Chapter 82: The Opponent Who Beat the Blood
Feng Yiming stopped suddenly, the defender on the side had already rushed over, and he kicked over with his leg raised, Feng Yiming gasped, so he hung on his knees, and looked at the defender who kicked the ball out with a provocative look, thinking to himself, are you playing chicken blood or eating ****?
Today's physical education class is three classes, four classes together, the day before the two classes of boys discussed, two classes of physical education class kicked a 20-minute friendly match, warm-up for the freshman Cup football match that began on Friday, originally everyone wanted to run in the lineup, although it is only high school amateur football, but also have a minimum of tactical ideas, I didn't expect the people in the fourth class to come up is a burst of fierce fighting, the opening ten minutes have scored two goals. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Gu Pingxin panted and pulled Feng Yiming and whispered, "What's the matter?
Feng Yiming pointed to the girls watching and cheering on the side of the court with a dull face, Gu Pingxin hadn't reacted yet, the girls were already cheering in unison, the problem was that the object of applause was not which class, but Feng Yiming alone.
This designation is Zhang Miao's little fox ghost, Feng Yiming cursed in his heart, before kick-off, Zhang Miao ran to Feng Yiming's side, his demeanor was ambiguous, his demeanor was intimate, the boys in the fourth class were all in his eyes, like Zhang Miao, a girl who was beautiful, had a good figure, and had a good academic performance was the heart and soul of the boys in any class, and he would never be allowed to be dug into the corner by people from other classes, so he naturally looked at Feng Yiming and became angry.
Feng Yiming quite understands them, when he was in college, Ban Hua was hooked up by the seniors of the foreign department, and at that time, several dormitory boys still went to the little white-faced dormitory with sticks to find trouble, and after a fight, the school punished several brothers.
But understanding is understanding, this action is too ruthless, Feng Yiming is a little hairy in his heart, this kind of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy has a hot brain, he is really a master who dares to do anything, the next black foot is at most a hook and a hook foot, carry your waist, and let you fall a dog to gnaw on the ground, but now what are the actions of these guys in the fourth class, seeing Feng Yiming holding the ball, without saying a word, it is either a sweep or a heartwarming kick, this Nima is a terrible rhythm!
Feng Yiming, who has an uncle's mentality, began to retreat in his heart, remembering that in this freshman cup, in the first and sixth class games, there was an unlucky guy who broke his arm, and he went to school with bandages and plasters on his arms for the next half a year.
Feng Yiming was in the fourth class in his previous life, he knew too well the details of these people, the level of the striker was quite average, the level of the defender and goalkeeper was quite good, and the midfielder completely relied on Feng Yiming in his previous life, because the high school court was small, and they all played 9-a-side football, so the offense largely depends on the personal level of the offensive players.
Watching Yu Fei, who had just scored a goal, running across half the court, and running in front of him to show off his might, Feng Yiming looked up at the sky expressionlessly, thinking that the third class in his previous life seemed to have been eliminated in the first round, or find a reason not to participate in this freshman cup?
After class, Yu Fei, who was in the limelight on the court today, came over with a smile, "If you want to change the class at that time, I will tell you not to change it, look, it is estimated that your class will not be able to mix in the first round! ā
Ye Zizi, who had just walked over on the side, frowned when she heard this, and grabbed Yu Fei's ears and made a big fuss: "Yu Fei, he wants to change the class, you are still very cooperative, believe it or not, I'll tell Yiming his mother when I go back?" Ye Zizi has been growing up in the No. 1 Middle School in the city since she was a child, and Yu Fei and Zhou Fatzi are also the same age, so they are naturally very familiar, and the little girl who has been following Feng Yiming's ass since she was a child has always been fierce to several other little boys, and Yu Fei is quite stunned by this girl.
Feng Yiming didn't raise his eyelids, walked straight past the two of them, and sneered a few times, "I hope you kid won't make a fool of yourself tomorrow!" In the previous life, Yu Fei made a big fool in the first game, in the process of grabbing the ball, he was pulled down by the other party, if he didn't react quickly, the underwear would have to be ripped off, this matter spread widely among girls, and in the next three years, when countless girls saw Yu Fei, they couldn't help but think of the ball game in the first year of high school, the moment when Yu Fei was stripped off his pants and trembled on the field.
As soon as he returned to the classroom, before the class bell rang, Zhou Fatzi, who was sitting in the last row, stabbed Feng Yiming and whispered: "I came back early, your mother came to look for you just now, what's wrong?
Feng Yiming's eyes were confused, he hadn't done anything recently, he was grounded by his father, the school shop was full of acquaintances, he had no place to buy cigarettes, he hadn't smoked for almost two weeks, he thought about it, he looked at how many minutes there was still a few minutes before class, and he was going to go to the office of the third grade group of high school to ask.
As soon as he went out, he saw his mother pacing back and forth at the end of the corridor, and his eyes lit up when he saw his son, Feng Yiming relieved his heart, it is probably not a bad thing.
"When I first came home, I received a call from your father, saying that Secretary Zhang would come to the house for dinner in the evening, and Lu Fei and Miao Miao would come at night......" Feng's mother rarely put a few smiles on her face, this kind of thing is asked to her underage son, and it is really a bit embarrassing to be a mother. On the phone, Feng's mother also said that she would simply go to the restaurant to eat, but Feng Wei'an thought about it and still didn't agree, and specially instructed his wife to find her son, that is, he was not in front of him over the phone, otherwise Feng Wei'an's face was ironclad after saying this.
Feng Yiming's brain turned fast, just now Zhang Miao told him the news of the authentic work, and asked him how to deal with his father, turned his head Zhang Changhe is going to come to the house for dinner, is this not clear? The two foxes, one big and one small, are only interested in taking advantage of themselves, Feng Yiming thought angrily in his heart, this is not treating himself as a dish at all!
Feng Yiming looked at his watch, his father usually went home for dinner at six o'clock, and there were two or three hours, he thought about it and took a pen and paper out of the classroom, wrote a few dishes and asked his mother to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables first, avoiding the classmates on the side and whispering: "You go to buy vegetables first, wash and cut the vegetables, and I will go back when the self-study class is over, two hours will be in time, and some dishes will be cooked in time when they are on the table." ā
As soon as I sent my mother down, I turned my head and saw Zhang Miao sneaking over, and opened her mouth to say: "Feng Yiming, I want to eat the braised pig's trotters that I ate in Jianghe last time!"
Feng Yiming sneered a few times, stared down at Zhang Miao's feet and said, "It's too late, but there are no raw materials, why don't you chop this one off?"