The coach next to him shouted at this side: "You three boys come back, the second half has begun!"

KY has two ball advantages, and the kick is extraordinarily relaxed, while the opponent is eager to move back to the score, and the scramble is even more ferocious, and the defense of KY's key personnel has also been strengthened.

Fifteen minutes after the second half, Song Jianhui took a corner kick, the ball was destroyed by the opposing player to the periphery, and the rest of the team shot from a distance. The ball hit the opponent and bounced to Wen Feng's feet, he took advantage of the situation to volley, and the ball went in again, 3:0, Wen Feng had the previous lesson this time, and ran to the coach to pick him up and shouted: "Coach, it's not cool!" The coach cooperated and shouted: "Cool!" The other team members also ran over to congratulate Wen Feng.

He ran to Yang Lu's side again, this time Yang Lu didn't come over, smiled and stretched out his thumb to him, and didn't forget to shake the Coke bottle in his hand, Wen Feng smiled and made a V-shaped gesture at her and ran back to the court.

Obviously, the opposing player's mood was fluctuating, and his movements were getting bigger and bigger, and the coach shouted vigorously outside the field: "You all be careful, don't get hurt!" The coach's hint was right, and he had already seen that the opposing player was a little malicious.

Just five minutes after the third goal, the opponent's shot hit the gear of the KY company's goalkeeper, and then he was held in his arms, and the opposing player came over with some embarrassment to see if it was serious. As a result, the goalkeeper stretched out his hand and shouted, "It's okay, my son is two years old!"

At this time, the goalkeeper took advantage of the opponent was still immersed in the words just now, a big kick to the front, Wen Feng unloaded, received the ball and turned around in one go, left and right in a row over two opposing players, in the face of the last defender, seeing the other party running the ball is a kick, Wen Feng lightly touched the ball with his foot, changed the original running rhythm, ready to shoot after this person, if the goal is scored, it will be an excellent goal for three people in a row, and he can also become the first person to score a "hat trick" in this year's game. But the defender saw the trajectory of the ball that Wen Feng had changed, and knew that he couldn't touch the ball anymore, but he didn't mean to close his feet at all, and deliberately kicked down on Wen Feng's calf.

"Ahh

At this moment, Yang Lu seemed to feel that someone was holding a very blunt knife and slashing at her heart. I heard the angry shouts of the substitutes, "Stupid! It's too dark to get your feet down!"

Li Tao on the field rushed over from behind and kicked the defender: "Fuck you!

The opposing team members came over and pushed Li Tao hard, Song Jianhui hurriedly used his body to protect him and pushed him to the rear, and several team members from KY Company went over to help. The defender who was kicked down was obviously unconvinced and wanted to rush forward, and it was about to be deduced into violence on the field, the three referees quickly ran to the field and the captains of the two teams hurriedly pulled the two waves away, which stopped the tragedy.

Yang Lu only had Wen Feng lying on the field in her eyes, she hurriedly ran to the middle of the field, and pushed away the people in front of her regardless of it.

Wen Feng curled up on the ground with his legs, he wanted to stand up, but his leg hurt and he couldn't do it at all, so he just lay down steadily, he squinted his eyes, looked at Yang Lu with tears in his sight, endured the pain and squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm fine......"

Yang Lu squatted beside him, sniffed and did not speak.

"I didn't lie to you, I really scored two goals today, are you happy for me? It's a pity that this goal is going to be scored, then it's awesome!" Wen Feng said with a regretful face.

"Uh-huh, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little bit ......"

"Does it hurt?" Yang Lu's eyes were still red, but she laughed out loud.

"It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt when I look at you. ”

"I'll take a look!" Yang Lu took Wen Feng's hand and exclaimed, "Ah! It's all purple, and it doesn't hurt!" The tears in his eyes just now immediately fell out.

Sure enough, there was a fist-sized bruise on the right calf on the front of Wen Feng, and the middle part had turned purple, and bloodshot roots could still be seen.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm really fine, it's scary to look at, it doesn't hurt much, come, you pull me up!" Wen Feng stretched out his hand to Yang Lu and said.

Yang Lu held his hand, pulled Wen Feng up from the ground with the team members next to him, and helped him off the field all the way, and the other people in the field, including the girls from the cheerleading team, all surrounded him.