"Come on, you try", the ball stopped and rolled to the feet of Zhengji, Li Weiping signaled to Zhengjidao.

Zhengji didn't say much, nodded, and according to Li Weiping's method, with the same gentle pick, the football flew half a foot high and landed on his instep.

A minute later, Li Weiping looked at Zhengji's handy ball with dull eyes, the football seemed to be glued to the instep of Zhengji's feet by 502 glue, and it fluctuated in a fixed arc, even the one he had just turned was even better!

"Masaki, haven't you really studied football?" Li Weiping swallowed his saliva and said as he looked at the political discipline complicated.

"No," Zhengji kept kicking the ball, and there was still time to turn around and look at Li Weiping shook his head and replied.

"Okay, juggling the ball, I think you've already passed the level, then the next thing is to dribble the ball, which is also the most important thing to play football", Li Weiping's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, the higher the talent of Zhengji, the happier he became, which means that he is more successful as a Bole.

Masaki stopped the ball and dialed it back at the feet of Li Weiping, waiting for his demonstration.

"Dribbling the ball is divided into instep dribbling (straight dribbling) and in-foot dribbling and outside dribbling, each with its own focus and benefits........" Li Weiping trotted with the ball, demonstrating the teaching content he wanted to express, and Zhengji, he lowered his head and watched Li Weiping's foot movements intently, and the three hooks of the pupils slowly rotated, copying the movements one by one.

"Catch! Now run with the ball! Li Weiping stopped, saw Zhengji's serious look, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he kicked the ball to Zhengji's feet unexpectedly.

Zhengji did not pause, directly took the ball, and under Li Weiping's concerned gaze, he accelerated, and his toes suddenly flicked the football, and the football rushed out more than ten meters away.

"It's too hard to dribble with the ball, it's far away!" A look of understanding flashed in Li Weiping's eyes, Zhengji is a novice in the end, this ball is a mistake of Zhengji in his eyes, it is obvious that he kicked too hard, but the next second he held the words that were about to be said in his chest, just now he only paid attention to the ball, but he didn't find that Zhengji's figure appeared next to the football ten meters away in the next second almost at the same time as the ball went out, and he actually chased the football!

And football, the old force has been exhausted, the new force has not been born, just stopped at the toe position of the political discipline, as if it is a tacit partner, political discipline and football, like an invisible chain tied, straight sprint, that kind of speed, almost the athlete 100 meters sprint!

However, the next shock to him is obviously far more than that, the football is on the tip of his toes, as if it is equipped with a positioning device, the figure of the political discipline suddenly rushed left and right, and changed direction again and again, and the dribbling in one direction can no longer satisfy the political discipline, but so, the football is still tightly attached to his feet, and changes his own movement state with his emergency stop and direction, without leaving the range of half a meter from the political discipline!

With the ball dribbling at his feet and a smile on his lips, Masaki realized that playing football was not as difficult as he thought.

"Shhh As for Li Weiping, he was completely stunned by Zhengji's "performance" at the moment, Zhengji's speed, his control over football, he didn't look like a novice at the moment, and even from the change of direction of the dribble just now, he was not weak at all! It can even be said that it is more than that!

"Is he really a newbie?" Li Weiping's mind couldn't help but have such a doubt, it's not that he doesn't believe in political discipline, but the performance of political discipline really shouldn't be the height that a newcomer who has just come into contact with football can achieve!

But this idea has just emerged, and he has been suppressed by himself, to say that others may deceive him, but this is Zhengji, he is not a lonely country man, he fully knows the identity of Zhengji, a famous singer, and an entrepreneur, so there is no need to hide anything in this regard, which does not benefit him in the slightest.

"Coach, is this okay?" While thinking about it, Masaki had already run back from the opposite side of the court with the ball, and asked without panting when he saw that Li Weiping was not red.

"Physical strength is also good", Li Weiping saw Zhengji's relaxed appearance, and his evaluation of him was even higher in his heart.

"It's good, it's that you should take the ball within your control during the game in the future to prevent it from being snatched away by the opponent", Li Weiping didn't know how to evaluate it, so he could only remind.

"I see," Masaki nodded, not arguing, his speed he knew for himself, the range of the dribble just now, he was sure that no one would be able to cut it off.

An hour later, Li Weiping looked at Zhengji who was tossing and turning with a football in the grass, the excitement and satisfaction in his eyes were overflowing, until this moment, he was finally sure that he had dug up the treasure, and Zhengji's performance in this hour made him even feel shocked! No matter what actions he makes in teaching political discipline, it doesn't take much, as long as he demonstrates it once, the best political discipline can be mastered!

This terrifying talent once made him feel that Masaki was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and even had the illusion that Masaki was not a professional football player.

"Marseille slalom", "man ball passing", "stepping on a bicycle" and even the extremely difficult "ox tail" passing, these actions, he only demonstrated to Zheng Ji once, Zheng Ji can completely copy the general made, and even more smooth!

"Zhang Peng! Take a break! Masaki you go and try it! Suddenly, Li Weiping shouted to a tall student who was training, and then turned back and waved at Zhengji.

"Okay!" The young man named Zhang Peng wiped the sweat from his face, ran to the field, walked to Zhengji's side, and smiled at Zhengji, if it was someone else, he might not be willing, but this is Zhengji, his favorite star!

"Politics! Come on, let me try your skills", Qin Fengrin also heard the coach's voice, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand at Zhengji.

Masaki nodded with a smile and walked to the scene, to be honest, after watching it for so long and practicing for so long, he was also a little itchy.

A whistle blew, the training match officially began, Zhengji and Qin Fenglin were naturally one family, and the other party was a volunteer sparring team member from other classes in the department, and his strength was not weak, and he had lost to the class competition in the department.

"Where do I play?" After the scene, Masaki thought of the most important thing and casually asked a teammate next to him.

"Zhang Peng was a Feng just now, I think Zhengji you are also a Feng", a member of the team next to him was obviously a little excited, he didn't expect that one day he would compete with Zhengji.

"Oh, thanks, by the way, I forgot to ask you, what does Feng do?" Zhengji threw out a little white question again, which made the teammates on the side a little speechless.

"The striker is the sharp knife and the main scorer of the team's offense. The range of activity is mainly in the vicinity of the opponent's penalty area in the front field. The main responsibility is to use skilled passing skills and breakthrough ability to break through the opponent's defense, find and create fighters, and score goals", explained his teammates to Masaki without tire.

"So my goal is to find a way to score goals, right?" Masaki nodded and concluded.

"Well, so to speak", the teammates around him suddenly got better, what kind of performance will the political discipline who doesn't know anything about football have?

"Politics! Catch! Suddenly, with a shout, Qin Fenglin interspersed with the ball from the side, and two opposing players had already outflanked Qin Fengrin's side when he ran at high speed, Qin Fenglin saw that Zhengji was more than thirty meters away in front of the left, and shouted and passed the ball.

The football rushed straight from the air in front of Masaki, whether it was an opponent or a teammate, everyone's eyes were on Masaki.

"Slap", accompanied by a soft sound, the football did not reach the feet of Masaki, but to the feet of the opponent who had just explained the position to Masaki, he smiled at Masaki "Hehe", turned around and ran towards the goal with the ball.

"It was broken", such a thought appeared in everyone's hearts, it was obvious that both Qiu Zhengji and Qin Fengrin were responsible, one did not take the initiative to intercept, and the other passed was a little short, and was intercepted by others.

However, in the next second, everyone's expressions froze on their faces, because the player who didn't wait for the political ball to smile for a few seconds, and the next moment the ball under his feet had lost its tracks.

"Brother, it's not kind to take advantage of the sneak attack when I'm not paying attention", there was a ridiculous voice in his ears, and his expression suddenly seemed to be a ghost, he clearly remembered that the start after the ball was broken just now, and before Masaki had time to react, his speed-type striker had already taken the ball out of more than ten meters away, but who was the voice in his ears now!

Before he could react, as soon as the words fell, one foot reached over and accurately crossed the ball under his feet.

He was stunned in place, looking at Masaki who had been running towards his goal unhurriedly with the ball, he couldn't say a word, and even forgot to defend, mainly because Masaki's elusive kung fu was too scary, not that he bragged, even if he ran with the ball, his speed was not something that ordinary people could chase for a while!

He didn't see what happened, but the others saw the details clearly!

After he ran more than ten meters with the ball just now, Zhengji suddenly started, "Quiet as a virgin, moving like a cunning rabbit," this sentence is probably the most appropriate to describe the Zhengji just now, people almost feel that there is a flower in front of them, Zhengji has rushed to the back of the ball breaker, that speed, it is simply amazing! Give them the illusion that a 100-meter track and field athlete has crossed over to the field!

Li Weiping, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at this scene happily with a satisfied look in his eyes, the speed of political discipline is enough!