Chapter 6, 7 Transfer Students ()

In the small restaurant opposite the Eighth Middle School

Although I earned 1,000 yuan during the competition just now, I am used to the noodles in this small restaurant and have no intention of eating anything else.

"Huh!" Zhang Xiang blew hard at the noodles held in the middle of the chopsticks. He was so anxious that he almost choked. "If you choked to death by the noodles, I don't know what others would think."

"A Xiang, I'll discuss something with you." The boss didn't know when he came in. After saying that, he sat opposite Zhang Xiang and pointed the electric fan at him. It's no wonder that in the summer, the temperature outside is 32 or 3 degrees.

Zhang Xiang was lazy and raised his head: "Speak up if you have anything to do."

The boss seemed to have become accustomed to the way he spoke and didn't mind.

He said excitedly: "Have you heard that S City is going to hold a streetball competition. I heard that many places across the country have already started to register, and there are professional players. This time it may be a big deal. The betting business is definitely good. This is the biggest event we can participate in at present. I think with your strength, there should be no problem. If we participate this time, it will be much better than the small-scale fights now, and we will definitely make a fortune. And aren't you going to have a vacation soon?" (Summer vacation, Zhang Xiang is now in the first year of high school)

Zhang Xiang raised his head, his eyes full of surprise: "You mean there are professional players?"

The boss knew what Zhang Xiang meant and nodded: "Well, there are already many players from the second team of professional teams. I guess there will be many scouts this time. If you participate, you will definitely be attracted by scouts with your strength."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Xiang's eyes, but then nodded and said to the boss: "Well, when will the game be played, are there any requirements?"

"It will start next month, but you know that streetball is small, and if you have poor skills, it's really not good. We guys don't need to think about it. This time I'll rely on you all."

Zhang Xiang thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he agreed.

In the afternoon, Grade 1, Class 13.

On the stage was a middle-aged man, wearing simple clothes, wearing a pair of large glasses of hundreds of meters, a short figure, and a wisp of eight-handed bearded history teacher was saliva, and he kept "verbal attacks" the students in a row. In addition, the weather was stuffy, the students were drowsy, and no one heard what the teacher said, and even more, they had already snored slightly, but the history teacher did not mind the students' attitude, but continued to speak out loud, as if tireless.

Zhang Xiang sat behind the right, leaning against the wall, and the back door on the right. If it were someone else, he would have run away long ago. Zhang Xiang stared at the desk, thinking about what the boss said to him during the day: "If it was really like the boss said, I believe that a scout would definitely find him. This confidence is still there. Although he has not received formal training, he has grown very fast in an inconsistent environment in recent years. He is only 16 years old, his skills have not been fixed, and he still has a lot of room for improvement. Not to mention anything else, just 11.3 meters per 100 meters is enough to be proud. The problem is that if he is really attracted to, what should he do in his studies, and what does his mother say?" This is what Zhang Xiang is most troubled now.

Ring~~~Ring~~Ring~~Ring~~ Zhang Xiang came back to his senses and finally got off get out of class. He looked up at the history teacher in the stands. He saw that the history teacher was lying on his forehead with a handkerchief and said to the students: "Second get out of class."

Zhang Xiang was a little moved, and a sigh in his heart: "A person lives for a lifetime, and grass lives for a long time. If he doesn't seize the opportunity now, will he regret it when he reaches his age?"

Zhang Xiang's eyes regained its glory, as if something had been decided. At this time, the head teacher pushed the door and walked in, looked at the students who were "restless" below, and said dissatisfied: "Everyone calm down first, listen to me, today a new classmate in our class is transferred, please applaud and welcome." (You, it seems that the teacher will not say anything else) Looking at the head teacher's brows, it was obvious that he expressed dissatisfaction with the unheard applause, but he didn't say anything. At this time, a person pushed the door and walked in, and the girls in the audience seemed to suddenly feel energetic, and the applause was very warm, and a bold girl had already started to scream or call him handsome guys. The head teacher smiled bitterly, "If I had known it before, let the new classmate come in first."

Zhang Xiangra looked at the "new classmate" with interest, and suddenly a word flashed through his mind: "Sunshine"

I saw that he was about 182 cm tall, with long flowing hair (most of the ones with long hair in the school) and a pair of nearly perfect facial features, plus a pair of very special eyes. It is simply a modern version of Pan An. How can you say that your eyes are special? If you are careless, you will only think that his eyes are big and bright and very beautiful.

But if you look closely, you will be swallowed by his vast eyes like the sea and become addicted to it. No wonder the girl who is usually "quiet" when he comes in will be so crazy. (Although Zhang Xiang is not worse than him, the two of them have completely different personalities. If he is sunshine, then Zhang Xiang is an iceberg)

The new classmate bowed to the students in the audience and said, "Hello everyone. My name is Ye Feng. You can call me Feng or Ye Zi. This is a joke that my friend used to give me. Well, by the way, my hobby is playing football and listening to music. I hope you can make friends with me, thank you." Ye Feng just finished speaking, there was another applause from the audience, but most of the applause was shot by girls, so boys didn't have the leisure to be so happy. They looked at the new classmate like a fire in their eyes, full of jealousy, disdain, and resentment. If the eyes could kill people, Ye Feng had already died 10000 times!

And Zhang Xiang smiled evilly: "Do you play football? It's interesting."

The head teacher pointed his right hand at Zhang Xiang's position and said to Ye Feng: "You are taller, go to the back position." He turned around and said to the students in the audience, "get out of class out." Then he went out with the history teacher.

Ye Feng walked to Zhang Xiang and nodded to Zhang Xiang: "Hello, we will be our deskmates in the future. I hope we get along with each other." After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, but Zhang Xiang seemed to give him too much face, so he just looked at him: "My name is Zhang Xiang." Without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, he turned around and pushed open the back door and walked out.

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly and said to himself: "Well, it seems very interesting. Classes won't be boring in the future." However, Ye Feng was immediately surrounded by a group of girls, squeezed each other, and introduced himself one after another. Ye Feng seemed to have become accustomed to being valued, without any discomfort, and had a very skillful conversation with everyone.

Zhang Xiang walked slowly on the playground, shook his head vigorously, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Can't I live a little easier?"

"Hey, join the football team. The football team is the place that truly proves yourself. I know you are arrogant, and our football team is indeed weak, but if you can join, you know what it means." Wang Jin walked to Zhang Xiang at some point and said.

Zhang Xiang looked up at Wang Jin and said slowly: "Football team? Can he pay me a salary? Can he bring me wealth? To your home flowers living in a greenhouse, you don't understand the suffering of strong winds and rains outside, you don't understand." Zhang Xiang became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he wanted to eliminate all his worries in the same language. After saying that, he felt that he was indescribable to his body. He took a deep breath and turned around and walked in the other direction.

Wang Jin was stunned, not understanding why Zhang Xiang was so excited, so he shook his head inexplicably.

"Hu, Hu, Hu, Captain, you are here, and finally found you." A member of the football school team trotted to Wang Jin and said anxiously: "A transfer student just now said he wanted to join us. His skills, skills, and skills are really great. I really can't believe that such a big pie would fall from the sky for our football team." The player suddenly saw Zhang Xiang who had not walked too far, and knew why the captain was here. He said dissatisfied: "In my case, that transfer student is much stronger than the self-righteous Zhang Xiang. Captain, please go over and take a look."

Wang Jin looked at the player who was panting because he ran too fast incredibly? "Because the football players all know how strong Zhang Xiang is, and this player said he was not worse than Zhang Xiang, and he was better than him. This was incredible." Maybe this player was a little exaggerated, but who can be sure that there is no high school student stronger than Zhang Xiang.

"Let's go and have a look." Wang Jin looked at Zhang Xiang again, wanted to say something but didn't speak, sighed, and led the team members to the football field.

Before Zhang Xiang could go too far, he vaguely heard the football player say that there was a transfer student better than him. "Are you better than him? Will it be Ye Feng? Interesting." Zhang Xiang murmured.

The weather is good today, and it is cloudless, but it is a bit stuffy. Fortunately, the green coverage rate of the campus planning is not low, and it is not that unbearable. Zhang Xiang is always a little uneasy, maybe it is for what the school team member said just now, who knows?

Before he knew it, he walked to the near stadium. Zhang Xiang looked up and was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have walked to this place, but then he felt relieved. It was impossible to turn around and go to other places. If someone saw it, he thought he was afraid. "Then just take a look, there will be no loss anyway." Zhang Xiang said to himself in his heart. (It's the second class in the afternoon, and there are two self-study classes in the future. You can attend or not. If you participate in a school club, you can do it freely. If you don't want to, you can go home. The school environment is still good, but this is what I set. It would be great if China can find such a school. Haha)

It would be fine if I didn't watch it, but when I saw Zhang Xiang was shocked. This was a small five-a-side game. Ye Feng's gorgeous dribbling skills, 2, and three school team members were not his opponents at all. They were fooled and easily passed by someone. After a long pass of thirty or forty meters was passed directly to the captain Wang Jin's chest. Wang Jin just raised his chest and pulled it back, easily caught the ball, and then shot through the goal.

"If you compare these two things alone, you are really not as good as him." Zhang Xiang murmured. Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When did I become so unconfident? Although he is great, the direction of our football development is different. If you compare speed, consciousness, grasp space, physical fitness, and physical fitness, you will probably be better than him in everything." Zhang Xiang comforted himself in his heart.

The venue was lively and there were people outside the venue. Ye Feng, a freshman who had just transferred, had just arrived at the school and had a "strong" cheering team. When he looked at the school team members in the venue, they were all envious.

"When did the football team become so popular?" The school team members smiled bitterly.

Ye Feng turned his head and glanced outside the court, and suddenly found that his "tablemate" was also standing outside the court, looking at him with a sneer. "Does he understand football too?" Ye Feng looked at Zhang Xiang in confusion, then reached out to pass the ball, and a beautiful right-footed arc ball flew towards Zhang Xiang.

Wang Jin obviously saw Zhang Xiang and smiled bitterly, while the other school team members watched the show and looked at the two of them in their hearts.

Zhang Xiang was only thirty meters away from Ye Feng, and the ball reached Zhang Xiang's chest in an instant. When the ball was about to arrive, Zhang Xiang seemed to think of something and smiled evilly. The moment the ball touched Zhang Xiang's left knee, he gently pulled his knee back and removed his strength. Before the ball could land, he shot with his right foot and shot at Ye Feng again.

"He can play football, and he won't be lonely in class in the future. Some of them will be chatting." Ye Feng thought excitedly. Ye Feng also used his chest to remove the power of the ball, and caught the ball with his right foot. The ball was stuck to the foot, and it didn't move. It seemed that his skills were not as good as it was. He gently picked the instep and then took a left foot arc ball and flew towards Zhang Xiang.

"It seems that he understands it all the way."

A few round-trip passes were feasted on the other side of the court, and the two passed the balls to each other at a distance of more than 30 meters. Since they have not landed yet.

Zhang Xiang saw that it was almost done, and his evil smile became even worse. He suddenly shot hard and flew towards Ye Feng like a shell. Ye Feng's eyes were full of confusion, "Why did he suddenly shoot the ball well just now?"

However, Ye Feng didn't want to lose face in front of so many people, and he held his chest straight and stopped the ball.

"Bang," "Ahem, okay, so heavy, shot! Ahem." Ye Feng's eyes stared at Zhang Xiang, full of surprise, because the ball was too powerful and was not the shot that a high school student should have. If it were just like this, Ye Feng would not be so surprised. Instead, the ball had a strong external arc rotation. Although he barely stopped the ball, he took two steps back, and the ball's strength did not completely remove, and rebounded for six or seven meters before stopping.

For a moment, all the on and off the court were quiet. People who didn't understand the ball outside the court understood and felt that it was inexplicable. Why did the two of them pass the ball well and suddenly shoot the goal?

Those who know the ball on the court know that the speed and strength of the football meant what the football team's number one goalkeeper did not remove it, but hit the post, and then knelt on the ground very ugly, and it took a long time to recover.

Ye Feng only stopped the ball with his chest and only took a few steps back. "The strength of both of them is so perverted." It is both fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunately, both of them are from No. 8 Middle School, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiang doesn't seem to be very good at the football team.

Zhang Xiang's surprise was definitely better than Ye Feng. Unexpectedly, he dispelled his 70% shot so lightly. Don't underestimate this 70% force. This is something he has never experienced since playing football. He only used 70% force at noon shot, and the goalkeeper couldn't bear it. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng not only had good skills, but also had no worse physical strength than himself. How could this situation not surprise Zhang Xiang?

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and laughed at the same time. Maybe this is a hero who values ​​heroes, or they can see that there are people around them who are the same as themselves.

The two of them got together, and this time it was Zhang Xiang who spoke first: "I will introduce it again. My name is Zhang Xiang, hello." After saying that, he stretched out his right hand. If the boss was present, he would be surprised to be unable to close his mouth. This was tantamount to discovering an incredible thing. Because Zhang Xiang rarely talks to people on his own initiative, or never talks to people on his own initiative.

"Well, I'll introduce it again. My name is Ye Feng. You can call me Feng or Ye Zi. Hello." Ye Feng was stunned, then reacted and stretched out his right hand.

"Your ball is good." Zhang Xiang said slowly. Now Zhang Xiang has returned to his original cold appearance. If Ye Feng hadn't played football well, Zhang Xiang would have been lazy to speak.

"You are better than me." Ye Feng saw Zhang Xiang's face change slightly, and then added: "No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I'm sincere and I absolutely have no intention of praise or criticism."

"So, goodbye." After saying that, Zhang Xiang turned around and left without waiting for Ye Feng to reply. Before he could walk away, the captain of the school team, Wang Jin, hurriedly spoke and said, "Are you really not considering joining the football team? If you join, the forward line formed by you and Ye Feng will be invincible."

Zhang Xiang seemed to remember something. Just now he turned around, Wang Jin thought Zhang Xiang was being moved, and his face had just appeared excited, and then he became lost again, because Zhang Xiang didn't talk to him at all, but said to Ye Feng:

"You play football well. Next month, S City holds a streetball game. If you are interested, you can form a team with me." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ye Feng said to Zhang Xiang's back without hesitation: "I have heard of it. It looks quite interesting. Why not go? Then let them see the power of the double striker of our No. 8 Middle School." Ye Feng said shamelessly.
Chapter completed!