"Hulai! I heard you scored three goals in last Saturday's game?! ”

As Hulai walked up to the second-floor hallway where the classroom was located, someone in the next class saw him and shouted.

"That's right, a hat-trick!" Hu Lean said in a very proud tone.

"Awesome!" Someone gave him a thumbs up.

"Hulai, can we still go to the national competition this time?"

"Then you have to be able to go!" Hulay replied in a very firm tone.

"Hulai, what do you mean by that celebration?"

"Hulai!"

"Hulai ......"

The hallway wasn't long, but as Hulay walked past it to the door of his classroom, shouts like this were heard incessantly.

It was as if he was walking down a corridor with sensor lights installed, and the lights lit up in front of him as he walked.

Hulai, on the other hand, walked by with his head held high in the eyes of everyone, and he enjoyed the feeling of being watched with admiration by others. In the sixteen years of his life before him, there were not many, or almost none.

This is a scene he had dreamed of more than once before joining the varsity team.

Now it's finally happening.

So why I was so obsessed with joining the school team in the first place, maybe I also wanted to gain recognition and praise through football.

He felt that the corridor was not long, as if he had stepped onto the red carpet in front of the throne, and the students were like the princes and ministers standing on either side of the red carpet.

Under the gaze of these men, he will be crowned king.

Seeing his smug look, a shadow man in the corner of the second class of high school snorted.

"If God wants to destroy man, he must first make it mad! Get carried away, not far from planting! ”

He muttered under his breath.

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It was another Saturday, and in the stands of the Dongchuan Middle School stadium, the students were so loud with joy that their shouts could even be heard through the fence and into the road outside.

And those passers-by who pass by outside the campus wall of Dongchuan Middle School will cast surprised and puzzled glances in the direction of the school.

But there are also some people who are no strangers to this scene, especially those who live around the school. They all knew that at this time, it must be the football team of Dongchuan Middle School that was playing against other schools. Such a huge cheer means that Dongchuan Middle School will definitely score!

Li Zhiqun stood in the stands, turning his head to look around a little dazedly.

Almost everyone around him was raising their arms and chanting the same name:

"Hulai! Hulai! Hulai! ”

Amid their shouts, on the football field, Hu Lai, wearing the No. 14 jersey of Dongchuan Middle School, jumped high, turned 180 degrees in the air, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and spread his legs and then firmly tied to the turf.

When he landed, the cheers of the audience reached their highest point.

It was as if he was in a rock star concert, and everyone around him fell into a frenzy.

He was suddenly a little frightened, afraid that he would show a trace of disdain and be discovered by these fanatics, and then he would be beaten badly......

From his first year of high school to his second year of high school, he couldn't accept the fact that the person he looked down on had become a hero in everyone's minds.

With three goals in the national tournament, he can still comfort himself that it was just Hulai's shit luck, and luck is not far away.

But now, in the new edition of the Anton Cup, every time Hulay's goal sends the school stadium into a frenzy.

What reason could he find to comfort himself?

Luck?

When a person can always score goals by luck, is it still luck?

In the midst of the surging crowd and surging shouts, Li Zhiqun involuntarily slumped his body, as if this would make him unobtrusive and hide himself......

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“…… The Andong Cup concludes the second round of all competitions. Of the 128 participating teams, there are still 32 left. Defending champions Dongchuan High School are among them, and they beat Tiezhong from Geumseong 3-1 at home in the second round. In the game, Dongchuan Middle School striker Hulai, who scored a hat-trick in the last round, also scored a goal in this game to help the team advance to the next round......"

"Team Chen, it's about to play, why are you still holding your phone to watch?" Someone called in the locker room.

Chen Xingyi turned off the screen of his mobile phone and put it down, and then looked at his teammates with a confused expression: "Huh? Coming out? ”

"Team Chen, you are now our captain, can you show us a little more confident?" The teammate complained.

Chen Xingyi snorted: "Confidence is not obtained by saying beautiful things off the field, but by scoring goals." ”

After speaking, he stood up and waved his hand casually: "Let's go, guys, come out!" ”

As the locker room door was opened, cheers from outside poured in one after another.

The road to three consecutive championships in the national competition of the Shuguang High School football team officially began from this moment.

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"Dongchuan Middle School have won three games in a row, they just beat Dongchuan No. 8 Middle School 2-0 away, and Hu Lai has scored in all three games." The assistant coach of Jiaxiang High School said to Feng Yuanchang with his mobile phone.

The final whistle had just been blown for the third round of the Anton Cup, and here he received the latest report on Hulai on his phone - it was a video of Hulai's goal, filmed on his phone.

Jiaxiang High School is indeed very concerned about Hu Lai, and will observe Hu Lai in every game, and will be able to know what Hu Lai's performance is in this game as soon as possible after the game, and will generate a slightly more detailed report on Hu Lai's performance in the game later.

This kind of treatment is only available to Hu Lai in the entire Dongchuan Middle School.

Feng Yuanchang looked at the battle chart on the computer screen.

There was a red line that stretched upwards from the name of Jiaxiang High School until it reached the finals. You must know that the Anton Cup has only played three rounds now, and Jiaxiang High School's goal is already the final, as if they can definitely reach the final.

Not far away, there was a blue line that ran from Higashikawa Middle School and stopped at the fourth round.

Their opponent in the fourth round will be the winner between Jincheng Yucai High School and Furong City High School.

But whether it is Yucai Middle School in Jincheng or No. 1 High School in Furong City, it should not be the opponent of Dongchuan Middle School. Therefore, there is no big problem for Dongchuan Middle School to successfully reach the fifth round.

If they keep going......

Feng Yuanchang's gaze continued to extend up along the thick blue line, and in the semifinals, he met the red line.

'We'll meet them in the semi-finals.' Feng Yuanchang said. 'We can't let him just pick up the ball in the box. Judging from these three games, he always ran to the open to catch the ball and then completed the shot. The goal efficiency is quite high, but the way of scoring is still too simple. ”

Feng Yuanchang looked at Hu Lai in the freeze-frame picture and remembered the slightly empty jersey inside, which was one of his deepest impressions of Hu Lai in the last Anton Cup final, but judging from the first two matches of Dongchuan Middle School, and his technical progress, his physical improvement was not very obvious. Perhaps Li Ziqiang spent his time and energy on how to make Hulai run better and improve his shooting skills......

'When you play against him, you can use our physical advantage more and interfere with him as much as possible when he receives the ball and shoots.

When he said this, the assistant coach lowered his head and shorthanded down the manager's opinion in his notebook.

Feng Yuanchang originally felt that there was nothing to say, but a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly added: "Remember to remind the players that when defending him closely in the penalty area, you must pay extra attention to your hand movements, and you must not let him take the opportunity to make a penalty." ”

The assistant coach bowed his head again and quickly wrote in his notebook:

"Watch out for him faking a fall."