Wang Zhe and Zhou Wei's plan is actually very simple, and at the same time it is also very effective.

As Wang Zhe said, in fact, after the last round of the game, he had already found that the strength of the team in Class 7 was really average.

To be able to break into the semi-finals, the element of luck accounts for a large factor.

Even without the help of the referee last time, Wang Zhe thought they could win, but they would win a little trouble.

And football is round, it doesn't mean that which team is stronger will definitely win the final victory, which in itself is the biggest charm of this sport.

So Wang Zhe felt that there was nothing wrong with his approach.

Infallible.

Everything.

And now, the outcome of the second round is almost certain.

The only question is, can you play seven classes and a 10-0?

Wang Zhe is not too sure about this, but if Zhou Wei awards them two more penalties, or even sends off one or two players of the opposing team with a red card, there is still a drama in this matter.

With such expectations in mind, the next afternoon, Wang Zhe took the remaining thirteen football players from the fifth class to the Taiji Stadium.

Of course, there were definitely more than 14 people from Class 5, and there were also a large number of cheerleaders, almost all of whom were present.

After all, the competition has reached this stage, which has attracted the attention of the leaders of the hospital, and the counselor has also regarded this matter as a political task, and insisted that all the students in the class come to cheer for the team members.

Everyone spontaneously took two bottles of drink with some fine sand and pebbles in them, and they collided with each other and banged.

Full flood.

Wang Zhe greeted the cheers of his classmates, his eyes quickly swept over the crowd, and then he frowned secretly.

As mentioned earlier, almost all the students in Class 5 were present.

Almost, that means not all.

At least Wang Zhe found out that there was one person who didn't come.

Just when Wang Zhe was puzzled, a tall strong man took the initiative to come over and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhe, Fei'er said that she was sick and asked for leave, and now she is in the school hospital." ”

The person who spoke was Wang Zhe's classmate and teammate on his football team, named Cheng Jike, who played center back.

"Sick?"

I don't know why, Wang Zhe flashed Zhang Mingqiang's face in his mind for the first time, and his brows suddenly furrowed even deeper.

"This little slut who eats inside and out......" Wang Zhe scolded secretly in his heart.

Then he looked up and smiled at Cheng Jike: "Oh, it's okay, let's play hard, don't lose face in front of your classmates." ”

Cheng Jike grinned: "Don't worry, Brother Zhe, this time I will definitely not let them even enter the forbidden area!"

The words fell, and the two smiled tacitly.

As early as noon today, Wang Zhe had already explained to Cheng Jike, so that he should not have any pressure and burden, as long as the opponent's striker dared to rush up, he would pull people when he should pull people, block people when he should block, and shovel people when he should shovel people!

In other words, don't take foul play seriously!

Based on the experience of the first round, Cheng Jike certainly knows what this sentence means, so even if Wang Zhe didn't break the referee, he already understood.

Now that Wang Zhe has already said hello, everything is easy to do.

After Wang Zhe and Cheng Jike had a brief conversation, the latter went to warm up, while Wang Zhe stood in place, looking at the members of the seventh class gathered on the other side of the stadium.

He had seen most of them in the first round, but one seemed both strange and familiar.

Let's say strange, the opponent didn't play in the first leg, not even a substitute, why did he suddenly appear on the court?

Let's say it's familiar, Wang Zhe always feels as if he has seen each other somewhere, is it when he was in a big class?

Wang Zhe shook his head, he didn't care about this, he firmly believed that even if Ronaldo came to help the seventh class play today, they would definitely not be able to win!

Because from the beginning, it wasn't a fair game.

His gaze stayed more on Wang Chen's body.

It's this kid who found a few gangsters, blocked himself once in the stadium, and injured Lao Yu and them, right?

Wang Zhe has already focused on explaining the process of Jike, and when he met Wang Chen in the game, he would go down with black feet!

Injured in a game, who can you talk to?

It's useless to bring out your father, who is the head of the police station!

And it's all too easy to do.

After all, Wang Chen is a striker.

Cheng Jike is a defender.

A head-on collision between the two was almost inevitable.

For a while, Wang Zhe's mind almost appeared with the picture of Wang Chen holding his ankle and falling to the ground in pain.

I'm really looking forward to it......

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Zhe's mouth subconsciously opened a smile, and then he turned his head and looked at the rostrum of the court.

There were already several leaders of the School of Communication.

It can be seen that the importance that the academy attaches to this ball game is really not just talking.

Wang Zhe thought about it and felt that although these leaders didn't understand the ball at all, if the black whistle was blown too obviously, it didn't seem to be appropriate.

So while the game had not yet started, Wang Zhe pretended to warm up, but quietly approached Zhou Wei, who was the referee of the game.

"The leaders of our academy are all staring at this game, so let's be more appropriate. ”

Zhou Wei looked at the rostrum without a trace, and then said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I have measure." ”

Hearing this, Wang Zhe was completely relieved and waited for the game to start.

Ten minutes later, the players of both sides ended their warm-up and stood on both sides of the court, while Wang Zhe and Wang Chen, the two captains, came to the referee to pick sides.

Wang Chen won the right to pick the edge, and chose to stand according to his current position.

So Wang Zhe's fifth class won the right to kick off.

He stood in the centre circle with another striker, stomped the ball under his feet, and waited for the referee to blow the whistle and the game would begin.

At this time, the entire Tai Chi Stadium seemed to be quiet for a moment, and everyone held their breath, waiting for a wonderful game to be staged in front of them.

In addition to the students of Class 5, almost all the students of Class 7 have arrived today.

However, Mo Xiaochuan only came to the fat man in their bedroom.

Because Li Hai and Zhang Mingqiang are still lying in the school hospital.

A long-haired girl next to her gently touched the fat man with her elbow, and said suspiciously: "Xiang Tianpeng, can Mo Xiaochuan in your bedroom play football? Why didn't you see him play last time?"

The fat man was speechless for a while, and he didn't have a score in his heart, so he could only smile reluctantly: "It should be...... Yes......"

"Should it?" the girl furrowed her eyebrows, her face full of disbelief.

So the fat man was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this time, a sharp whistle saved him, and at the same time, the two classes of the same School of Communication, majoring in electronic information engineering, all let out cheers like a tsunami.

The race is on.

Wang Zhe drove the football, and the other striker gently knocked the football back.

A normal start.

But from the next second, the situation becomes abnormal.

A black shadow suddenly swept past Wang Zhe, and the wind and dust it brought up even stabbed Wang Zhe's face with a slight pain.

This piece of wind and dust not only made everyone's eyes bloom, but also snatched away the football that was rolling backwards slowly.

So Wang Zhe's forward step stopped, and subconsciously looked back.

The two midfielders of Class 5 seemed to be stunned, and they just froze in place, allowing the gust of wind to pass between them.

Cheng Jiji watched in a daze as his opponent came to him, his brain had already reacted at the first time, and he was going to stretch out his foot to trip the opponent, but he didn't know why, his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move.

I could only watch as the gust of wind blew past me, never to return.

No.

It wasn't a gust of wind.

And it's more like an unstoppable dagger, indomitable to chisel the entire team of the fifth class from beginning to end!

It's been less than 15 seconds since the start of the race.

And the young man, who was both strange and familiar to Wang Zhe, had already taken the ball to the penalty area of Class 5, and then shot angrily, stabbing the football into the net with the strength that the goalkeeper couldn't react at all.

The ball went in.