"Chu Xian is here! Come on! ”

At half past one in the afternoon, when Chu Xian came to the sports field wearing his jersey and sneakers, his roommate and several other classmates were already waiting on the plastic track outside the field.

Although this college-based team competition is theoretically a matter of honor for all students from freshman to senior year, except for the players' friends, girlfriends, and some sports enthusiasts who have time to spare, the other students do not care about the activity at all, and the spectators of the School of Philosophy and the School of Statistics together are less than a football field, compared to the smaller basketball and volleyball games.

"Huh? I didn't expect a lot of girls to come to cheer, are there any fans of yours among them? ”

During Chu Xian's warm-up in the stadium, the Soviet goddess Katyusha, who only he could see, was still chattering beside him, and the nameless fire generated by Chu Xian's pitiful gaze at noon came and went as fast as it came.

And in front of everyone's eyes, Chu Xian didn't turn his face to speak into the air. He just raised his hand expressionlessly and pushed down his reflective glasses, and then said to Katyusha, who was looking at him with a gossipy face:

"No, it's basically the player's girlfriend and his girlfriend's girlfriend's roommate, and I haven't seen someone's fan or anything in the school team."

"Huh? You're even on the varsity team, huh? ”

"Please have a little more confidence in me, thank you. Our school is not famous for its sports talents, and the attitude of participating in various competitions is to focus on participation. ”

In the face of Katyusha's questioning, although Chu Xian did not suddenly turn her face angrily like she did at noon, she also euphemistically expressed her dissatisfaction, but Katyusha replied with a pouting unabashedly:

"It's because you played so poorly and you didn't save the team like a hero that you don't have fans at all!

If you can lead the whole team to win alone, I think there will be a few girls who will follow you. ”

"Uh...... I couldn't argue with it. But even Messi can't lead Argentina to the World Cup alone, so I can't help it.

It's almost time, you go to the sidelines. No one else can see you or touch you, but when I'm playing, I'm disturbed - after all, there's always a figure around me that slotheres. ”

"Hmph...... Okay, okay, then I'll watch you perform from afar.

Give me a better play! Anyway, you are also a 'saint', don't lose my face! ”

Before the game was about to start, Chu Xian "drove" Katyusha to the sidelines. The teams then lined up in two lines next to the halfway line, followed the three referees into the pitch and tossed a coin, then shook hands one by one, before the referee finally blew the opening whistle for the silent game, which was not even explained.

"Beep-!"

The first side to kick off was Chu Xian's Philosophy Academy, the No. 9 striker passed the ball to Chu Xian wearing the No. 10 jersey, and Chu Xian turned the ball back to the No. 4 midfield, and the formation of the two sides quickly penetrated from their respective halves to the front of the 30-meter area of the opponent's half.

The Philosophy Academy's jersey is the blue home jersey of the Italian national team, and the formation they use is also the traditional 4-3-1-2 of the Italian team, and the core of the midfield is Chu Xian, the main striker of the academy team and the school team.

Although the opposing sides are basically amateur players among amateur players, they also play football often and do not play in a mess. The football fell a few times in the backfield of the Academy of Philosophy and then passed to Chu Xian, who retreated to get the ball, but this ball was not only not of high quality, but also very eyeless, and it didn't even look like a ball that a person studying philosophy should pass.

The center forward of the School of Statistics, who is more than 1.9 meters tall, was not far in front of Chu Xian, but the ball from the right center forward of the School of Philosophy passed between the opposing center and Chu Xian. Chu Xian had to take a few steps forward to control the ball at his feet, and the opponent's big center also rushed over unceremoniously, wanting to take advantage of Chu Xian's unstable ball to poke the ball from the side and back, and the big body like a wall crashed directly into him!

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, the big man center, who was two circles larger than Chu Xian, not only failed to hit Chu Xian, who was a little thin, but was forcefully pushed back by Chu Xian, who had lowered his center of gravity in advance, and his chest was a little uncomfortable by his shoulder. With the help of the impact of the opponent from behind, Chu Xian, who turned around to pull the ball, quickly moved forward, and immediately rushed towards the opponent's half with the ball, leaving the big man center who had to stop far behind.

got rid of the center forward of the Statistics Academy, and the midfield of the opponent's Barcelona-style 4-3-3 formation appeared a large open space for Chu Xian to gallop. He strode with the ball like Kaka, and went straight between the opponent's two central midfielders and the midfielder, the opposing two central midfielders glanced at each other from a distance, and they all chose to stick to their positions and let Chu Xian and their backs go head-to-head!

"This way!"

Seeing that he had broken into the thirty-meter area, the double forwards on Chu Xian's side immediately retreated to respond, and the three of them surrounded each other's back waists in the middle in a triangle. However, the two of them enjoyed the close marking treatment of the other party's two central defenders, and the two central midfielders on both sides of Chu Xian's back were also marked by the opponent's central defenders - it can also be said that they involved the opponent's central midfielders, making them unable to help the opponent's back waist to assist in defense, creating a favorable environment for Chu Xian to create one-on-one with the opponent's back!

"Bang!"

Chu Xian boldly tried to break through, but the opponent's back responded quite quickly, stretched out a leg and hooked the ball, and the two of them kicked each other across the ball, making a huge sound that resounded throughout the field!

Although the height of the opponent's back waist is similar to Chu Xian's, but his body size is a circle larger than him, he was originally the type to look thin while wearing clothes, and the opponent's back waist was a hurried kick in passiveness, and the center of gravity of the body did not have time to move at all, and he was forcibly hooked by him with the ball. It's a pity that he lost his speed after barely breaking through the opponent's back, and was immediately entangled by the opponent's back, who was the captain, unyieldingly.

But in this case, Chu Xuan was able to continue to push forward with his slightly thin body to carry the opponent's back, and this hairy bear-style kick that was not afraid of physical confrontation finally received Katyusha's excited applause:

"Good! I didn't expect you to be so hard when you played!

Just rush over and shoot! Ulalalala~~~"

In Katyusha's enthusiastic anticipation, Chu Xian launched a ...... Chu Xian did not launch a Soviet-style "Long Live Charge". Seeing that the opponent's left centre-back had given up marking his right midfielder and was running towards him quickly, he calmly flicked his ankle and discreetly sent the ball to the gap that appeared after the opponent's left centre-back moved.

"Good shot!"

Although his right striker was a little sluggish, he was able to touch the ball before the left centre-back turned to chase back, and in the face of the ultra-amateur goalkeeper who was holding the goal, he took the ball to the edge of the six-yard box before firing the ball into the huge goal that was eight yards (7.32 meters) long and eight feet (2.44 meters) high.

The ball is in!

1 to 0!!