The reason why the sisters respect Park Ki-jung so much is not only because his handsome appearance has already spread throughout the universities in Xiqing City, but also because he is versatile, proficient in basketball and football, and he is also a long-legged Oba, which is naturally loved by the sisters.

Of course, the boys are not happy about this, we are not handsome, we are not without long legs, we are not without a rich second generation, and we are not without versatility.

In fact, there is a reason for this.

Although the second master is a student of a famous university, in the eyes of many people, he is completely like a school bully, fierce and arrogant, even more powerful than the rich second generation.

The sisters naturally don't have a good impression of this kind of person, so they are also willing to see the second master deflated, so it's no wonder that they 'worship foreign flattery'.

Knowing the general situation of the matter, Xiao Fan walked towards the second master and the others who were depressed on the long side, sat next to the second master, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured a sip, and said with a smile: "What's the matter?

"Xiao Shao, you're here. The second master looked angry, but with helplessness, "No way, his skills are indeed very strong." ”

"Anyway, why did you get into trouble with this Park Ki-jung?" Xiao Fan asked with interest.

The second master snorted and said: "This mallet and a pair of glasses are a virtue, on the surface it looks chic, but in fact, a belly of flies and dogs, I broke it last week and he used a sister paper, this sister paper is still our student union." I did it with him on the spot, but there were many others, I ran away with my sister's paper, and then this scumbag mallet dared to come to the school, saying that it was to have a fair showdown with me, I didn't want to be verbose, and directly called the brothers to get him, but he saw that there were many of us, so he proposed to play a football game, if he won, I apologized to him, and if I won, he compensated the sister paper for a million mental damages. ”

"A million, that's a lot. Xiao Fan nodded, but slapped the second master's chest and said, "You tell him about Mao, just beat him to death, let him take a million after the beating, and continue to beat him until he takes it." ”

When the second master heard this, he looked at Xiao Fan with a strange expression, his eyes were full of surprise and admiration: "It turns out that Xiao Shao is stronger than me, I will obey." ”

After a pause, the second master's face flashed fiercely: "Why don't you beat him now?"

"When did you become so upright?" Xiao Fan covered his face, "Obviously, I saw that I couldn't win by kicking football, so I planned to beat people, right?"

When the second master heard this, his old face turned red and said, "What else should I do? Do you want me to apologize to this scumbag? I won't do it if I die!"

"Isn't there a football master? just play and beat them. Xiao Fan raised his head and said with a smug expression.

The second master looked around, looked at Xiao Fan in a daze, and blinked: "Xiao Shao, are you talking about?"

"Yes, that's me. Xiao Fan smiled: "Let me tell you, I was the captain of the school's football team when I was in elementary school. ”

The second master had black lines in his head, and cold sweat fell down drop by drop.

Wiping his face, the second master said, "Xiao Shao, are you really sure?"

"Rest assured, absolutely. Xiao Fan nodded solemnly.

In fact, Xiao Fan has a fart grasp, he has never played football at all, he has touched the ball since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of balls, but it is all grown on women, how can he have time?

The reason why Xiao Fan is stepping in now, in addition to being very unhappy with Park Ki-jung's mallet, is purely to have a good time.

As for winning or losing...... It's enough to actively participate, if you can't win, then it's better to beat people.

Soon, at Xiao Fan's strong request, he replaced the striker, put on a red jersey, tied his shoelaces and shook his feet, and found that it was quite suitable, so he nodded with satisfaction, looked at all the onlookers with a flamboyant face, and opened his arms, as if embracing the world.

The second master watched Xiao Fan warm up there with trepidation, and he didn't know why, he always felt that Xiao Fan was unreliable.

"By the way, let me ask, I've always heard people say offside, what the hell is offside?" Xiao Fan ran to the second master's side and asked very seriously.

The corners of the second master's mouth twitched suddenly, not that he felt unreliable, but now it seems that he is really unreliable!

"This ...... It's more troublesome to say, let's just do it, it's really not good, beat him!"

When everyone behind the second master heard this, they all showed fierce expressions: "Yes!

Xiao Fan touched his nose and said he was speechless, but there was a touch of excitement in his eyes, he was so nervous when he played football for the first time!

After the long halftime break, Xiao Fan said to the second master and others before going on the court: "No matter who gets the ball, remember to give it to me!"

"Xiao Shao, what if you're in the backline?"

"Give it to me too, trust me. Xiao Fan nodded with a serious face, looking like he had some master demeanor.

The second master and the others were stunned for a moment, and they didn't know whether Xiao Fan was a rookie or a master, so they gritted their teeth in their hearts: Whatever his uncle, he lost anyway, and he fought hard!

The players of both sides entered the field one after another, and their respective positions were stationed.

Most of the students outside the venue recognized Xiao Fan at a glance and called Xiao Fan's name one after another, from this point of view, they were indeed because the second master's popularity was too poor.

Hearing so many girls and even boys calling their names, Xiao Fan felt a surge of pride in his heart, only feeling that he was too good, and he couldn't keep a low profile if he wanted to.

Enjoying the cheers of everyone, Xiao Fan came to the midfield position, and when the big horse golden knife went to that station, a master's breath emanated, staring at Park Ki-jung opposite, and smiling very kindly: "Hello, mallet!"

Park Ki-joong originally saw that Xiao Fan was smiling very gently, and he thought that the new No. 10 was not bad, but as soon as he heard the mallet, his face immediately darkened, and he sneered: "Silly fork, you crossed the line." ”

"Sister Yue, you haven't started yet. Xiao Fan glanced down and found that he seemed to be standing across the halfway line, and after snorting, he took a step back.

The second master and the others turned pale, and they secretly cried out one by one.

You can stand on the other side, and you can still play in the second half?

"Forget it, as long as Xiao Shao doesn't run away with the ball in his hands...... "The second master has already prepared for the worst, if he can't do it, he will beat people immediately!"

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blows.

The ball was at the feet of the center, and with a slight click, it was passed directly to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan looked solemn and hurriedly ran away with the ball, but he always felt that it was not coordinated enough, the football was completely uncontrollable, just like his long legs, so that Xiao Fan chased after him and his left and right feet were divided, which was very funny.

There was a burst of laughter around, not ridicule, but I just thought Xiao Fan was too funny like this.

Park Ki-jung sneered, seeing at a glance that Xiao Fan was a rookie, he didn't bother to step forward to grab the ball at all, and with a wave of his hand, the two of them rushed towards Xiao Fan.

"Xiao Shao!Pass!Pass!" The second master shouted quickly, wanting Xiao Fan to pass the ball out.

But Xiao Fan didn't want to pass the ball at all, so he didn't even pass the ball in less than a few seconds?