Under the scorching sun, Bianliang City seemed to fall into a coma.

On Suzaku Street, it is a lively scene.

On the street, in the most central position, two teenagers confronted thirteen people, and a group of melon-eating people on the side of the street surrounded and circled, and even in some two-story houses, there were people on the second floor who opened the windows to look over.

This scene, if you have to make a vivid analogy, is probably the way Wu Song fought the tiger and returned to the county seat.

Xin Zhen looked at the dense crowd of onlookers, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this is not a big matter, it seems to have a tendency to make a big scene!

Once the trouble is too big, Kaifeng Mansion will inevitably intervene, and with such a big scene, even if Thirty-six really takes down all the people on Wednesday Lang and the thirteenth, it is impossible for Wednesday Lang, who has made trouble to this point because of face problems, it is impossible to be soft!

If Wednesday Lang didn't give in, his plan would be stillborn.

Paralyzed, the development of things is a little out of control!

Thinking of this, Xin Zhen's mind quickly turned, trying to find a way to save each other's face and conquer Zhou Sanlang.

After a moment, Xin Zhen smiled, and he beckoned to Thirty-Six to come over.

"Thirty-six, when I let you go up in a while, you go up, grab Zhou Lang with one hand, lift him up, just an inch off the ground, and then, you tell him in your ear, just say that I gave him face, let him also give me face, after speaking, you pretend to be beaten by him......"

Thirty-six was full of surprise: "Eleven Lang, pretend to be sent flying?!" ”

Xin Zhen was speechless: "This is called a strategy, have you seen the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Zhuge Liang has a lot of strategies to let the generals only defeat but not win, understand? ”

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Thirty-six was blinded.

Xin Zhen was speechless, and actually forgot that Luo Dada had not yet been born......

"In short, you can only defeat and not win, do as I say!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this categorical answer, Xin Xi breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and said loudly to Zhou Zhoulang: "Brother Zhou, the ancients liked to fight generals before the battle, and Ouyang Gong also advocated ancient literature and sports a few years ago, so let's also decide the victory and defeat in the way of fighting generals in front of the battle!" ”

Wednesday Lang frowned slightly, but then suddenly realized, it seems that the kid on the other side is also afraid of provoking Kaifeng Mansion......

Immediately, Wednesday Lang stepped forward and said loudly: "Yes, you two, who will fight me?!" ”

"Thirty-six." Xin Zhen shouted softly.

Thirty-six didn't say a word, and stepped forward expressionlessly.

Wednesday Lang was slightly stunned, before the incident happened suddenly, he had to be calm as the boss, but now that he carefully recalled the picture of Thirty-six easily breaking his arm, he couldn't help but worry.

Thirty-six naturally couldn't feel Wednesday Lang's complicated heart, and he walked forward, like a fluttering shadow.

Suddenly, he appeared beside Zhou Lang, reached out with his right hand, grabbed Zhou Lang's neck, and exerted himself slightly upward.

At the same time, Thirty-six spoke softly: "My Eleven Lang has given you face, let you also give him a face, next, I hope you can do what Eleven Lang said, otherwise ......"

"Ahh Thirty-six suddenly roared, staggered and withdrew, his face full of incredulity: "You, you are so ...... Terrible! ”

The words fell, and Thirty-Six turned to look at Xin Xi: "Eleven Lang, I lost." ”

Feeling the ground again under his feet, Wednesday's face was clouded, his eyes wide open, and his ears were still buzzing.

But his big eyes were staring at him, but in the eyes of those unsuspecting melon-eating people, it looked extremely powerful, especially, with the performance of only thirty-six above, everyone's eyes looking at Zhou Sanlang were full of fear.

Xin Xi stepped forward at the right time and said, "Zhou Lang is really brave, he is in Xia Menglang." ”

Speaking of this, Xin Zhen's words changed: "Can Wednesday Lang have another Keju, let me have a good look at Wednesday Lang's demeanor?!" ”

Wednesday Lang suddenly came to his senses and remembered the sentence of Thirty-Six, "Eleven Lang has given you face, let you also give him a face......

That cold young man's abrupt pretending to fail is to save face for himself!

Thinking like this, he wanted to deny it, but he remembered again the picture of himself being picked up by the other party like a little chicken......

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. If you want to see Keju, you will have a show. Speaking of this, Zhou Zhoulang looked back at a little gangster: "Niu Dan, go, let Liu San'er bring someone over to bow!" ”

"Yes, I'll go!" Niu Dan quickly responded, turned around and squeezed through the crowd, and ran in the direction of Xiangguo Temple.

Xin Xi smiled slightly, and finally pulled back the crooked plot.

"Your Excellency, what do you call it?" Wednesday Lang walked up with a respectful face.

Xin Yi smiled faintly: "Xin Eleven." ”

"Eleven Lang, the Keju venue is in the West Fang. Please come to me! After speaking, Wednesday Lang stared at Xin Xi tightly.

Xin Xi smiled and nodded, and a group of people walked towards the Xifang Goolan .

In the center of the West Square Hook Fence, in an open field, there is a goal that is three zhang high and one zhang wide in the center of the field, the goal is a net formed with colored ribbons, and the center of the net leaves a hole that is about the same size as the basket of later generations, which is the "Merry Eye".

After waiting for two or three minutes, from a distance, Liu San'er's group of people came over, also thirteen people.

The two sides taunted each other a few words, and after agreeing on a bet of ten taels of silver, they all went out.

Xin Zhen was inexplicable: "Keju is thirteen people? ”

Thirty-six expressionless: "I haven't played, I don't know." ”

Xin Xi didn't bother to talk to people who didn't have a childhood, but stared intently at the venue.

After the two sides left the court, Wednesday Lang and Liu Saner drew lots to decide which side served first.

In the end, Wednesday Lang's side served first.

After the draw ended, Wednesday Lang and Liu San'er did not enter, but walked out of the venue.

"Aren't you two going to play?" Xin Zhen asked.

Liu San'er's face was full of impatience, where did he come from, just when he was about to scold, Zhou Sanlang spoke respectfully.

"In Keju, there are only 12 or 16 players in the game, and we are now deciding whether they score or not as a club secretary."

Oh, I know this, the secretary is the referee, right?

After thinking about it, Xin Xi didn't say much, but continued to read.

Liu San'er on the side was anxious in his heart, what is the origin of this kid? can make Zhou Laosan so respectful, I'm afraid it's not a big shot, right?

With complicated thoughts, Liu San'er was silent, and Zhou Sanlang was also a little embarrassed in his heart, and he was also silent.

Several people were speechless, and Xin Xi was happy to watch it carefully, but after watching it for about ten minutes, Xin Xi was stunned.

The two sides of the court seem to play fiercely, but in fact, the so-called Keju of these guys is actually driven by a person called "ball head", after kicking off, a circle is passed between the twelve people on their side, and finally passed to the ball head, and the ball head shoots the ball through the merry eye.

After shooting, if the opponent catches it, then the same twelve people will kick it one by one, and finally kick it to the head of the ball, and then shoot it back......

Damn, the emotion is not to score when you shoot into the Merry Eye, but because the opponent can't catch the ball, causing the ball to fall to the ground before scoring......

Is this Keju? Fuck, except that you can't touch the ball with your hands, it has nothing to do with football, right?