The 800m was really stress-free for Zhang Xiaobao, who ran at a half-sprint pace from the beginning.

At first, several boys relied on their initial physical strength to run wildly and throw away Zhang Xiaobao.

In the distance, Yi Jinfeng looked at Zhang Xiaobao, who was running at a constant speed, and said in his heart: "Your physical strength should be very good, football is very physical." ”

The other high school class had disbanded at this point, but many of them were focused on the man in the ill-fitting Barça fan costume.

Tight half a lap away, the sprinting boys are a little exhausted.

Zhang Xiaobao caught up very easily, and then ranked first.

Those classmates also refused to admit defeat, and accelerated to catch up with Zhang Xiaobao.

Zhang Xiaobao ran at such a uniform speed, and three or four male classmates also ran hard in front of him.

"I'll go all out on the next lap! Kick the ball together! Zhang Xiaobao said, continuing to run at a constant speed.

When the first lap of 400 meters was completed, he accelerated directly, ran to Yi Jinfeng's side, and then kicked away his football.

The football was kicked by Zhang Xiaobao and ran up, the frequency of his legs suddenly increased, and his hands swung more powerfully.

Yi Jinfeng and the students in the senior class all looked at it seriously.

"Speed up, Yan Zhihao, he's catching up"

"David, come on, the short man is catching up"

"That dwarf winter melon is so fast."

At this time, the boy in front looked back at Zhang Xiaobao, who was running with a football at full strength.

Yi Jinfeng subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and took pictures.

"A bunch of nerds, with the physical strength of a fart, let you see what speed is!" Zhang Xiaobao took the dribbling speed to the extreme.

Chen Kuai, caught up with the four male classmates in front.

"Dude, grab his football!" Yan Zhihao said immediately.

Suddenly, the four boys slowed down and wanted to grab the football at Zhang Xiaobao's feet.

Zhang Xiaobao passed the first boy in a relaxed Marseille roundabout

Immediately after that, the left side changed direction and swayed, and a continuous left and right man ball passed the two people.

As for Yan Zhihao, he started quickly with a knock and used his speed to please his defense.

There was no obstacle in front of him, and he ran more happily with the ball.

"! The junior high school student's ball skills are amazing, it seems to be luck, but in fact, the skills at the feet are so sharp. ”

"That Marseille slalom is stunned"

"That change of direction start-stop acceleration is so fucking smooth, and there are only two people passing in the lightning."

"The acceleration of the last moment is too fast, and the defender was passed before he could react."

"He's so short, wearing a Barcelona jersey, I'm afraid it's not the one in the video, right?"

"I seem to have heard that the Chinese Messi is in our school, and the principal led the team to test it in the first class in the morning."

"It should be him."

The male classmates in the senior class were talking, and many girls also looked at Zhang Xiaobao who was running with the ball.

At this time, he had already shouted directly: "Fellow students, go and grab Xiaobao's football, whoever grabs it will give me five yuan red envelopes!" ”

Suddenly, those students who took a walk as a run started running again, and they all wanted to grab Zhang Xiaobao's football.

Yi Jinfeng carefully controlled the mobile phone shooting, and said in his heart: "If dozens of people can't grab your football, then you are really a demon." ”

However, Zhang Xiaobao really lived up to the title of demon!

A group of male and female classmates besieged and coaxed, he swayed left and right, knocked the ball, dribbled, and dodged.

The football was as tightly controlled by him as if it were glued to his feet.

Super physical strength allows Zhang Xiaobao to keep dribbling past one defense and steal.

After more than ten minutes, except for Zhang Xiaobao, all the students were out of breath.

Especially after Zheng Wei, a member of the study committee, failed to rob twice, she looked at Zhang Xiaobao with the ball seriously.

He has a good appearance and is short, but he only has football in his eyes at this time, and his expression is extremely serious.

A group of people were turned around by him with the ball.

"He's really good at football, so it's no wonder the principal is angry with me." Zheng Wei sat on the playground and said to himself.

At this time, Huang Lin also echoed: "Yes, he may have been born a genius to play football, maybe we treat him better, in case he becomes a superstar like Messi, we can also shine." ”

Yang Qing is also the first time to see a guy who kicks football as a part of his body, although he admires Zhang Xiaobao's ball skills, he still shook his head and said: "The height is too short, if there is no interest, wouldn't it be a waste of our family's little Weiwei's youth." ”

"Damn, why don't you die!" Zheng Wei pushed Yang Qing, who was leaning against him.

Huang Lin's eyes lit up, she pulled the corner of Zheng Wei's clothes and looked at Zheng Wei seriously and said, "Xiao Weiwei, if a super rich dwarf winter melon and a poor handsome guy stand in front of you, which one would you choose?" ”

Zheng Wei knew that Huang Lin was using Zhang Xiaobao and Yan Zhihao as an analogy, if she hadn't seen Zhang Xiaobao playing football, she would naturally choose the latter without consideration.

Referring to his dad who is still watching football in the middle of the night, my dad exclaims from time to time that Sun Xingmin is the first brother in Asia, worth almost 100 million, Messi is the king of football, and what Waimar is a vase.

At least, Zheng Wei didn't mix his brain reading to the point that he really didn't eat the fireworks of the world.

So he replied wisely: "I will choose whoever is good to me." ”

Then asked Huang Lin rhetorically, and at the same time looked at Yang Qing and said: "If that short man is just short, very tall, super good at football, and worth hundreds of millions, how do you choose?" ”

Huang Lin took the lead and said: "Nonsense, appearance and figure are all floating clouds, as long as I have money and treat me well, I will choose whomever I want." ”

Yang Qing touched Huang Lin and Zheng Wei's foreheads and said, "Hey, you two don't have a fever." ”

Zheng Wei and Huang Lin slapped Yang Qing's hands away at the same time, and Zheng Wei said, "Quickly answer my question." ”

"Don't even think about it, I'll follow whoever has the money." Yang Qingshen often said affirmatively: "But considering that the principal greatly specified the surname and matched you to Zhang Xiaobao, so, you go and take care of Zhang Xiaobao, and it would be good for our sisters to take your light." ”

"What a match! Thoughts are dirty! Zheng Wei pointed his finger at Yang Qing's temple.

But looking at Zhang Xiaobao, who had stopped playing football in the distance, and was talking and laughing with Teacher Yi Jinfeng, there was a strange look in his eyes that no one could easily notice.

Zhang Xiaobao's ball skills conquered the whole class, and in addition to Zheng Wei's embarrassment, Yang Qing and Huang Lin followed the crowd to learn to play football from Zhang Xiaobao under the pretext of testing Zhang Xiaobao's name.

Zhang Xiaobao enjoyed teaching the moment when he despised his classmates before writing.

"No, that's how the Marseille roundabout came about"

"You don't dribble fast enough and it's easy for defenders to smash the ball"

"Juggling the ball should have a sense of the ball, and use the hardest part of the instep to bounce the direction of the ball"

"That's how the tail of the handsome ox kicks"

Zhang Xiaobao kept guiding these students.

In this physical education class, he became a football demon in the minds of his classmates.