Before the game, no one on either side could have imagined that the game would start like this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the previous level of the two teams, either the history department is struggling to support now, or the history department has been poured one or two, instead of the current one-goal lead of the history department.

All of this is because there is an extra freak in the history team: He Fei.

He Fei is more fierce than the legendary players known as "can't run" Nedved and Davis, and he runs around with the ball throughout the game without panting.

The overall strength of the Chinese Literature Department is obviously superior, but he was overwhelmed by He Fei's style of play, and the rhythm was chaotic, and he didn't know how to play.

The history team is playing much smoother now.

They just need to wait for He Fei to grab the ball and pass it to them, and then they can organize an attack.

It doesn't matter if they fail to attack, He Fei will either snatch the ball back at the first time, or kick the ball off the field at the first time, without giving the Department of Chinese Literature any chance.

Seeing that the time is getting less and less, and the result of 1-0 is about to be maintained until the end, the players of the Chinese language department are anxious.

"It's out!" The Chinese team with Cao Ding as the core pressed hard, leaving only two defenders to lag behind, and the other eight players all scored in the half of the history department.

The two sides fought fiercely in the half of the history department, and the scene was particularly hot.

"Ouch!" In the face of He Fei's pressing, Cao Ding suddenly fell to the ground, covering his ankles with both hands, rolling on the ground, and his face was in pain.

A large group of people gathered around and asked with concern, "Cao Ding, are you okay?" ”

"Cao Ding, what's wrong?"

Cao Ding said very painfully: "He Fei...... Stomped on my feet! ”

Only then did He Fei understand why Cao Ding was lying on the ground for no reason, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Cao Ding, didn't you say that you want me to see what it means to play football?" It turns out that your so-called football is a fraud, it's really shameless! ”

He Fei's sarcasm immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the players in the Chinese language department, and they all glared at He Fei as if they wanted to fight.

The players from the history department also ran over to protect He Fei, and there were signs that the scene was out of control.

"He Fei is too vicious, this kind of black foot is also down!"

"Where did you see He Fei's black feet, it's obviously Cao Ding from your department who is acting!"

The players on the field are arguing, and the girl cheerleaders outside the field are also arguing, as if they want to use the quarrel to divide the winner.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the referee hurriedly pulled away the players from both sides, and then showed He Fei a yellow card.

After eating a yellow card for no reason, He Fei's hot temper suddenly came up: "Referee, you didn't even figure out the matter and punished like this, what's fair?" ”

The teacher who was the referee was asked by He Fei, although he felt that he was at a loss, but in order to maintain his image, he could only make mistakes: "You must obey the referee on the court, what kind of football do you play if you don't understand this rule?" ”

"I don't have any opinion if there is a misjudgment for some reason that is really hard to judge. But did any of you see me stepping on Cao Ding with my foot, referee, teacher, did you see it? ”

He Fei said angrily, "You didn't see it, because I didn't step on it at all!" Just because you didn't see it, just because Cao Ding's fake fall awarded me a yellow card, where is the fairness? ”

was questioned by He Fei, the referee's face was very unbearable, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry: "That's how I judged, if you want to talk nonsense again and contradict the referee, I will give you a red card!" ”

"Hehe, it's still majestic!" He Fei sneered again and again, "It is precisely because Huaxia has a tasteless player like Cao Ding, who is hollowed out and cheats, and a referee like you, that Huaxia football will become a big joke!" ”

A large group of players from the history department immediately pulled He Fei behind him, and Xu Zhibin hurriedly apologized to the referee teacher: "He Fei was pulled up by me to make up the numbers, I don't understand the rules, don't mind, teacher!" ”

In fact, many people knew that Cao Ding was cheating, but the referee didn't see it, and the misjudgment was normal, and a yellow card was nothing, so He Fei was too serious, so he stopped He Fei.

Besides, the scene is in their favor, but they can't be sent off because of He Fei's impulsiveness, and then the situation is reversed!

Seeing that these students of the history department were still familiar with each other, the referee teacher probably felt that he had misjudged just now, so he didn't care much about it, and awarded a direct free kick to the team of the Department of Chinese Literature.

Xu Zhibin knew that He Fei had a straight temper and was about to comfort He Fei a few words, but he didn't expect He Fei to stand back in his position as if he was fine, which made Xu Zhibin secretly surprised: "What's wrong with the third child?" How did you stop getting angry so quickly? ”

How did he know that He Fei was brewing a big "massacre" to take revenge on the other party.

Cao Ding stood up, deliberately limped and jumped a few times, and then stood up pretending to be in pain.

His teammates asked with concern, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay, it's still holding up." Cao Ding snorted twice and stood in front of the football, "I'll take this free kick." ”

"Okay." The other players stood up one after another, waiting for Cao Ding to take the free kick.

The goalkeeper of the history team looked nervous as if he were facing a great enemy.

The position of this free-kick was too close to the penalty area, and Cao Ding's free-kick kung fu is famous in school.

Bang!

Run-ups, swing legs, shoot!

The football flew over the top of the human wall placed by the history team, drawing a semi-circular arc and hanging directly on the dead corner of the history team.

The ball is in!

"Tick-"

The referee blew the whistle, and the score of the two sides became 1-1!

"Oh yes!"

"Goal!"

A group of members of the Department of Chinese Literature hugged each other and celebrated, and the players of the Department of History were all depressed and annoyed.

Cao Ding showed a contemptuous and provocative smile towards He Fei, He Fei looked at the other party coldly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Wait, you'll have you all looking good in a while!

This time, the history team kicked off, and as soon as the middle circle kicked off, He Fei grabbed the ball at the feet of his team members and quickly took the ball into the opponent's crowd.

"Holy! Is this guy crazy? ”

"Who does he think he is? Messi or Ronaldo? ”

Not only were the players from the Department of Chinese Literature shocked, but the players from the Department of History were also full of compulsion, and they couldn't understand what kind of plane He Fei was doing.

Didn't he improvise the game to make up the numbers? Do you think you're lucky enough to score a goal and think you can single-handedly pick up an entire team?

Shocked or questioned, He Fei really took the ball into the opponent's crowd.

Two Chinese language players sandwiched He Fei, and He Fei gave the two of them a very easy pick.

Another one came up, He Fei pulled the ball one by one, and passed another one, directly facing the four defenders of the opposing party.

"Oh my god, when did his footwork get so good?"

"It can't be!"

"Stop, stop him!"

The two defenders hurriedly grabbed it, and He Fei raised his foot to shoot without thinking about it.

Bang!

The ball flew straight to the top left corner of the goal, and it was extremely fast.

The goalkeeper of the Chinese language department didn't have time to react at all, and the ball went into the net! (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )