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Zhang Shuangtong raised his foot to catch it, and a white-shirted boy was stabbed obliquely around him, and there was a burst of exclamations around him, but Zhang Shuangtong was not knocked down, and the ball was firmly on his feet.... Just as the boy was coming, he picked up the ball and turned around, and the ball went over his head and landed firmly on the instep of his foot.

"Good!"

There were cheers all around the sidelines.

In all fairness, this is not very exciting, the Keju white play seen in the past, the ball does not leave the ball is the most basic skill, but in this kind of being chased and intercepted on all sides, when this kind of action is made again, it can't help but make people applaud.

Before the applause ended, the onlookers screamed again.

"Be careful!"

Many girls and children in the colorful shed even bit the fan, some stared round, and some simply reached out to cover their eyes.

The situation in the field will not change because everyone looks or not, the two teenagers crashed into Zhang Shuangtong, this time because the distance was too close Zhang Shuangtong did not dodge, he staggered forward, but at the last moment the ball was kicked high by him.

A young man from the Changle Society, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped up while running, intercepted the flying ball with his chest, and at the same time rushed forward with it, and the young men of the Wuling Society were in hot pursuit behind him.

There was a thunderous shouting from the sidelines.

"Run, run!"

"I'm going to score this time!

It was still running with the ball and kicking the ball to get started, but the onlookers felt that it looked more exciting and exciting than before, about the teenagers' fast and nervous pursuit and blocking, and the fierce scramble.

A young man rushed from the side, the person fell to the ground and shoveled sharply, shouts sounded all around, and now the shouts are too mixed, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is the crowd of onlookers or his teammates, and the young man of Changle Club with the ball is also a little panicked...... I've never played in such an environment.

"Jump.." Someone shouted in his ear.

The boy of Changle Club with the ball jumped up subconsciously, and the boy of Wuling Club who slipped and fell into the air, and the two immediately collided together, and the boy of Changle Club fell to the ground and rolled....Although he fell, he was not injured because he was not directly shoveled to his feet.

The shouts all around were in unison again, and the noisy and scolding was unbearable.

The girls in the shed frowned a little, but they were also a little excited... It's the first time they've seen this kind of scene, and they can't help but wave their hands and scream.

Although the two fell to the ground, the ball was still rolling in the middle of the court, a teenager ran firmly with the ball, and then saw that the two teenagers on the ground got up without any problems, and the game did not stop as before, everyone was still running and chasing.

"It's this kid again!" Liu Chunyang shouted, annoyed, "Get him down!"

I don't know from which moment, there is a person who always suddenly comes out of nowhere, destroying the attack of Wuling Society, at first I thought it was nothing, after all, it was on the court, but again and again, every time it was him, which had to be noticed.

"Misahiro....over here..."

Someone shouted.

With this shout, the ball was kicked high, over the heads of the two Wuling Society teenagers who were about to block, and fell at the feet of a big Changle Club teenager.

That is Chu Minghui, Liu Chunyang recognizes, is a veteran of the Changle Society, they have been fighting for three years and are not strangers, but this newcomer....Sanslang? What the hell is this name? Xiliangren?

At this time, there were shouts on the sidelines, and Chu Minghui was running wildly in his sight, probably being hit too much, he also became fierce, and slammed into the Wuling teenagers who were blocking in front of him.

The cheers were thunderous.

This atmosphere also infected Chu Minghui, and he raised his hands and shouted at the audience on the sidelines in response.

The cheers were even more shocking.

A few of the old men sitting in the colorful shed couldn't help but clench their fists and shout hello, and after shouting, they were a little ashamed, as if they had entered a casino and a judge, wasn't it just a goal?

The counter signs on the side of the pitch changed, and black and white were about to tie.

Guo Baoer clapped her hands.

"Ha, ha. She said, looking at Liu Wu'er who was sitting on the side, "It seems that Miss Liu, you are about to have a good time." ”

Liu Wu'er smiled.

"It's still early. She said, shaking the fan and the wind was light.

Guo Baoer pursed her lips and looked at the middle of the field, and with the cheers on the sidelines, the game in the field began again.

Liu Chunyang spat out, looking at the young man of Changle Club who was waving and laughing at each other, his eyes fell on the young man who was always standing on the edge quietly..... it was not that he deliberately stood in the corner, that was his position.

"Kill that... Mitsuro. Liu Chunyang said to the teenagers around him.

The teenagers nodded and dispersed.

………

"Ahhh

Zhang Bao, who was standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists, stomped his feet, blushed and shouted, which made the people next to him a little unbearable.

“.. As long as you're on the field, you'll get the ball. The companions reassured, "Your Ziqing is not special. ”

Zhang Bao ignored it.

"Those who can play are special!" he said, staring at Xue Qing on the field with an excited expression, and suddenly opened his mouth and screamed, which startled the people around him.

"Be careful!" Zhang shouted with his fists clenched.

… Xue Qing was running in front of and behind him, and there were young men in white shirts and green pants coming over him, and the young man behind him raised his feet fiercely....

The spectators on the sidelines of the shed could see clearly and shouted.

… Bang....

The man fell to the ground and screamed.

The timid girl looked through her fingers, but saw that the surrounded boy was still standing in place, and the Wuling boy who had slid to lift his feet fell to the ground....his feet were shoveled on the ball, not on someone else's legs.

The ball seemed to have bounced out, Zhang Shuangtong was running past, his shoulder resisted, and the ball hit the ground in front of him and ran away.

“… Damn, you're still running away when someone hurts you..."Liu Chunyang scolded angrily.

But Zhang Shuangtong ran too fast, and the others couldn't help but follow, there was no ball here, there was no attention, and in the blink of an eye, everyone ran away, leaving only the young man who fell to the ground holding his legs and wailing.

Liu Chunyang had no choice but to take the teenagers to continue to chase and block.

“… You're blind, where are you kicking...", he scolded angrily as he passed by the fallen young man.

The young man hugged his legs and feet, his face turned pale, strange that he was obviously kicking his legs, and he didn't know how it turned into a ball, and how could the ball have so much strength that it actually hit his leg and broke it.....

The people around him ran away and left him lying alone, no one cared about him for the time being, fortunately Zhang Shuangtong's ball was finally stopped, and he didn't kick the hole....After a game, the boy was carried down, and the doctor waiting on the sidelines stepped forward to check and signal for a replacement.

This made Liu Chunyang scold his mother again, and even hurt another one, could it be that the sentence he said before was unlucky?

..... is more than people, we are more than others, one by one falls, and we are the ones who win in the end.....

But now the point is that his people are still falling, and the other person's people are not.

It's not okay to fall like this.

"That Misahiro, there's a problem. A teenager said suddenly.

Liu Chunyang's apricot eyes flashed, yes, in this way, the three people who were injured were all because of when they were facing this Sanlang... How can there be so many coincidences.

This kid....

Liu Chunyang looked at the young people of the Changle Club gathered over there, and the three Langs were small and crowded in a trance.

"Substitutions. He waved his hand with hatred, "We must win this game." ”

Otherwise, it would have become a joke for them to hurt so many people, not to mention that the prefect was watching it himself.

The teenagers naturally understood that they were solemn in unison, raising their feet to play.

Liu Chunyang paused again.

"Watch out for that, Mijiro. He said.

It's just a moment, and from killing that Misaburo to being careful... This change is big enough, and the teenagers look at each other and their hearts throb a little.

On the other side, looking at the excited teenagers, Zhang Liantang looked solemn.

"We've got to win this one. He said.

If the Wuling Society is fierce this time, if it can't win, the momentum of the young people of the Changle Society will be hit, and it will be even more difficult to compete with the Wuling Editorial in the future.

The teenagers' expressions at this time are not as firm as before....although no one is injured anymore, but they are fighting too hard, can they win if they continue like this?

"I'm going to make a substitution. Zhang Liantang continued.

Guo Zi'an, who was standing on the side, and the other two took a step forward.

"I'm fine," Guo Zi'an shouted.

But Zhang Liantang looked at Xue Qing.

"Misahiro. He said, "From now on, you will make the ball head for me." ”

Creak... Everyone present was stunned and turned their heads to look at Xue Qing who was standing behind.

Xue Qing said: "Okay." ”。