"If it weren't for the coincidence that I met you again in the car, I wouldn't have told you what I saw this morning." The yellow-haired young man stilted Erlang's legs and silently smoked a cigarette, and the middle-aged man next to him immediately helped light it.

Although it was on the bus, none of the gang blamed him. Instead, I hope he smoked a cigarette and continued.

"It's all fate, brother." The man in the front row turned his head and said expectantly.

The yellow-haired young man spewed out a smoke ring, and his expression looked very calm and calm—or rather, extremely pretended.

"When I got off the bus in the morning, I changed two times in a row. Around nine o'clock, I was halfway up the mountain. But do you know that when you were halfway up the mountain, there were some accidents. The yellow-haired young man skillfully flicked the ashes of his cigarette, trying to turn himself into an old man full of stories. It's a pity that his childish face and slightly clear eyes betrayed him.

"What accident?" The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and asked.

"Could it be that there is a problem with the fleet?" The man in the front row was also interested.

"It's not that the fleet is in trouble." The yellow-haired young man shook his head and pursed his lips. "Between nine and half past nine in the morning, the winding mountain road was closed for about half an hour. It was not the police, but the behind-the-scenes commander of the convoy. ”

"Road closures?" The audience was surprised, and the middle-aged man asked even more strangely. "They have a lot of courage. Aren't you afraid of being troubled by the police? ”

"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have made such a big fight." The yellow-haired young man sneered and continued. "Why are there road closures? It's because the mysterious faucet of the Knife Club wants to do something! ”

Huang Mao bit the three words of doing things very hard, glanced at the nearby audience meaningfully, and said in a low voice: "You should understand what I mean, right?" ”

A few older men nodded slightly, but a few young people asked, "What do you need to do to close the road?" That's too overbearing, isn't it? ”

Huang Mao narrowed his eyes slightly, pretended to glance at them deeply, and said lightly: "This time the knife will make such a big battle, it will naturally become famous, who will be the most affected at that time?" As the saying goes, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and there will always be people who want to sabotage the plans of the Little Knife Society-"

The listeners sighed and came to their senses. Then, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses and said in a low voice: "Since the time limit for road closure is only half an hour, it is natural to divide the winner and loser." So—"

He didn't continue, but Huang Mao understood what he meant, and continued to lower his voice: "Anyway, I can tell you that in the end, the convoy of the Little Knife Society continued to get on the bus, and the group of people who stood in the way were stuffed into several cars and sent down the mountain. ”

The middle-aged man gasped, and the people in the way were sent down the mountain by the car of the Little Knife Society. What does this mean?

Young people or migrant workers don't know what happened three years ago, but middle-aged men know it. Legend has it that the knife was removed from the list back then, and it had an inescapable relationship with Qiao Ba, the leader of the Southern District. Now that the knife will regroup, he is naturally the most unwilling. According to Huang Mao's meaning, this confrontation between the knife club and Qiao Ba turned out to be a big victory.

A bold knife will! It is worthy of the knife club that was all the rage back then! As soon as he came out of the mountain, he was able to suppress the powerful Qiao Ba!

"Did you see that mysterious dragon head of the Knife Society?" The middle-aged man then asked.

"I saw it—" Huang Mao said with a bitter heart. "But you know, people like them go to pay their respects, and it's certain that they're going to lock down the scene. You don't know that not only are their own brothers blocking the road, but even the police are worried about what will happen to them and help block the scene. At that time, there were probably dozens of bastards like me who were curious and obsessed with the knife club. All peeked with binoculars from a distance. But because of the rain, the sight is really not good. ”

"Did you see this mysterious man?" The rest of the audience asked curiously.

"All I can say is that this mysterious aura is extremely powerful. As soon as he appeared, almost everyone opened a path for him. Even the police officers were very quiet. ”

"Is it handsome? Tall or not? ”

Several high school girls excitedly asked, and one of the girls dressed as a little sister handed him a Chinese stick, and asked, "Is it as cool as it is on TV?" ”

Huang Mao took the cigarette with peace of mind, lit it and took a deep breath, skillfully flicked the ashes of the cigarette and said: "You are right, this mysterious figure of the former Little Knife Society is indeed very handsome and handsome, and his instruments are extraordinary, he just stands there, and he has an indescribable momentum." ”

"How happy it would be to marry such a man."

"Such a righteous man, for the sake of his brother three years ago, such a big memorial service, if I have the opportunity to meet him, I am willing to give him my first time!"

"Well, if my boyfriend had half of him—no, one percent of his domineering and courageous spirit, I would be satisfied!"

Huang Mao pursed his lips and smiled, pretending to be indifferent: "What I said today, you'd better not spread it." Frankly speaking, this time the memorial service did not even appear in a single media, and it can be guessed that it was suppressed by the top. So—"

"Don't worry, we won't talk nonsense."

It's just this kind of gimmick, which one will hold back?

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Bang!

The powerful football shot straight into the goal, the speed and power were so great that even the spectators next to them were chilled.

Thump!

Wang Xi once again used his body to resist the football, but his thin body was obviously overwhelmed, and while holding the football, his whole body was trembling violently.

"Whew-"

Heavy gasps erupted from Wang Xi's mouth and nose, his face was extremely pale, and his jersey was dirty, as if he had just struggled out of the mud.

It's not surprising that it's drizzling at the moment, although it doesn't affect the enthusiasm of the football and the audience. But the heavy rain in the morning soaked all the greenery, and he, as a goalkeeper, naturally had to roll on the ground.

But at this moment, Wang Xi had a feeling of difficulty.

He wants to be disgraced on the pitch. But it is difficult to do it by relying on his strength alone.

Shang Fei's ball skills are very good, the angle is accurate, and the force is amazing. If it weren't for Wang Xi's already studied his style of play, I am afraid that he would have been shot into countless balls. It will definitely not be like now, playing 20 minutes in the second half and only allowing the opponent to score one goal!

Wiping a handful of mud on his face, Wang Xi passed the ball to Han Xiaobao in the backcourt. He carries the ball.

He didn't dare to hand it over to Li Jiancheng, this kid played football well, but today he released water again and again, otherwise he would not have been broken into the penalty area by Shang Fei several times and broke the goal.

The ball was handed over, but Shang Fei, who was standing not far away, stared at Wang Xi coldly, the corners of his mouth curled up a contemptuous arc, and Wang Xi, who was defending the goal, sneered: "Wang Xi, I said two years ago that you can't kick the ball, and you don't even have the qualifications to keep the goal." This phrase still holds true to this day! ”

As soon as the voice fell, when Han Xiaobao was forced to pass the ball, he let the opponent steal. Another wave of swift attacks poured in.

Wang Xi's face was gloomy, but he just clenched his teeth.

Shang Fei ran back to prevent an offside foul.

Knock knock!

Once again, the ball was controlled by Shang Fei's feet. Suddenly turned around, with the cooperation of the players on the left and right wings, and went to the penalty area to kill-

I don't know if it's because these people are aggressive, and in the first half, the players of the three-year class were physically exhausted to the limit, except for Han Xiaobao, who could barely keep up with the defense and two defenders, and even a few players who played in the middle of the waist couldn't keep up for a while.

"Stop him from entering the restricted area!" Han Xiaobao yelled at the defender from behind.

When Shang Fei rushed up, the two were already working hard to prevent him from entering the restricted area again.

It's not terrible to lose a goal, and there is a chance to tie it at any time. But if you lose two goals, it is almost impossible to recover it in the second half. After all, most of the opponents are varsity players. And there are few players who can get the first class of three years.

So this time, we must not let Shang Fei kick through the dragon gate again!

Whew!

Shang Fei suddenly made a dreamy step when one of them pounced, easily shaking the player. Kill in the forbidden area.

Han Xiaobao rushed over very anxiously, and soon, he had already bitten Shang Fei's tail and slid down, trying to put Shang Fei down before he entered the penalty area.

Sou!

Shang Fei seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and when Han Xiaobao tackled, he picked up the ball and jumped up!

Han Xiaobao failed to tackle, and Shang Fei quickly entered the penalty area.

Bang!

A shot with great power shot towards the dragon goal, and Wang Xi didn't need to move even an inch to catch the football.

It was accurate, it was steady, and the ball shot straight into his chest.

Syllable!

Wang Xi didn't dodge, and forcibly blocked the football with his chest, but his arm failed to catch the football and rolled out again.

Shang Fei seemed to have anticipated this scene, quickly stepped forward, and struggled to make up for it!

Bang!

This kick hit Wang Xi in the face, and although the kick made Wang Xi's nose bleed, he was still blocked.

Bang!

Another kick, this kick, straight into Wang Xi's lower abdomen, this time Wang Xi hugged the football tightly, but the whole body curled up on the ground. The body twitched slightly, but did not let go of the football again.

The audience was stunned.

They saw what Shang Fei wanted to do, he was simply provoking Wang Xi, provoking the three-year class! He is going to tell the third class that he can shoot at any time, and even take revenge on Wang Xi at any time!

Han Xiaoyi and the other girls saw that their eyes were red.

They felt a little sorry for Wang Xi, they were just playing football, not desperately. Even Lin Ze dodged because Gu Xin's strength was too great, why didn't you dodge?

Just when the girls in the third class were worried about Wang Xi, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind them.

"Looks like it's my turn as a regular goalkeeper." Lin Ze casually flicked off the cigarette butt, and under the excited eyes of Han Xiaoyi and a group of girls, he slowly walked towards the goal.

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