back and took it back. "I went, and a lot of blood was bleeding."

"My head is broken, it's so unlucky! I feel a little dizzy. Will I have something wrong? But there are other sequelae or something!" Yang Daye still felt a little dizzy. He guessed that he wouldn't be able to escape the concussion after falling down. It's pretty good that the back of his head was no longer bleeding depending on the situation.

"Ding! The jersey system is bound successfully!"

Suddenly, Yang Daye seemed to hear a synthetic voice. He quickly looked around and then looked at the laptop on the bed. However, there was nothing unusual on the computer screen.

"I went, and I had hallucinations. No, I had to go to the hospital for a check-up." Yang Daye was not calm. His head was the most important organ of a person, and if he was not careful, he would die.

Yang Daye stood up and took his wallet with his head, covering his head, and ran out. After that, he called a motorcycle to go to the hospital. Fortunately, the hospital was not far away, and ten minutes later, Yang Daye arrived at the hospital.

After entering the hospital, Yang Daye immediately went to the emergency department.

"The doctor quickly took a look for me. My head was broken and my hallucinations were all illusions!"

After a tense examination and treatment and spending nearly a thousand yuan, Yang Daye finally breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor said that except for breaking his head and a slight concussion, he had no other serious injuries such as intracranial hemorrhage.

"Fortunately, there is no danger of life." Yang Daye cherishes his life very much. It's not that he is afraid of death, but that he cannot die. He finally graduated almost by himself, can go out to work and make money, and can share the pressure of life for his family. He really doesn't want to die just like this.

Just as Yang Daye walked out of the hospital door with his much thinner wallet, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, Daye. It seems that I got the wrong jersey. What you got should be the one I replaced before. I will send it to you tomorrow." As soon as it was connected, Brother Zhong's voice came out.

"It was wrong. But no need. This one is more memorable. I think I will never forget it for the rest of my life. "Yang Daye wanted to cry a little, but he couldn't forget this jersey. It was hallucinated, and this impression was absolutely profound.

"That's it. Well, I wish you a good trip tomorrow. I'll contact you often in the future. I'll have a chance to play football together."

"Okay. I will definitely come here if I have the chance."

After a few more remarks, Yang Daye died. He took a motorcycle again and returned to his rented place.

When I got home, I immediately saw the jersey given to him by Brother Zhong, and his blood was still on it.

"Your gift is so expensive. More than a thousand yuan and my blood!" Yang Daye walked over and picked it up, preparing to take it to wash it. Although this jersey cost him a heavy price, he decided to keep it.

"Die! Discover the jersey ability pack. "Chinese Fried Crochet" old version, with a green quality of three-star! ··"

"I went, and there was another hallucination. Didn't the doctor say there would be no sequelae?" Yang Daye was in trouble.

"Speciality, can be upgraded, can...

"But your sister, it's over. I won't become like Hawking in the future, right?" Yang Daye was not calm when he thought that he might be in a wheelchair in the future. Many people with brain injuries might not be able to take care of themselves.

"Is it bound?··"

"Tie? Tie your sister!" The hallucinations kept appearing, and Yang Daye was almost crazy.

"Binding is successful!"

"Damn, I'm done. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry for you. Little sister, little brother, I... No, I have to go to a new hospital for a new examination. "Yang Daye feels that for the sake of his family, he should actively rescue him.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he stopped thinking about his shriveled wallet and the small amount of money in the bank card. During the internship, he had no money at all, and he had remitted most of the money back home. After spending about a thousand yuan in front, he really didn't have much money left.

"Hey! Maybe, the sequelae of this hallucination should not affect my life, right?" Yang Daye asked himself unconfidently.

Of course, he did not get any possible answers as he imagined. And the voice that appeared before no longer appeared.
Chapter completed!