The man in the Inter jersey, who was almost crazy, even doubted whether Yang Tang was professional. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After finally rejecting this idea, he began to suspect that the guy who instigated him to find Yang Tang'er was not well-intentioned and wanted to see his appearance.

So, while setting the ball and getting up, the man in the Inter jersey subconsciously turned his neck and glanced in the direction of a certain onlooker.

All of this was all looked at by Yang Tang. But the problem is that Yang Tang's [Beast Perception] searched in the direction of the man in the Inter jersey, but he didn't find an acquaintance, or a guy who was hostile to him at the moment.

[Huh, that's weird, hey!]

Yang Tang was speechless for a while, so he put his energy back to the goalkeeper, but saw the man in the Inter jersey standing next to the ball with a tangled face, and couldn't help urging: "Hey, I said, is it your turn, Inter captain?"

"Humph!"

The man in the Inter jersey was immediately enraged, and directly swung his legs on the spot and kicked the ball heavily. He was quite sudden, the speed was amazingly fast, quite the essence of "blitzkrieg", if he changed to someone else to guard the goal, he would definitely be in a hurry, but unfortunately Yang Tang didn't eat this set at all, and still blocked the whistling ball out of the goal line.

Bastard!

The man in the Inter jersey wanted to scold, but he didn't scold in the end, after all, everyone is a civilized person in full view, and if he scolds his mother, it seems that he will lose and lose.

Yang Tang shook the football in his hand, threw it back to the men in the Inter jersey, and said with a smile: "Zhu (pig) position, now I can leave, right?" As soon as these words came out, there were signs of dissolution in the audience.

"Slow, slow......" The man in the Inter jersey said with difficulty, only to feel that his face was about to be burned, "Wait a minute!"

Yang Tang's face instantly became gloomy, and he said unhesitantly: "What? Do you want to talk?" If he changed his face before, the men in the Inter jersey would not care at all, but now after being cut, everyone on the other side has a sinking heart, as if they are facing some fierce beast that wants to choose people and devour.

"We don't talk and don't count!" The man in the Inter jersey corrected Yang Tang's statement stubbornly, at this time he had completely forgotten the original intention of coming to find Yang Tang's stubble, "I'm just thinking, you are so good at goalkeeping, you must have good feet, right?"

Yang Tang was stunned and said, "Are you letting me shoot?"

"Yes!"

"Then who is guarding the door?" Yang Tang asked.

"Naturally, I'm coming!" the man in the Inter jersey volunteered, "I'm the tallest ...... in this team" In fact, he didn't say a word, before playing as a center forward and becoming the captain of the team, the position he specialized in practicing happened to be the goalkeeper.

Yang Tang nodded and said, "Okay, let's swap roles, as the so-called come and don't be rude, I agreed!"

Soon, the man in the Inter jersey stood in the middle of the goal with gloves on.

Yang Tang put the ball on the penalty spot and asked, "Are you ready?"

Hearing this, the man in the Inter jersey straightened up and stretched his arm to pat on the door beam, indicating that he was ready, and at the same time had the intention of deterring Yang Tang.

Seeing this, the corners of Yang Tang's mouth hooked an arc, and he did the same, directly swinging his legs on the spot and kicking the ball towards the goal.

Hearing only a "bang", the seemingly unpleasant ball flew towards the door frame like a cannonball, and it was so fast that almost no one present reacted.

The man in the Inter jersey reacted.

"Poof!!"

At the same time as there was a loud bang above his head, he subconsciously raised his arms, and that posture, that look, as if he had pushed the ball into the air.

But the problem is that the big guy has been looking for the goal for a long time with countless pairs of eyes wide open, and he didn't find the shadow of football!

The man in the Inter jersey was also stunned, and when he looked back at the goal, it was also empty.

"Where did the ball go?"

"No, ball, what the hell is going on?!"

"I'll go, hey, hey!"

Just as everyone was talking about it, Yang Tang raised his hand to signal, pointed to the bottom of the left door post embarrassedly, and raised his hand in surrender and said: "Sao Rui Shaorui, I didn't control my foot strength, but I kicked the ball deflated......

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked towards the lawn under the left doorpost.

What's there?

A tattered soccer ball skin lay there quietly, with a slap on it.

The man in the Inter jersey instantly realized something, looked up at the door beam, and found that there was a slight dent there.

This, this, this......

The corners of the man in the Inter jersey twitched, and he was careful that his liver trembled, but fortunately, the ball was smashed on the crossbar, and then a big hole was broken, and the ball disappeared at once, if it hit him in the face, the consequences would ...... It's chilling to think about!

At this time, the Inter jersey man heard Yang Tang arguing with the Juventus jersey man: "I said that the mistake of the kick just now doesn't count, what's the matter, you kicked more than a dozen kicks, can't I kick it again?" Speaking of this, Yang Tang also looked at the Inter jersey man, as if waiting for him to agree.

The man in the Inter jersey was stunned, and froze on the spot to agree no, not to agree, and finally under the coaxing of the melon-eating crowd, he still responded hard.

So, Yang Tang once again opened the posture, stood in a good position, and set the ball...... It was another leg swing on the spot, and with the same "poof", the new eighty-percent new football disappeared for the second time.

Just as everyone continued to search for the whereabouts of the ball, the man in the Inter jersey looked up tremblingly under the goal beam, and soon found the dent that was hit by the ball for the first time.

After thinking about this, Mu Muran, the man in the Inter jersey, looked at the penalty spot, and happened to see Yang Tang with another ball at his feet, and he was swinging his legs on the spot for the third time!

Whoosh - poof!!

The cannonball-like ball hit the dent of the door beam for the third time, and then disappeared, and the man in the Inter shirt under the door beam didn't even have time to react, only to feel that there was urine in the lower abdomen surging wildly, so that he had to abandon the door and rush to the direction of the public toilet, causing a lot of laughter.

After entering the toilet, the man in the Inter jersey, who was going to relieve himself, was stunned to find that his crotch was wet, and his urine had drifted away for some time, and there was no longer an alarm bell!

At the same time, Yang Tang sneered in his heart, but his face was like a spring breeze and said to the Juventus jersey man: "Look, your captains have run away, now I can go, right?"

"Ah, yes, yes, you can go..."The Juventus jersey man was a little incoherent under Yang Tang's forced gaze.

Seeing this, Yang Tang smiled, came out of the crowd, and Shi Shiran walked away.

The people who eat melons are scattered like birds and beasts, but everyone is still talking about Yang Tang's three-legged line of the same powerful shot. How powerful is it to be able to kick the ball for professional training?

"Hey, that classmate in front of you, please wait a minute!"

When Yang Tang was about to walk out of the playground, the footsteps of two strange middle-aged men came from behind him. One of them was responsible for talking and retaining, and the other hurried a few steps and stopped in front of Yang Tang.

The middle-aged man in front of him had a plank and looked ordinary, but the smell of the old cigarette made Yang Tang subconsciously take a half step back: "You are?"

The smoking gun man took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said, "Hello classmates, I am the leader of the men's football team of Beijing University, Ren Zhi!"

"Hostage?" Yang Tang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that it should be the surname "Ren", as for which word the name was, he was not interested in asking more, and he didn't even shake hands with Ren Zhi.

"Not a hostage, it's the task of duty, the wisdom of the intellect. ”

"Something?" Yang Tang asked very coldly.

"Ahem!" Ren Zhi straightened out his thoughts by coughing, and then said with a serious expression: "You are a student of this school?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Look at you, you should be a freshman, right?"

"You're right, so what?" Yang Tang looked impatient and made a gesture to leave.

"Ahem, okay, then I'll get straight to the point, can you transfer to our sports institute?"

Yang Tang raised his eyebrows and said: "Transfer to the department? or transfer to the sports department? What are you making international jokes? Unless my brain is hollowed out!"

These words made Ren Zhi a little embarrassed, and even touched the nerves of the middle-aged man behind Yang Tang: "Boy, why did you break your brain when you engage in sports?"

Yang Tang said: "I didn't say that the brains of people who are engaged in sports are broken, but I said that if I want to engage in sports, why should I work hard to apply for Beijing University in the first place?

The middle-aged man behind him was speechless for a while.

Ren Zhi relieved the siege and said: "This classmate, Lao Wang, he doesn't mean anything else, besides, so many classmates who are exercising on the playground haven't seen their brains collapse, right?"

Yang Tang was unforgiving when he heard this: "Then you two are going to find them, what are you stopping me for?"

"This, this...... It's okay if you don't change departments, but can you join our football team at Beijing University?" Ren Zhi saw Yang Tang's difficulty, and quickly changed his persuasion method.

"Hehe, join the football team?" Yang Tang laughed, "What level do I have, I must have seen it clearly just now, if I really want to play football, I will go directly to the professional team for a trial, why take off my pants and fart, and bully those low-level ......"

"You, you fart!" The middle-aged old man behind him couldn't hold back, and was the first to burst out: "You can also play professionally at the level of your three-legged cat, and do your daydreaming!"

Hearing this, Yang Tang shrugged his shoulders at Ren Zhi and said, "Mr. Ren, then I'll go to daydream and say goodbye!"

What else could Ren Zhi say? He could only smile bitterly at Lao Wang.

After getting rid of everything, Yang Tang finally drove back to Guangxin Jiayuan, ate something casually, and then was busy for Sim's guess until late at night, and when he went to bed, he remembered that tomorrow seemed to be the second Qinglong Festival in the first month of February.

[So, you can fall asleep tonight?]

[But I don't ask for anything!]

[What to do?Do you continue to dream?If you can't do it, then ......]

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