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657. Why is it so? Why is it so? Why is it so!

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Bai Haonan actually talks about his daughter!

He crossed his fingers and hugged his knees. He spoke leisurely: "Why do you need to be innovative?... A few days ago, I told my daughter a story, of course it was not the story I made up. I was a little moved by a professional sports school like me, and the picture books my daughter gave me, called picture books, etc. I told my daughter this story."

The reporters were so enthusiastic, haha, admit that they have a daughter!

Gossip is coming!

He was so excited: "Is it the beautiful little girl I photographed at the airport last time? Who is her mother?"

"Your secretary looks very close to the little girl, are you getting along well?"

"How did you go to Guixi? Didn't you hear that your girlfriend is Miss Qiao Yingna Qiao?"

Bai Haonan rolled his eyes: "I asked you to support me, you come and fight against Huang. The point I am talking about is this story. Isn't anyone supporting me?"

Some reporters finally said perfunctory: "Tell me, who cares about telling stories to your daughter? The audience is more interested in your information on and off the court. You are not going to create the image of a loving dad, right?"

Bai Haonan laughed and mocked: "It's really a mess that the people like to hear about. This story is like this. There is a little pig who loves to juggle and dance all day long. In the farm, chickens, ducks, dogs and cows laugh at it. The pig should grow fat and go on a trip. Why do you want to dance with big heads and twist your butts? Even the farmer sighed that this pig is not fat and cannot be sold. Until the other pigs were happily sent away, no one wants the pig who loves dancing. The pig is depressed. Fortunately, a person who sells arts bought the pig and really took the pig around to travel around. As for its companions who only know how to grow fat and go on a fat day, they honestly follow the fate of the pig to go on a trip after growing fat... It's not said in fairy tales, but adults with a little brain know what it means?"

Those who can be journalists have the minimum news sensitivity and thinking ability, and they suddenly became silent.

I'm afraid most of them can understand what Bai Haonan means. This is definitely not a fairy tale described for children, but more like a fable.

In some people's minds, this story can even be savored with some vague insinuations!

The very pointed topic made the knowledgeable reporters dare not answer the conversation.

Maybe this insane coach who doesn’t know anything will be cleaned up and he dares to say such things!

Even if a reporter hesitated and slowly proved: "It seems... I have also read this painting book for my child, from Germany..."

No one dared to move the camera away, and no one dared to move the recording equipment on the desktop. The news system seemed to be in chaos, but it could scare people when it involved some areas.

Bai Haonan looked at the various expressions in front of him and smiled: "I don't know what you think or what you think. I think I am the one who sells the arts. The coach is to pick out the children with ability and dreams, take them to the world, and know how to lead and guide these innovative little pigs. This professional must be an innovative guy. If you can't do anything well in a lifeless way, this is my answer."

Almost all the reporters breathed a sigh of relief. The almost solemn atmosphere just now was brought to the ease of Bai Haonan's words.

It turned out that his focus was here, not criticizing the system or something. The scene suddenly became active, and even a little abnormally active. Everyone was scrambling to bring the topic to the direction of selling arts: "That's why you choose to fire at the original rules of the world?"

"Can you explain in detail how you guide these innovative players, such as Ding Husheng, oh, and Zhou Bo. Didn't you hear that he has completely given up football, even though he has not played the same state that everyone expected in the past few years before retirement, but why does it seem like a makeover this year?"

...

There are many questions, Bai Haonan responded calmly: "It's not about firing, some people have to say that everyone in the Chinese football circle is as clear as me, just watching this thing continue dirty and messing around? When you entered the industry, did you think about doing something or dreams? At least, I, Bai Haonan, a guy who has been a substitute for thousands of years and has made many mistakes, realize that I can't continue like this, and it's better to be a human being."

So, sometimes those guys with high status like to fool the scene with telling stories and fables. At least at this moment, no one dares to think that Bai Haonan is an illiterate person who doesn't know about chemical elements. No one dares to look at the coach with a look down. They can hear that this smiling guy is probably not the kind of naughty guy who swears at the camera before.

Just based on that story, people know it as if it were a mirror!

Someone asked: "What is your dream?"

Someone next to him moved his mouth, but he didn't say it out loud. His expression was awkward sarcasm. I'm afraid anyone has similar ideas in his mind.

What dreams do Chinese football still have?

Now it’s just because there is a market, money and investment, so there is attention and people want to get a share of it. Where can I dream?

Pull some eggs.

Bai Haonan was still so profound and calm, still holding his knees with his hands and shaking gently: "Dream? I have never expected that the football circle would become as pure as kindergarten girls. This is always a martial arts circle. Even in developed European and American leagues, it is a martial arts circle. All I want is to let the innovative little guys have the opportunity to come forward and play football. I never thought about any professional football circle. All I want is youth training. A youth training system where thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of children can play football in all levels of echelons. They are not playing football in order to make a lot of money in the professional football circle, but they have real football talent and truly like football to get the opportunity to fully display their talents, just like the little pig who loves dancing."

The competition started at 5:00 pm. After two hours of fierce battle, it is now almost dusk. The sky of this eastern coastal city shows a beautiful sea glow. As the gradient from blue to yellow, purple, orange and red appear in sequence, and follow the outline of the upside-down watermelon skin in the field of view. Anyway, it is quite beautiful to look out from Bai Haonan's angle. I wonder if these reporters facing the back side have noticed it.

In short, the scene was a bit quiet, which was in sharp contrast to the noises dispersed from the stands around, the background music of the sports center, and the shouts of the staff busy cleaning up the mess. It seemed that this large group of media that should have been quite lively looked at the man who had not spoken out quietly.

The reporter who said that he had also read the fairy tale of Little Pig said: "Why, coach Bai, at least we can find all the information about you, you can't say that you are a... a successful football player, let alone any admirable practices. Why did you suddenly have your attitude? At least you haven't been to further your studies except the stadium in recent years. You can hear from your words that there is no cultural change, but it seems that you have completely changed."

Bai Haonan rarely faced the media with a serious attitude: "Why? Just for what you said just now, until you retired in your thirties, you found that you were a bastard and had nothing worth telling to your children. Just because when we were holding the big head and dancing and twisting our butts, we didn't meet the artist, telling us that we really have a journey and dream to work hard, rather than being a pig. At least I realize now that we have this possibility to do this, so I inspired Zhou Bo. As a player and coach, he went to train young people with me, not only Ding Husheng, but also many other children, teach them to work hard and let them see the light ahead. At least the existence of our Class A team is to provide children with such a light existence."

As he said that, he pointed to the arc of the court. In the stands that were booked by franchisees, a large group of children were leaving the court with their parents. I wonder what the impression the pink inflatable rod raised in today's game was lifted into victory. At least it was positive. It turned out that so many people were treating this sport so enthusiastically. With this, these children can have more motivation to love.

The media reporters who have always been making noise are a little silent. Many people are looking at the coach quickly and then looking at the children and parents wearing green and white jerseys over there. Some parents' jerseys are deformed. However, although the jerseys in large blockbusters are not as neat as fans' stands, they seem to have a more future-proof feeling. Some children are still waving to this side. They will not consider whether they will be seen, and even one child bows.

Yes, children are just blank paper, and it depends on how to teach them. Some are arrogant and domineering, while others are well-educated.

Isn’t it all taught? Whether it is intentional or unintentional guidance, it is the environment given to them by adults.

Perhaps for reporters, it is not the most important thing to go to such a third- and fourth-tier city and such a first-tier league. What is important is whether you can make a hit-to-point explosion news, which is the real thing related to performance and jobs.

Maybe the journalist may have dreams when he picked up the camera and picked up the pen.

But after seeing more complex and obscure than ordinary people, I slowly gave up and forgot the direction I once had.

Liu Lang was actually one of them. His job was usually to face clubs and football departments of all parties. Now he came over after communicating with the home team and referee team. He was a little surprised that so many reporters surrounded Bai Haonan, but they looked quiet, but they didn't squeeze in to show their presence and stood by silently.

Bai Haonan, who is used to playing the back, can still look at the four directions. When he glanced at him, he stood up with a smile: "Okay, today I will give you a brief explanation to all the media teachers. After thinking about this, you will know what I am doing. I don't ask you to help me wave my flag and shout. At least when we are working hard, we know that some people are moving towards their dreams. Just don't laugh at me and scold the big-tailed wolf. Now that I'm finished talking, it's not a strange thing to invite you to have dinner and midnight snacks together, right?"

Liu Lang came over and smiled and sent a business card to change it. He met the mouthpieces of all parties and invited everyone to visit the restaurant he would always find out as usual and chat while eating.
Chapter completed!
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