It had rained many times in Barcelona, and the parasol trees had been washed until they were green. They stood tall in the wind. However, even after the first semester of junior high school, Carlo still did not get an answer from Bella.
Or rather, he hadn't even seen her face.
He had also crossed a few districts, skipped class, and went to Bella's school to wait for her to finish school, hoping that this girl would say something to him, even if...
Even if it was a rejection.
He was afraid of such a separation, which made him uneasy. Oleg said that Bella did this, which meant that she was not interested in him. She did not want to respond to him. It was even possible that Bella hated him.
He did not want Bella to hate him. He only hoped that Bella would say hello to him. That would be good.
Carlos kicked the ball crazily for three days. Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, he ran dozens of kilometers and arrived at the school of the black-haired doll.
He stood at the door and waited. Even though he knew that no one would be around at this time, he kept craning his neck to look around. It was a little cold in winter. Carlos stood in the cold wind for almost ten hours before the school bell finally rang.
Bella came out.
But before he could see clearly, the doll in the white coat immediately turned around and got into the car. He chased after her with difficulty, but the crowd brought a huge obstacle. Her waist-long black hair swayed behind her, curling up. It was especially eye-catching against the white clothes.
Bella only showed him her back.
Carlos crouched down and held his head with both hands. He knew that he shouldn't have exposed it so early. It was all his fault.
Carlos thought that if he hadn't been so anxious, everything would have been different. They would still be best friends, and she would come to accompany him every weekend. She wouldn't be in such a hurry to get into the car and leave.
On his way back, Carlos passed by the Camp Nou stadium. It was the end of the season. The shouts from the stadium could make people's blood boil from afar. He went to the ticket office alone to buy tickets for the next day.
They bought it very late. Not many people were watching this game, so there were still seats, but the seats were not very good. Carlos quietly watched a game with the music box.
At the end of the match, Carlos did not care who was playing against whom or what the score was. The cheers that had once boiled his heart seemed to be isolated from another world. His eyes were fixed on the music box in his hand, constantly rubbing it.
Back in La Masia, the clamor of the people could still be heard. After Carlos got the approval of his teammates, he issued a challenge to the U16 players. On February 3rd, they would play a match. The U16 agreed, and the coach arranged the time for them.
In a year, Carlos and his teammates had successfully advanced to U15. They still had a long way to go.
The coaches had always appreciated the sparring between the players, let alone the U15 against the U16. The youth training camp liked these children who could create miracles. Their brilliance might bring glory to Barcelona in the future.
Football was a competition. Only absolute wisdom and strength could control the ball.
Carlos wrote another invitation letter and sent it to Bella's house by express delivery. He was still number three, the captain of the U14 team, and played in the midfield.
He hoped that this match would make Bella reconcile with him and make them good friends like before.
Just like when he was at his lowest point, an invitation made them reconcile.
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Su Qingjia soon received the invitation. February 3rd was her birthday, and she knew what the blond youth wanted to do.
After half a month of cold treatment, she finally became smarter, but she still didn't take the initiative to look for Carlos. She even ignored Carlos when he came to her school.
She wasn't running away. She just hoped that Carlos would be able to walk out on his own when he encountered another major setback. He needed to grow up on his own. Only when he was in a precarious situation would his bones become stronger.
After careful consideration, Su Qingjia decided not to meet Carlos again. If a player fell so easily in a difficult situation, how could he hold up the backbone of the stadium?
However, it would be a lie to say that his heart didn't ache.
That day, in the corridor of the teaching building, she had caught a glimpse of that blonde hair from afar. In the harsh winter, it was like the light of a warm little sun.
Su Qingjia quietly ran to the pillar behind the door and peeked out. This angle was very strange, and she couldn't be seen from outside. She saw the little golden retriever looking up with a worried expression. He was still very handsome that day, wearing a dark blue jacket and jeans. His outstanding height and appearance made him stand out, and his blond hair was lying on his head.
January was the coldest time. Su Qingjia looked at Carlos, who was wearing sneakers, and was a little worried. She wanted to tell him that it was time to go back, but just as she wanted to take a step, she realized that she couldn't.
After school, she left in a hurry. For this reason, she even specially begged the white swan to leave quickly so that Carlos could not catch up.
Su Qingjia leaned against the rear window and looked at the blonde boy for a long time. He was squatting on the ground like a homeless Labrador. She could almost imagine how sad his expression was.
She didn't know if the boy would come out on his own. He needed time.
However, today, Su Qingjia suddenly received this invitation. She was delighted to find that this young man was no longer a stranger. After three days of separation, he was no longer a stranger.
He would no longer run alone to Colombo Square and give up on himself. He chose to face the difficulties in his own way.
On February 3rd, Su Qingjia went out early. She wore a blue coat today, which made her look like Carlos's eyes.
When she arrived, the two teams had already started warming up. Oleg was not here. Oleg, who had chosen the path of a professional player, had been taken to training. This nagging ** boy needed more effort to fulfill his expectations for the future, although there must be a beauty in his expectations.
It had been a long time since she heard Oleg's chatter, and Su Qingjia was not used to it. However, she soon found the focus of her attention, the number three in the blue jersey-Carlos.
The U16 was red.
The blond youth's eyes lit up as he looked at her, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. Su Qingjia saw this smile that he had not seen for a long time, and the corners of his mouth also curved.
Today's weather was a bit gloomy. There were a few dark clouds above Barcelona, and the wind was cold.
The referee blew the whistle and the match began.
Both sides began to attack. The U16 was much taller and more experienced than the U15, but Carlos and Garcia became the key players of the game. In the entire 20 minutes, the U16 did not score a single goal.
Carlos fully demonstrated the absolute perspective and control of the entire field that a midfielder should have. He was like a general, strategizing on the battlefield and winning thousands of miles. Not to mention that in addition to mobilizing troops, the general also had super speed and agile and elegant style. He carried out his own football art on this artificial turf, which was strange and creative.
In the beginning, the two teams were evenly matched, each testing the other. When the second half came, Carlos decided to change his tactics and run the whole game, trying to find a chance to score.
Drip, drip, drip…
Su Qingjia suddenly heard a pitter-patter sound that slowly began to grow louder.
It was raining.
There was a barrier separating the audience seats, so it did not affect them much. The game was still going on, so it was impossible for the two sides on the field to stop the game because of the weather.
Carlos wiped the rain off his face. His flowing golden hair was wet.
Although the Mediterranean climate kept Barcelona's winter temperature above zero, the rain still made people shiver.
The coaches of both teams requested a break.
Carlos watched as his teammate took out another pair of shoes from the cabinet and started changing.
He was a little confused. Then he looked down at the pair of blue and white sneakers he had bought for this game. He did not move.
Garcia tied his shoelaces and asked, Carlos, aren't you going to change your shoes?”Obviously, he was puzzled by Carlos 'actions.
Carlos was about to speak when the coach walked in and said,""Alright, everyone, hurry up. It's time to go on stage.”
After a cheer, everyone returned to the stadium.
Su Qingjia felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. He was just worried.
This was Carlos 'first time playing in the rain.
As a footballer, he was most afraid of catching a cold and breaking a bone.
Although a cold was small, it could bring about all kinds of adverse reactions to the body, causing the training to deteriorate. What was even more troublesome was that a cold was contagious. If one person caught a cold, it might affect the entire team's level. If he were to train when he was not feeling well, it would cause even more serious consequences.
As for fractures, it was easy to understand. There were many players who could not continue their careers because they were prone to fractures and became " glass men."
La Masia also attached great importance to the players 'health. Ever since Carlos entered the youth training camp, he had never practiced in the rain like before because the coach warned them to take good care of their bodies. On rainy days, they would also move to indoor training.
But this time, Carlos felt a huge difference.
He passed the ball to No. 7, but the ball unexpectedly deviated from his expected trajectory and went a long way off.
He used hand gestures to explain to his teammates and indicated that it was his mistake.
Su Qingjia, who was sitting on the sidelines, became more and more anxious. She had a premonition that something bad would happen.
But she did not expect it to come so quickly.
Carlos expanded his running range, but the moment he intercepted the ball, he fell to the ground with a bang.
He got up and continued to run, but not long after, he fell again. From beginning to end, he fell down four to five times. His forehead was already red and swollen.
Carlos could feel that the wound on his leg was very serious, and the place where he had hit it was very painful.
The heavy rain continued, and it seemed like it would never stop. The U15's midfield was completely ruined. They became a nest of loose sand and no longer had any strength. The U16 began to break through and score goals again and again.
The whistle blew.
“3：0。The Red Team wins!"
Carlos was helped off the field by his teammates.
They had lost. They had lost in a terrible way.
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