With the cheers of the high 2.11 class, the second half of the ball game officially started, it was his own class that served first, Zhang Shihao took the ball, this guy was very fast in the short distance, and the level of dribbling was also good, Ye Bihuang was very relieved by him with the ball, so he rushed directly towards the opponent's goal, trying to occupy a good position first, and then shoot directly if possible.

Ye Bihuang is still quite confident in the accuracy of his shots.

"Holy!" Just as Ye Bihuang heard Zhang Shihao's national scolding and looked back to see what was going on, he found that Zhang Shihao took two steps back, and the opponent's red No. 11 player snatched the football from his feet, and then ran all the way to the goal of his class.

And just now, because the people in my class were too confident, half of them passed the half, so now the internal emptiness of my class is empty.

"Back to defense, back to defense!" Li Yong shouted.

But it's too late, Ye Bihuang is too far ahead, this is a small game, so the attack and replay speed are very fast, the opponent has already attacked outside his own goal, and now it is impossible to return to defense.

"Uhhh

As the opponent's red No. 11 kicked off, the face of the player in the 2.11 class was not so good-looking, because the opponent's ball was too tricky, and he actually scored the goal close to the upper left corner of the goal.

The score is 2:1.

The high 2.11 class trailed by 1 point.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Shihao walked up to Ye Bihuang, Li Yong, and Li Kuan Yao, and said in a low voice.

Ye Bihuang patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, play hard next, we will definitely win, this second half has just begun, and there are still forty minutes." ”

To be honest, Ye Bihuang didn't expect the other party to come off the court as soon as he came on the field.

Lee Kuan Yew said: "Brother Huang, except for No. 11 and No. 9, the other three have changed, they are fighting wheel battles!" ”

"You don't have to worry about this, just focus on playing your own ball." Ye Bihuang saw that his team members were a little impetuous, and patted Lee Kuan Yew's shoulder, "Calm down, won't you lose a point." ”

In fact, Ye Bihuang was thinking in his heart, he had to get this point in his hands immediately, otherwise wouldn't the other party die proudly? That was his own carelessness just now, otherwise as long as he was in the midfield, that person would definitely not be able to get this point.

The goalkeeper served Qiao Yonglei to serve, Ye Bihuang directly hooked the ball to his feet, and then began a short period of personal show, his speed is very fast, almost no different from the speed of a single 100-meter race.

No one can catch up with him in the 100-meter race, so neither can he on this field, even if he has a football with him.

The opponent's red No. 9 rushed directly towards Ye Bihuang in the midfield, he was fierce and extremely powerful, and the audience who were close to the outside couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Ye Bihuang saw that the other party was very fierce, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he kicked the ball towards the other party violently, the red No. 9 didn't expect Ye Bihuang to kick the ball at him, he was suddenly stunned, and his steps were a little confused.

Ye Bihuang took advantage of this moment and gently passed by the red No. 9, which was a perfect human ball pass.

"Peng—"

This small game, the rhythm is much faster than the big field, no, Ye Bihuang just took a few steps past the midfield, and he could shoot directly with his feet, and the angle he chose was also very tricky, and the ball rushed to the upper right corner of the goal at a very fast speed.

With a muffled sound, the ball hit the goal post on the right, then deflected sharply into the goal.

When Ye Bihuang raised his fist high, the sunlight seemed to suddenly become much more violent, yes, much more violent, Ye Bihuang was like a warrior standing in the sun, quite a savior.

2:2。

All the students watching from the outside of the football stadium were already dumbfounded, watching the football game for so long, but the intensity of scoring two goals in a row in the first five minutes of the game has not been seen since the start of the Winter Games.

It's so exciting!

"Damn, Brother Huang is fierce enough!" Lee Kuan Yew cheered and ran to Ye Bihuang's side, hugged Ye Bihuang's arm with a big slap, and laughed.

Ye Bihuang snapped his hand away: "Don't be like this, don't let others doubt my sexual orientation." ”

"My day!" Lee Kuan Yew touched his hurt hand and said with a smile, "Brother Huang, how many goals are you going to score next?" ”

"Seventy or eighty balls, it depends on the situation, haha." At this time, Ye Bihuang happened to pass by the red No. 9 and No. 11, and the two walked towards their goal with a smile

"Damn, Brother Cheng, these two guys are too blind, they really owe a beating." Red No. 9 vs. No. 11 Road.

Brother Cheng, his name is Cheng Haoqi, he is a main member of the school's football team, he is tall, tough, and he kicks football very fiercely, he is a good player in the school, because he is more bold, so over time, he has a circle of people around him, and gradually became a boss of the school, although his boss is much weaker than that Yang Ziming or the like, but he can be regarded as able to speak.

Red No. 11, that is, Cheng Haoqi, looked at Ye Bihuang and gritted his teeth lightly: "It's okay, don't you just score a broken ball, we can score again, and we'll see how I beat them up." In fact, he still resents Ye Bihuang, he just scored a goal, he should have been the focus of everyone's attention at least in a short period of time, if he is lucky, he can continue to pay attention to the end of the game, and become the savior of saving his class ball game.

But who would have thought that this dream would be shattered in just three or four minutes, and the guy who shattered this dream was the guy who just came on the court and wore the purple No. 7 jersey.

He ran so fast, and with such accuracy.

Next is the red goalkeeper serves, the red number 11 dribbles, he is the main force of the school team, he is still more confident in his own dribble, the result of the first half also proves that he can go through two or three people alone.

Just when he was rushing forward, preparing to copy Ye Bihuang's sharp movements just now, and also preparing to shoot directly, with Ye Bihuang's strong stimulation, he even felt that his hormone secretion at the moment was much higher than usual, and he could also play beyond water.

Just as he was sprinting excitedly, suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt a lightness under his feet, and his whole body staggered, almost falling to the ground.

No way!

The red No. 11 didn't react at all, his ball was robbed, and he staggered back to see that it was the purple No. 7.

Damn it!

Cheng Haoqi's heart roared and rose up.

There is no doubt that the ball that was snatched by Ye Bihuang has never made a mistake.

With a score of 3:2, the high 2.11 class led its opponent for the first time since the start of the football final.

Cheng Haoqi walked towards Ye Bihuang with the members of his class: "You are Ye Bihuang?" ”

Ye Bihuang raised his eyebrows: "Yes, is there something wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's said that you've been in the limelight lately." Cheng Haoqi: This is obviously a provocation.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose: "I don't know about these, if you can, you may know by asking your classmates." ”

"Humph! Scored two goals, very proud, we walked and pinched. "Red No. 11 is becoming more and more unpleasant to see Ye Bihuang, and he has never seen such an unknown student.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "Then we'll see." ”

Generally speaking, when the other party is arrogant, he doesn't like to interrupt the other party, because the longer he is arrogant, the more uncomfortable he will feel when he finally finds out that he is the cricket that has been teased.

Because it was a high 2.11 class and scored another goal, it was still the other party's serve, this time the other party learned to be obedient, although it was still the red-clothed No. 11 with the ball, but there were two people around him to follow, observing the movements of Ye Bihuang's side, if someone approached, they stepped forward and squeezed with their bodies to prevent the other party from approaching. Then the people behind continued to take over.

Not to mention, this effect is quite good, at least Ye Bihuang thinks it's pretty good.

But even if it is an iron wall, it is like paper paste in his opinion, let alone the two of them, Ye Bihuang said hello to Lee Kuan Yew and Zhang Shihao, and the two of them rushed up directly with great interest, leading the two people around the other party's red No. 11 to the side, just as the two people behind the other party were about to come up to replace them, Ye Bihuang rushed up at lightning speed, and cut it off again.

"Holy!" Cheng Haoqi couldn't help but scold, watching his side lose the ball and the opponent score, no one would feel good about that feeling.

Ye Bihuang snapped his fingers, accompanied by the cheers of the audience, basically the outcome of this ball game has been decided, there are 20 minutes left, the strength of the two sides is in a stalemate state when Ye Bihuang has not yet played, and now Ye Bihuang is on the field, and directly gave the other party two big slaps, is it still the other party still capable of turning defeat into victory?

Undoubtedly, it can't be

After another ten minutes, the opponent's red No. 11 stood in front of Ye Bihuang's goal, ready to raise his foot to shoot.

"Peng!"

Ye Bihuang was not afraid of death, and directly had a fight with him, his skills were very good, and he did not let the other party get hurt. But the feeling of standing at the top and preparing to shoot was suddenly hit by the opponent was very hurt.

"I'm a muddy horse!" Cheng Haoqi was almost driven crazy by Ye Bihuang, he had never seen such a player, he shot the goal, he didn't dodge, and even rushed up to grab the ball.

Cheng Haoqi kicked at Ye Bihuang in anger, okay! Since you won't let me play, I'll kick you, see if you're awesome!

Because most of the calls outside the court were for Ye Bihuang, he was unbalanced in his heart.

Originally, Ye Bihuang was preparing to counterattack with the ball, but suddenly he felt that someone behind him was stretching out his foot and preparing to kick himself, Ye Bihuang turned around in an instant, stepped on Cheng Haoqi's foot with a slight lift of his leg, and then punched Cheng Haoqi's chest.

Hearing the sound of Peng's door, Cheng Haoqi took two steps back, he rubbed his chest and frowned.

"Brother Cheng! Are you okay. ”

"You see Lao Tzu has nothing to do, it hurts me to death, give it to me, kill him!"