Chapter 587: Sister is not good, brother comes

When Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan helped to deal with the tax revenue for the remaining two months last year, Xiao Bei had already taken out the cartoon and played it.

This time it is a free broadcast, and it is only for children who have spent in the baby candy house. If you want to watch it again in the future, you will have to pay for it. At the price set by Zhang Xiaobao, 100 cents at a time.

As a result, sales of Xiao Beijiu's baby candy house increased greatly. In order to see the cartoons, the child tried hard to buy candy and pastries.

In this case, after discussion, Xiaobei and nine others discussed and released goods at discounts, which triggered another purchase price, allowing Xiaobei and others to make a lot of money. With the money they got during the Chinese New Year, they no longer have to worry about not having enough pocket money. If something happens to you, you can still use the money to help.

Just when Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were happy for their younger brothers and sisters, they had lunch one day and suddenly realized that Xiaobei Jiu's emotions seemed to be in a wrong state.

Even Jun'er and Pan'er who were playing with them were depressed. When Zhang Xiaobao saw it, he had to ask.

"Xiao Bei, the business of Baby Candy House is good. Keep up the effort and make more money. As well as your cartoons, as long as you take out the production costs, all the money you earn will be earned by yourself. Use it to realize your ideals. Tell me, what other ideals do you have?"

Zhang Xiaobao first praised his sister, then gave up the profits of the cartoon, and then asked a randomly ideal sentence.

"My, our ideal is to make Changsheng Cuju win the game. We have lost three games in a row." Xiao Bei said sadly, as if it was not worth losing the game.

Xiaoyuan added: "We competed in a total of three games, but we didn't win in one game, and we were competing with three different teams, all of which were eleven. We also felt that we had a better grasp of the rules. Who knew that when we started playing, we still lost, oh."

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan suddenly realized that it was because the football team lost the game.

He didn't know much about this matter. When Xiaobei said he wanted to do Cuju, he was actually very serious. Zhang Xiaobao thought that his sister said it casually, but he didn't expect that he was so concerned.

It seems like I have to find a way to make the football team win.

So Zhang Xiaobao asked, "Can you tell me how he lost at that time? Is it because of the lack of defense, or the lack of offense, is it because of poor personal skills, or is it because of the overall cooperation not being good?"

Xiao Bei and others shook their heads every time they asked, as they asked. They couldn't figure out what was going on. Anyway, they just lost and got the ball into the goal.

If the people in their team don’t work hard, it would be a shame. When they were on the court, they didn’t know how to take a break, ran hard, and ran back and forth.

And after losing the game, the people in the team were sadder than those who were waiting for them. Some even knelt on the lawn and cried loudly. The more sad it was, the more sad it was.

But I just didn't win. After the first game, I got together to discuss it and thought of many ways, but in the second game, I lost again. I still lost again, and I lost endlessly.

"Oh, that's how it's done, you have to see it yourself. Isn't the lawn you made thorny?" Zhang Xiaobao couldn't find out, so he had to decide to accompany his younger brother and sister to watch a game.

"If you don't prick people, you're just hay. There's no grass. It doesn't hurt to fall on the hay. It just kicks the grass all over the sky when playing football. The dust is too big. We decided to cancel the lawn next time and switch it to soft soil. If it falls, it's fine."

Beibei explained, and then said, "I know that losing has nothing to do with grass. Everyone is playing on the same ground. You can't blame the grass or the people who play football. They have worked very hard."

Xiaoyuan agreed: "Yes, if something goes wrong, it's up to us. There is no place to do well. I see that there are several people who are commanding next to us, and we don't understand, so we can only shout for help."

"No problem, I believe in my brother. After watching a game, your team will win." Zhang Xiaobao was not so confident, but he wanted to act like he could do anything.

Who knows if the three teams that have won are powerful stars in the team, and a powerful person can be a big deal.

"I knew my brother was not worried. I would definitely let us win. I had a meal. There was one game tomorrow. The people who just finished playing today could not get on, so I would change to another group of people."

Xiao Bei's mood improved again, and the other eight children also started to eat happily. Even Jun'er and Pan'er clumsyly picked up chopsticks to pick up something to eat. Emotion is a very affecting person.

After Zhang Xiaobao finished his meal, he continued to teach his younger brothers and sisters. When he was chatting with Wang Juan in the evening, he remembered this incident and said:

"Maybe Xiaobei can really rejuvenate the Tang Dynasty football. Now football is too civilized and the confrontation is not fierce. It is not as good as the one mentioned in the book. It is said that he still has military skills in it."

"I know, we also led military tactics in it at that time. I guess compared to ancient times, ours were only stronger and stronger, because football was a very huge industry at that time, with various talents specializing in research, and videos that allow people to watch repeatedly."

Wang Juan replied and compared the football in the two periods to draw a conclusion.

Zhang Xiaobao followed and said: "It should be said that under the rules we had at that time, the research on football was quite good. If we changed the rules, it might not work. Fortunately, Xiao Bei and the others used the rules we told them, so it shouldn't be difficult."

"Let's talk about it. Didn't people in ancient times have worse physical health than people today? Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many records that would have been broken. Modern people have good nutrition and strong professionalism. It seems that Xiao Bei really hopes to make money with football."

Wang Juan analyzed it again.

"Yes, but if you always lose, it's not about making money, but about losing money. Go to bed and go see it tomorrow." Zhang Xiaobao said, hugged Wang Juan and the two fell asleep dependently.

Early the next morning, Xiao Bei hurriedly had some food, brought a lot of snacks, and organized a large team to head towards the football field.

The football stadium is outside the city, and it is an expansion place that has not been completed. After finally finding someone, other football teams that Bei Bei finally found it and found someone to contact him. He first told the rules to the other party. The other party was unwilling to agree, but Bei Bei had a different identity, so he agreed, which meant to play with Bei and others.

In the first game, the opponent was ready to lose. He thought that the person Beckham found would be very powerful, but after playing, he realized that it was not as awesome as he imagined, and there was a possibility of winning, so he won.

The loser was very generous and did not cause trouble in other aspects, so there were more people willing to play games with them, because the loser and the other party agreed to the other party that if one of them lost, they would invite the other party to go to Deyiju for dinner. If the other party lost, they would use ten cents of money to support the development.

It is to give the money to Xiaobei first. In the summer, Xiaobei will ask someone to plant lawns and build a good Cuju competition venue.

No one who wants to compete with Beckham would think that Beckham would not use his hands on construction, and he would not be short of this money, just add a bet.

As a result, Xiao Bei and the others invited it three times in a row. Of course, because they were invited at their own restaurant, the cost of the wine and food was not high, and the other party was embarrassed to order too expensive dishes.

In this way, more and more people want to play football with the Changsheng Cuju team. They have lost three consecutive games and are probably not strong enough.

Today I played with Xiao Bei and others. The team I won for the first time, called "Big Win". I guess I heard the name of Xiao Bei's team, and I got the name of it temporarily.

When Xiao Bei arrived at the place, the other party had already waited, and there were still many audiences. Of course, the audience now would not pay for tickets. There was a large open space around and no one could use anything to surround him. Anyone who thought he could come over.

As soon as Xiao Bei came, he didn't say much nonsense and told the other party directly that he could start, so the game began.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan came to the beginning of the game. They didn't want to put pressure on each other. If they came before the game, when the other party saw them, they would probably worry that they were supported by Xiao Bei and others, saying that they bullied Xiao Bei and so on, so how could they play?

The two of them even drew a little costume, squeezed between the people on Xiaobei's side, and looked at the field. After seeing it, the two of them frowned at the same time.

"What kind of football is this? Everyone is playing together? Isn't there any tactics?" Zhang Xiaobao muttered to Wang Juan in a low voice.

Wang Juan was also very surprised. How could this be done? Except for the goalkeeper not moving much, there were ten people on the other sides, and they would be surrounded wherever the ball was, and there was no formation at all.

Occasionally, there are two people who are smarter and will first judge the situation, guess where the ball can be kicked, run over in advance, and then if the idea is right, the ball will appear at his feet and he will attack again. If the idea is back, then one person will be squeezed in front of him to grab the ball.

The people from his team would shout at him twice, saying that he was running around and being lazy.

Wang Juan looked for a while and said, "Will it be the relationship between the venue and the rules that made them squeeze together, because they are comparing who is playing higher now, and they think they have a lot of strength. When the ball falls, it takes a relatively long time to run to the place."

Listening to Wang Juan's words, Zhang Xiaobao thought about it and found that this was the case. When everyone was grabbing the ball there, they would kick into the sky instead of passing the ball low, which was related to the current football atmosphere.

"In this way, I will know why Xiaobei and his team lost." Zhang Xiaobao said confidently.

"Why?" Wang Juan asked.

"Because of bad luck and having a good idea, I lost three consecutive games. Either the goalkeeper can't do it? Eh? The opponent attacked. This goal is too floating. I guess I will go directly to the baseline and can't get in."

When Zhang Xiaobao was speaking, the opponent kicked the ball towards the goal of the Changsheng team with a big foot, but it was tilted and it was very high. After landing, it would roll out.

But the fact shocked Zhang Xiaobao. It was different from what he thought. The goalkeeper on his side took the initiative to greet him and insisted on getting the ball.

Then twenty people also brought smoke and dust to run there. The goalkeeper on one side first touched the ball, not holding it with his hands, but with his feet. After getting the ball, he glanced at the crowd rushing over, and then hid from the crowd with the ball while rushing towards the goal on the other side.

When he saw this, Zhang Xiaobao's mouth was wide open, and Wang Juan also had a confused expression.

"I admit that the luck I just mentioned is not all, there are many objective reasons." After the goalkeeper on one side found that he could not run away from others, he kicked the ball towards the opponent's goal with a hard kick, but he himself did not run back quickly, Zhang Xiaobao admitted his mistake.

Then he saw the opponent's goalkeeper running out, winning the ball with a big foot, the football rotated and flew towards the other side's half, and twenty thunders ran back to the landing point of the ball.

This time they caught up, and then an opponent kicked the ball hard and kicked the ball towards the goal of the winning team. Zhang Xiaobao watched the goalkeeper on his side start running, running back, chasing the ball.

"Oh, amazing, the ball was actually stopped by him at the last moment. Damn, he came out again? He is so stupid. Look at the opponent's goalkeeper, at least he did not take the initiative to attack. He just kicked the ball to our half. It was probably just like that.

Our goalkeeper is too comprehensive. He can play any position on the court and is working hard. The opponent's goalkeeper is too lazy and has insufficient skills, so he can't play in the forward position, so he stays behind."

Zhang Xiaobao gritted his teeth and praised his goalkeeper hard. He was really hard and his physical strength looked good. If he hadn't been running slowly while dribbling the ball, he would probably have been flying all over the field.

Listening to Zhang Xiaobao's words, Wang Juan smiled and said, "Your mouth, tell Xiaobei and let him tell our goalkeeper not to leave the big penalty area. Don't leave the small one, just stay there."

Zhang Xiaobao called out to his sister. After Xiaobei came over to listen to his brother, he nodded and ran to the back of his goal, and shouted to the goalkeeper: "You stay at the door, there is a small frame, you are not allowed to go out."

"I'm not tired, don't worry, I can do it." The goalkeeper thought that Beckham was afraid that he would be tired, so he told him that.

"No one cares whether you are tired or not. Now you are obliged to go out and remember, I will deal with you when you go out." After Xiao Bei finished shouting, he ran back to his brother and watched quietly, first to see if his brother's words were effective.

The game on the court continued, and twenty people were still fighting wildly, but the goal of Beckham's team was not easily lost as before, because the goalkeeper became a real goalkeeper and no longer played guest roles as defenders, midfielders, or even forwards.
Chapter completed!