"Good example! Zheng Yi!"

"Brother Zheng Yi! Beautiful job!"

When they walked towards the bench, Han Demen and Liao Lisheng, who were still in the position, gave Zheng Yi a thumbs up, with all their expressions pride.

Although they did not appear on the stage by themselves, as a team, a team that is not accepted by old players, Zheng Yi's performance on the court today undoubtedly gave them a face.

Who looks down on us? Look! Our Zheng Yi contributed two assists as soon as he came on the court. Can you be a main player? You look down on me and have a slap in the face!

However, due to the situation where Hengyuan team was 4-2 behind, Han Demen and others were also very restrained and did not perform too much. They couldn't do anything stupid like Li Jianbin pushing himself to the opposite side of his teammates.

Of course, Han Demen and the other two were limited to Zheng Yi's journey. When Zheng Yi arrived, they couldn't care about so much. 2-1 in the first half was the victory of their team, so they had to show off!

"Slow down! Slow down!"

"etc!"

As soon as he arrived at the bench, Han Demen was like Li Lianying next to Empress Dowager Cixi in the film and television drama. He hunched his waist and mixed Zheng Yi with his hands, fearing that Zheng Yi would fall, so Liao Lisheng also followed suit.

Zheng Yi had no choice but to use these two treasures and let them manipulate them. But before he was helped to sit down, Han Demen reached out to stop him seriously.

"What are you doing?"

"There is dust! I'll dust you up! Don't dirty your butt!"

As he said that, Han Demen took off his shoulder and took a towel and dusted it on his seat a few times before he helped Zheng Yi sit down.

Zheng Yi was speechless and said, "Hey hey hey! That's about it! Do you know if the show is over?"

When Han Demen heard this, he was dissatisfied and said, "You kid, don't be blessed. Are we doing this for ourselves? Do you understand? Let those who think they are five or six people! Awesome is not bragging! We have to prove our strength!"

Speaking of the last two sentences, Han Demen looked towards Yang Yihu and deliberately raised his voice.

After hearing this, Zheng Yi also understood Han Demen's intention. In addition to the person who once looked down on you, he had to run to the person to show off after proving his strength: How about it, am I better than you? Only in this way can he have a memory. Although this approach is not conducive to unity, is it necessary for people like Yang Yihu, Li Jianbin, and Zhang Chao to unite? The facts prove that it is not necessary!

Understanding this, Zheng Yi began to cooperate with Han Demen to do all kinds of arrogant actions, such as pinching legs, knocking on the back, and various strange screams.

Otherwise, when Yang Yihu, who was sitting beside him, was almost angry when he saw Zheng Yi and the other two who deserved a beating, he was almost angry, but he couldn't do anything to Zheng Yi - contribute two assists in one game, what can you do?

In the end, Yang Yihu had to exhale Zhang Chao, if it weren't for being angry with this bastard Zheng Yi on the bench?

Zhang Chao, you are a shameless guy, you will be beaten up when you come on stage! Wait!…

...

After Zhang Chao appeared, he stood in the left midfield position because Verdi was active on the left during this period, and Hengyuan needed the new force to watch Verdi.

But Zhang Chao quickly proved with his strength how tricky he was.

Gao Zhilin and Li Yan worked together to cut off the ball in the middle to resolve the attack of AC Milan youth team. However, AC Milan has completely suppressed Hengyuan team at this time and has no room for forward passes. Gao Zhilin could only transfer the ball to the left to avoid the embarrassment of losing the ball as soon as the ball was intercepted.

But Zhang Chao disappointed Gao Zhilin, and a simple stop on the inside of his foot, Zhang Chao stopped directly to Verdi.

The subsequent counterattack on the spot was cleaned by Verdi because he was too fierce!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Verdi completed a high-quality shot from the upper corner of the penalty area on the left, and finally hit the junction of the goal beam and the post.

Hengyuan escaped a disaster, but Zhang Chao's poor performance continued.

In the next five minutes of the game, Zhang Chao contributed two pass mistakes, one pass mistake, and one pass fall, and a 10% pass success rate, which is in sharp contrast to Zheng Yi who used to play football.

Gao Zhilin, who moved to the middle lane, was completely stunned. He thought that Zhang Chao could share some defensive pressure for him when he appeared on the court, but he didn't expect that this guy would actually kick himself into a transparent person!

It's a cheating father!

Zheng Yi is better than this guy while walking!

The whole Hengyuan team began to miss Zheng Yi when he was only five minutes after he was finished, including Li Jianbin, who had been unhappy with Zheng Yi.

Zhang Chao's time bomb made Li Jianbin's left side be sieve. Zheng Yi could control it and pass the ball out so that the back line would not be exposed directly to the opponent's firepower, and Zhang Chao...

Verdi got a shot from the left again, and Li Jianbin could no longer bear it and cursed at his former allies. If someone hadn't stopped him, the bloody drama of his fellow disciples would have been staged in front of Hengyuan's high-level.

Liu Yong's face turned pale on the platform, and the ugly situation in Hengyuan on the field made him feel dull and confused at the same time.

Obviously, sixty minutes ago, the team off the field was still playing against AC Milan, and even took the initiative on the field for a period of time. Why did it look like a different team after sixty minutes?

If Hengyuan was an organized and disciplined regular army in the first sixty minutes, then sixty minutes later it would be a random miscellaneous army, and now it is a group of mobs.

How could the same group of people change so much? Liu Yong's sharp eyes swept through the stadium until he saw Zheng Yi who was enjoying Han Demen's feet and back.

"Is it because of that child..."

...

The game on the field has entered the last minute of stoppage time, and the score on the field is 6-2. With Zhang Chao's "help", AC Milan scored two more goals. If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the final score.

Otherwise, after Verdi completed a long shot, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game, and Hengyuan lost the fifth game of European training 2-6.

The players of the AC Milan youth team who won the game brigade and hug each other to celebrate the victory. Although they were one goal behind in the first half, they finally defeated their opponents with a big score of 6-2, which was a surprise!

However, Verdi in the crowd did not participate in the celebration. Others felt that winning the game was worth celebrating, but he felt it was a shame.

Before the game, they felt that they could win double digits, at least surpassing their arch rival Inter Milan. Who would have thought they had scored only six goals and allowed the opponent to score two goals! They were behind twice in the game, and they were the ones who lost the ball first, which was extremely shameful!

Verdi put his hands on his waist and glanced at Hengyuan's bench.

Finally, he saw Zheng Yi among a group of dejected Chinese. He was about to pack up his equipment and leave. Verdi frowned and thought for a while, finally walked towards Hengyuan's bench...

...

"Peng! Can I get to know your No. 58 player? He is so great. I thought we would lose... Well... I'm sorry, I have no other intentions, I just want to get to know him."

"It's okay, Mr. Charles! His name is Zheng Yi and he is a very outstanding player. I'm very happy to recommend it to you."

After the game, Peng Guowei had a routine exchange with AC Milan youth team coach Charles. Charles expressed his willingness to know Zheng Yi, and Peng Guowei responded readily.

Turning his head and shouting: "Zheng Yi!"

"Oh! Peng pointed out that you can wait for me!"

"Are you... going to exchange jerseys with me?"

Zheng Yi also welcomed the guest, he was Verdi. When he walked to Zheng Yi, Verdi said nothing, but took off his jersey and handed it to Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi had no similar experience, but he also knew what this meant, so he immediately took off his jersey and handed it to Verdi.

Seeing this scene, Peng Guowei joked with Charles and said, "This may be the first time he has exchanged jerseys with someone, so he has to give him some time."

"Maybe the first time? Then before him?" Charles grabbed the keyword.

"Oh! He was a student a month ago and was not a professional player, so I don't know if he had exchanged jerseys before." Peng Guowei explained.

"Student? Peng! Did he sign a career contract?"

"No!" Peng Guowei shook his head and said.

"Really? That's great! I wonder how he feels about Milan? Are you interested? If he can... I'm sorry... I'm a little too excited..." After hearing this news, Charles was like winning a huge prize, and he was speechless.

"You have to ask his own opinion on this issue."...

...

Do you think you are interesting? If you feel good about it, you will be 6666. If you are unhappy, you will be something. I thought you had abandoned the book, but it still came.

What time to respond.

First: You say that the book is too ideal. I want to say that the prerequisite for ideal is reasonable. The teams in which the protagonist is all professional players, not amateur players. Even if you have sex for another 90 minutes, you can't pass one or two good goals? Do you ask former international player Lu Lin if you agree?

Second: You said the protagonist thought about it and couldn't do it. What did I do to provide him with a system?

Third: You said that the ball and the players are both moving, and the protagonist still has time to think. At first glance, it makes sense, but you didn’t think that it takes time for the ball and the player to go from this position to the next position. The protagonist can’t use this time to think? What is the difference between a player who can’t think and a pig? Do you write about the protagonist as a pig when you write things?

Fourth: You said you don’t have a path to savior, but the facts prove that Messi can’t save Argentina. Let’s firstly, regardless of whether the protagonist is a savior, my boss will fight eleven, and I will ask if you agree? Messi will carry Argentina into the World Cup alone and ask if you agree?

When will you write about the protagonist carrying the Chinese team into the World Cup before you criticize me!!

Finally, I would like to thank you. I have been writing three books and still have time to think about me, a rookie.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!