The Fox of Forbidden Zones

Mr. Hu Lai, in today's football world, the space for forwards like you who only know how to score goals is becoming increasingly narrow... But despite this, you have achieved dazzling success. What is the secret to your success? On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai was showing off his newly acquired highest honor to journalists from all over the world when he was asked such a question. Facing the gaze of the journalists, Hu Lai's thoughts went back to that afternoon in high school when he stood alone by the football field watching his classmates play. They wouldn't let him join, thinking he was there to cause trouble. He also remembered the coach's stern words to him: "Hu Lai, if you can't put in ten times the effort of others, your talent is just a worthless stone." And a disdainful voice: "Modern football has higher and more comprehensive demands on center forwards; what's the use of only being able to shoot?" Finally, his thoughts settled on that time when the night was faintly visible in the eastern sky, in the middle of the abandoned wasteland overgrown with weeds, a girl said to him earnestly: "Hu Lai, you actually have talent, and it's a very formidable talent! Because you know where the goal is!" Hu Lai stared into the girl's eyes, seeing the setting sun behind her from those pupils. The sunlight reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt himself into this light. Regaining his thoughts, Hu Lai returned to the warm winter afternoon, facing the enthusiastic journalists, he smiled slightly: "Because I know, the goal is right there."