Chapter 3, 4: Single-player battle for the school team ()

Shengk City, Liaoning, China, No. 8 Middle School, Inside the College!

No. 8 Middle School is a key middle school. Although it is not garden-style, it does not lack aesthetic enjoyment.

Breeze, sunshine, flowers, green grass, everything is available.

Zhang Xiang lowered his head and wandered around the playground "purposelessly", as if he was thinking about something, he walked to the football field without realizing it. He looked up slightly and curled his lips, thinking to himself: "This is also called football, ha, the way for children to play."

It's strange that he didn't think about how old he was as old as them. Maybe the children from poor families had already become the family, and what his predecessors said was not bad at all. Maybe in a few years, under a stressful environment, he seemed to be much more mature than those children who grew up in their parents' arms, so that he said this.

There was a melee in the penalty area, and a defender quickly drove the ball out of the sideline. The ball was no longer powerful when it arrived near Zhang Xiang, and it stopped in front of him about 5 meters.

"Hey, buddy, can you kick the ball over?" The defender who had just driven the ball out of the sideline shouted loudly at Zhang Xiang.

Zhang Xiang looked at the football and seemed to remember something, and smiled evilly.

He rushed for a few steps and thrust hard on the football. The football flew quickly toward the upper right corner of the goal. The goalkeeper quickly rushed towards the football kicked by Zhang Xiang. A sentence flashed through the goalkeeper's head: "Checked." But the power seemed to not give him face and led him to the post.

"Bang!" The goalkeeper's back hit the post. Although he had removed his strength, the goalkeeper still knelt on the ground, holding the football in his arms, lit his head on the ground, and looked very painful on his face.

Although Zhang Xiang was about 35 meters away from the goal, he looked at the goalkeeper kneeling on the ground in surprise and said to himself: "Yeah? It's not bad, and high school students are not all garbage."

The school athletes playing football on the court were surprised and couldn't close their mouths. They thought to themselves: "Is this football played by a high school student? This is too "that"?

The defender first reported it and walked towards Zhang Xiang, and then everyone surrounded Zhang Xiang. The defender came to Zhang Xiang and said, "Brother, my name is Wang Jin, and he is the captain of the Football Team of No. 8 Middle School. You have good skills. Are you interested in coming to the football team? Today we are expected to enter the top 16 of the Northeast Division."

Zhang Xiang smiled contemptuously and said arrogantly: "Is it just the top 16 in the Northeast? Is it that worthy of your boast? Don't you think you are ridiculous? Is your goal only the top 16? You are really a satisfied guy who knows how to be satisfied."

The school team players next to Wang Jin didn't think so, "Then this guy clearly looked down on us. Didn't he just shoot a goal? Although it looks very powerful, isn't it a bit foolish? What's the right to pretend here?" His eyes were full of resentment. Maybe it was jealousy, who could tell me clearly.

Zhang Xiang pointed to the football and said to the football team next to him: "You are playing children's football, glass football, do you understand? You are as vulnerable as glass."

Finally someone couldn't help it and cursed: "Don't pretend to be xxxxx, if you don't agree, let's have a fight."

The people next to him, regardless of whether they were football players or not, followed suit and said, "Yes, it's a mule or a horse that pulls it out."

"Pretty... easy to get hurt. Look at it."

Zhang Xiang looked at the football players in contempt and said slowly: "Are you 11 of you? Yes, I have no objection. Anyway, many people are the same, the vulnerable glass."

Captain Wang Jin couldn't bear it anymore and said confidently to Zhang Xiang: "No need for 11 people, we will fight one by one." After that, he pointed to Zhang Xiang and pointed to football. He still had this confidence. If he didn't have some skills, he would not be the captain of the school team.

Zhang Xiang looked at Wang Jin, then looked at football, shook his head and said, "Although you are much better than them, you still have a lot of gaps compared to me. Maybe it's a big part. Choose 6 people and see if I can win. Also, bet something, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Let's do this, if anyone loses, take out 500 yuan, oh, I haven't asked you yet, do you dare to play with me."

The football players shouted: "Compare with him, damn, we will win."

"I'll get 50!"

"I'll get 80!"

"I'll get 30!"

Everyone donated generously.

Zhang Xiang looked at the football players, and he still looked despised. Everyone was crazy when he saw them. One of the players finally couldn't help but say loudly: "We bet 1,000, do you dare? Damn, if you don't dare, just climb out of the stadium."

The other team members also agreed, and they thought it was a sure win.

Zhang Xiang said slowly: "Ha, I'm afraid you can't afford to lose. So many people here are witnesses. If I score a goal, I will win. If I'm cut off the ball, I won. If I don't grab it within three minutes, I will win. But I think the opportunity is equal to 0, because you can't grab my ball. Maybe you don't like to listen to it so much, but this is the fact."

A football player said to Zhang Xiang: "Haha, aren't you giving us money obviously? How can we not accept it? Don't be rude then. Hahaha."

The other players nodded, "Who can score 6 goals by passing? The goal is cut off for three minutes and cannot be regained. Isn't this mean he must have lost? A few hesitant players just now also took out money to bet, and they won't lose anyway, who is afraid of whom."

Zhang Xiang looked at the school team members and knew that they had hit their own tricks. He didn't say much, and walked towards the midfield kickoff point with the football. Except for the five players and one goalkeeper, everyone left the half. Zhang Xiang made a few shots and was familiar with the feeling of foot. Although it didn't fit very well, it was enough to deal with them.

Zhang Xiang looked at the football players on the field again, and saw that the two people in front were about 180 and looked quite strong. I don’t know if it was a shame. There were two people standing behind them. These two people were obviously different from the people in front, and they were not tall, only about 170. However, they were not as frivolous as other football players, and their eyes were staring at the football under Zhang Xiang’s feet. The last one was captain Wang Jin, standing five or six meters in front of the goalkeeper.

It seems that they don’t want to bully the less, and there is no problem with this. For Zhang Xiang, their little things are not enough for him to see.

Zhang Xiang eliminated all distracting thoughts and slowly dribbled the ball forward. If he was not free and the ball was cut off, he would lose a lot.

Zhang Xiang slowly dribbled the ball and suddenly found that the two people were standing one by one behind. Although it was very correct, even if one person passed, the second person could break the ball as soon as possible. However, Zhang Xiang could not be measured by conventional measures, otherwise the rogue football in recent years would be in vain. At the age of 13, he ran 12 seconds in a hundred meters, let alone now.

Zhang Xiang dribbled the ball and suddenly accelerated. He stepped on his left foot to the opponent's left foot. He suddenly turned around, leaned against the opponent's back, and pressed his right elbow against the opponent's neck. He accelerated and turned around. He passed by in just a moment.

Zhang Xiang just straightened his body and gently picked the lower part of the football with his left foot. The football passed by the opponent's right shoulder. Zhang Xiang suddenly changed direction and accelerated from the opponent's left, without waiting for the opponent to react. Zhang Xiang had passed and successfully received the ball. The entire continuous movement was only completed in about 2 seconds.

The two people behind Zhang Xiang were still stupid. Maybe they could not accept this fact for a while, but Zhang Xiang did not stop there, but continued to rush forward.

The two people on the opposite side saw Zhang Xiang's beautiful appearance just now, and did not dare to go to the front and back again, but the two people rushed towards Zhang Xiang at the same time. Zhang Xiang slapped his lips and smiled evilly. When he drew the ball about 3 meters in front of the two, he suddenly reached the front of the football, pressed the back of the football with his right foot, and jumped violently. The football was picked up from behind and instantly passed through the heads of the two people on the other side.

Zhang Xiang kept taking out the tricks used by hooligan football. He stretched his hands flat and turned into a "cross". He used his left and right hands at the same time. The two suddenly felt that the pressure on their chests increased sharply, and they could not hold on to Zhang Xiang's arms at all. They almost sat on the ground. Although they didn't sit down, they also took 4 or 5 steps back. The eyes were full of surprise, jealousy, and helplessness.

Zhang Xiang was disdainful to look at them. This move was very good in the hooligan football world, let alone them. After stopping the ball, the captain Wang Jin had already arrived in front of Zhang Xiang. Although his eyes were full of surprise, he was still calm. The four people behind had been passed and could not come to continue grabbing the ball according to the rules. The scene is one-on-one, and there is also a goalkeeper who can ignore it. For a moment, the cheering voices of captain Wang Jin were heard one after another, because Wang Jin was concerned about 1,000 yuan. If he was passed, it would be over.

"Captain kills him."

"Captain, you can do it."

"Captain, we support you."

"Captain, if you win, we will treat you to a meal."

"Captain, don't lose."

Wang Jin's left foot was slightly forward and his right foot was backward. Because once it was passed, he could turn around faster, Wang Jin had given up the front severing ball, but chose to turn around immediately when he was passed by, Zhang Xiang was tackled on his side. Although it was easy to foul, there was no better way now, so there was a greater chance of this. And there was another important reason, that is, to avoid being penetrated, that is, to prevent the football from sliding across his legs. Wang Jin said secretly: "Fight."

Zhang Xiang slowly carried the ball, obviously seeing Wang Jin's intention, but he did not reveal it, but slowly walked towards Wang Jin. Because he had no worries, Wang Jin was definitely not his opponent, so he slowly relaxed.

Zhang Xiang stepped on the upper part of the football with his right foot, pulled it forward, and put his right foot naturally at the bottom of the football. He picked it up, jumped to his chest, paddled it with his left knee, and then changed it to the right, and openly slammed the football in front of the school captain.

This is a great shame. Obviously, Zhang Xiang wanted to anger Wang Jin, but Wang Jin was much calmer than other team members and ignored Zhang Xiang's teasing. If he didn't even have this calmness, how could he become the captain by skills alone? Zhang Xiang looked at Wang Jin and found that he was not fooled. He nodded to him with praise as if he saw the child performing well.

A trace of anger flashed in Wang Jin's eyes. He was now angry. Zhang Xiang saw that the fire was almost done, and he held the bottom of the football with his right foot and pulled it down. The football stopped in front of Wang Jin. He walked towards Wang Jin more than 3 meters in front of Wang Jin and stopped. He smiled at Wang Jin. Wang Jin was a monk who was two feet tall and couldn't understand why he smiled at him. He smiled very "that", and his goose bumps all over the floor. Zhang Xiang saw Wang Jin's distraction for a moment and quickly activated it. The distance of more than 3 meters was not a distance for Zhang Xiang.

"Hu~~"~ Just the moment the other party was distracted, Zhang Xiang had already reached Wang Jin's right, almost parallel to Wang Jin, and was about to pass by.

"Oh no." Wang Jin turned around immediately, but at this time Zhang Xiang had already run to the front of the football, gently knocking the left front of the football at the base of the left foot. The football changed direction and ran to Wang Jin's left. Then he gently pushed the football with his right foot, and then accelerated, accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated again.

Wang Jin turned right and went left, quickly followed. "Yeah, it's not bad, the speed is not slow." Zhang Xiang praised in his heart. But Zhang Xiang was spiking the ball with his right foot, and the football changed direction again, and he pushed his right foot to the left of the football, gently knocked it, and then changed direction again.

Zhang Xiang changed direction 4 or 5 times in a row, and Wang Jin was already in a position but not in a position.

"Huh, I finally threw it away," he looked at the goalkeeper who was more than 20 meters away from him, and accidentally swept the lower left corner of the goal, that is, the lower right corner of the goalkeeper, kicked the goal, swung his legs, and volleyed. The goalkeeper had noticed that Zhang Xiang glanced at the lower right corner of his body and was about to pounce to the right, but the moment Zhang Xiang pulled the ball, the shooting angle suddenly changed, and the ball flew towards the goalkeeper with turf and dust like a rocket shell.

The goalkeeper's body had tilted to the right, watching Zhang Xiang shoot at the lower left corner, turning around and pounce on the lower left corner, Zhang Xiang's shooting speed was very fast, but the goalkeeper's reaction was not slow, and his body had become "one" word. The goalkeeper punched the football. Puppet, the football was punched by the goalkeeper and changed direction. The people on the spot were about to cheer, but the football hit the inside of the post and rolled into the goal.

The goalkeeper lay on the ground in a daze, as if he didn't believe it. The whole stadium was quiet and no one made a sound.

But of course Zhang Xiang is the first to break the silence. "Hey, don't be stunned, take the money, and be willing to accept the loss."

Although the other party was very dissatisfied, he had no choice but to agree and could not repent. Moreover, there were so many people watching him. If he cheated, how could they play football in the future?
Chapter completed!