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"Now, we have grown to a 90-man football team."

"Including starters, substitutes, and youth teams from each grade..."

Pang Xinhuo patiently introduced the football lineup.

He spoke with a face full of pride.

All of Gao Linlin's words and actions were recorded in her live stream on her phone.

In fact, Yang Xue's real purpose in starting the live stream was to let her daughter see her.

Secondly, it's for better publicity.

Seeing the impressive scale of the facility in the mountainous area, complete with a football field, many netizens in the live stream were quite envious.

I never imagined there was such a large football field deep in the mountains!

These people who invest in Project Hope are truly great!

"Waaah, I feel like crying. Our school doesn't allow us to play soccer."

These are the future hopes of Chinese football!

"Coach Pang, why did you choose football?"

Zhu Feng, who was standing to the side, asked curiously, and Yang Xue was also very interested.

Coach Pang looked slightly emotional and patiently explained:

“My children want to leave the mountains through normal means, but it may take a long time and be very difficult.”

"But football can offer them some opportunities and possibilities."

"In addition, they often interact with football, so they have a greater interest in it."

When the topic turned to children, Coach Pang's tone softened, and his demeanor gave off a fatherly vibe.

"By the way, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

"I'll take you to the cafeteria now."

Yang Xue smiled and said:

"Coach Pang, we've already eaten."

"You don't need to bother."

As they talked, they entered the empty teachers' building.

Gao Linlin asked curiously again:

"Coach Pang, do you usually live on campus?"

Coach Pang nodded and said:

"Yes."

"I'm basically responsible for buying groceries, cooking, teaching, and grading the children's homework."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Yang Xue was stunned into silence.

The live chat was also filled with heated discussion, with most people praising Coach Pang's greatness.

When the other party mentioned the child, Yang Xue could tell from the affectionate look on his face that Coach Pang's role at the school went beyond that of a teacher.

It is no exaggeration to say that the responsibility he bears even surpasses that of the students' parents.

Yang Xue felt both grateful and envious, because she hadn't met such good relatives in her previous life.

Gao Linlin sighed from the side:

"You are now practically their parent."

"How happy I would be to have a teacher like you."

Coach Pang did not give a direct answer, but instead said meaningfully:

"My time is their time."

"Their time is my time..."

The entourage nodded with emotion.

Many observant viewers in the live stream have already discerned a deeper meaning in these words.

[Tears welling up! My eyes are already wet!]

They've given each other time; this is an emotion that transcends the boundaries of kinship.

He mentioned "my children" at the beginning, which shows Coach Pang's dedication; it almost melted my heart...

Shortly after, Coach Pang led his entourage to the teachers' dormitory.

It's similar to a university dormitory, but cleaner and tidier, though most of the rooms are empty.

A netizen sent a voice message commenting:

The facilities here are better than in the city, but what they lack are teachers.

Yang Xue and three others were assigned to the teachers' dormitory in the women's section.

Gao Linlin followed Yang Xue into the dormitory and said with great emotion:

"Sister, this place really amazes me."

"I never imagined that out of more than 300 students in a school, over 90 would be soccer players!"

Yang Xue, with a smile, placed her suitcase aside:

"Save the shock for tomorrow, because tomorrow you will be the teachers here."

"Think carefully about your assigned subjects tonight."

"ah...?"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people who were tidying up their bunks instantly became clear and bewildered.

It was then that they realized the team had entered the school as instructors.

Moreover, they don't have much time left to prepare their lessons.

Amidst the frequent bursts of laughter from the live chat, everyone looked utterly hopeless.

"Huh what?"

"Hurry up and pack, we need to go to Director Zhao's place for another impromptu meeting later."

Yang Xue opened her suitcase and began packing while giving instructions.

...

Inside the rental house.

Wearing cartoon pajamas and with her hair down, Yang Zhiyao lay on her comfortable little bed, her legs hooked together and swinging playfully in the air.

She was smiling as she stared at her phone screen.

Her eyes were wide open and bright, showing no signs of fatigue.

Although her mother wasn't with her today, she wasn't as lonely as she had imagined.

Because she can see what her mother is doing in the live stream, her empty heart will feel at ease.

Gao Linlin was also very perceptive; knowing that the little girl was watching, she focused her attention on Yang Xue almost the entire time.

"Zhizhi, it's too late."

"You have a competition tomorrow."

Just then, a man's cold voice came from outside the door.

As they were talking, Fu Qingyang, who was wearing pajamas next door, gently knocked on the door and reminded them.

It turns out that Yang Zhiyao wasn't in her own rented apartment, but rather in the apartment where she had paid off Yang.

Hearing the voice, the little girl pouted and turned her head to plead:

"Can I watch for another five minutes? Mom hasn't ended the broadcast yet."

Fu Qingyang responded calmly:

"She has to go to a meeting soon, and the broadcast will end soon."

Yang Zhiyao was taken aback for a moment, then tilted her head and asked in return:

"Hey, is Uncle Fu watching Mommy's live stream too?"

Fu Qingyang was clearly taken aback by the little girl's words. He coughed twice in response:

"Ahem... I need to keep an eye on the progress of the show."

"Alright, you have a match tomorrow, go to sleep."

Fu Qingyang clearly didn't want to discuss this topic further, and after giving an explanation, he began to urge them on.

Yang Zhiyao could only pout and reluctantly turn off her phone and hand it to Fu Qingyang.

Although Fu Qingyang was indifferent, he thoughtfully placed the teddy bear next to the little girl and carefully wrapped her in the blanket.

"Uncle Fu."

Just as he was about to turn off the light, Yang Zhiyao called out from behind him.

Fu Qingyang turned around and waited quietly for what would happen next.

Yang Zhiyao looked troubled and pleaded:

"Could you leave the door open?"

"I'm a little scared..."

Fu Qingyang thought for a moment and responded seriously:

"This is not a good habit for girls."

Yang Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Uncle Fu, could you tell me a story and leave after I fall asleep?"

"please."

Fu Qingyang looked into the little girl's big, watery eyes.

boom!

The next second, he slammed the door shut.

Yang Zhiyao was immediately filled with disappointment and curled up her small body.

The feeling of being wronged made her miss her mother again.

But soon, the door was opened again.

Fu Qingyang walked in carrying a recliner.

He silently closed the door and said calmly:

"I can wait until you fall asleep, but I won't tell you a bedtime story."

Yang Zhiyao looked at her Uncle Fu's cool and handsome face with a look of delight.

After a while, a cold and impatient voice echoed in the room.

"A long, long time ago..."

"Uncle Fu, how long is 'a long time'..."

"A very long time" means an extremely long time... roughly hundreds of years, thousands of years...