"Hey! Boy, you know it hurts, if you pass me again, I'll make you never run again! ......" Junxiu's face was slightly distorted.

The young man's arrogant self-esteem obviously made Bian Hao break through a thousand holes.

"Think of your yellow card, kid." Bian Hao glanced at his mouth disdainfully.

But he forgot that this was not a professional competition, and it was not even an amateur competition.

Yellow? Fuck your uncle, it's a big deal not to play football in the future......

Midfielder, right touchline, five throw-ins.

The ball was protected by the No. 10 of the five, he looked up at Bian Hao's position, shook it slightly, let go of the opponent's foot that tried to poke the ball, and gave a diagonal pass.

The ball was kicked a little high, the ball was slow, and a midfielder from the experimental middle school ran to the landing point with his neck on his back.

Bian Hao judged the landing point of the ball and felt the hidden pull of No. 16 beside him.

Quite a handsome young man, why is it so dirty when he plays.

He followed slowly for two steps, then suddenly accelerated, broke free from the pull of the number 16, grabbed the midfielder and gently rubbed the bottom of the football on his toes, and came to a steady stop at his feet.

The feeling of Bian Hao's feet in contact with a football is like a pianist touching the piano with his hands, like a basketball player receiving a basketball ......

That passion buried deep in my heart, that pride in being in control.

The pride of an Asian Footballer of the Year!

He poked his foot out and ran hard, running freely on the green grass, just as he had done at the beginning.

Today, he is only 14 years old, and his speed is not much faster than that of him in his heyday!

For many years, the joy of running and the joy of playing football have been wasted in the years of injury and continue to sink......

Bian Hao was immersed in the joy of happiness, breathing in the slightly grassy air.

When he is dribbling the ball, he subconsciously looks up at the position and movement between his teammates, which is a habit he has developed over the years.

As the core of the organization that focuses on passing and controlling the rhythm, he is not the kind of bewitching person who runs wildly, crosses with one kick, and then finds that there is no one in front of the goal.

No matter how fast it is, you have to cooperate.

It's just that the picture in front of him is no longer an imaginary calculation, but a three-dimensional simulation image, which makes the entire stadium clearly appear in Bian Hao's mind.

In addition to him, the direction of the 10 white shadows in the video, as well as possible obstacles in the running route, as well as the starting speed of teammates and the size of the space to chase the ball......

Clearly visible!

It's like a computer spinning at high speed, and in just one second, it will make the most correct instructions.

Then the instructions will be transmitted to the brain, and Bian Hao will decide the route of the ball himself......

Groove ...... This, this is too bad!

Yes, this is the first reaction of a person who has received a gift from heaven and subconsciously.

It's like you're struggling to play a game, playing and suddenly getting a plug-in, or it's unique.

But you'll eventually make a big noise, and then use it with ecstasy.

Can't wait, without the slightest hesitation!

Bian Hao has experienced a career of nearly 17 years, and he is not a good man and a woman.

Since he has it, he will use it, and there is no psychological burden at all.

Even something as weird as rebirth has happened, and that's not the thing?

Bian Hao was very free and easy, and even a little shamelessly attributed this situation to ...... His own innate talent!

Ooh!

Such an existence that can tear apart the opponent's defense at any time is a nightmare for all teams!

It's a blessing for teammates!

Imagine if you're a striker, when you're in the middle of a crowd of defenders, waiting for an opportunity to detour into the heart of the opposite penalty area.

Suddenly, the shadow of the ball appears in your path and there is no one in front of you, you just have to do two things: raise your feet and shoot!

This is special, give a bone, a dog can do it!

That kind of happiness that falls from the sky can smash you!

Bian Hao took the ball, and it didn't delay the smugness at the corner of his mouth.

It seemed like a long time, but it was just a few breaths of thought.

According to the 'talent', Bian Hao has about 20 yards of space in front of him to dribble the ball, after which he will inevitably crash into the opposing centre-back.

There is an ideal passing route at the moment, which is the moment the centre-back kicks in, and one of his teammates in the fifth behind him will run there in two seconds......

It's really bad......! It's so cool!

Hahahaha...... You don't know how much Bian Hao wants to step on the ball at the moment, pinch his waist, and laugh like this.

What a pity,

The game continues......

But no matter how powerful the "talent" is, it can't analyze people's hearts, and the ever-changing thoughts can't be cracked by any talent!

So, what Bian Hao didn't know was that

He ran with the ball in front, and the No. 16 boy behind him was struggling to catch up, although the boy was very desperate, but the two of them always maintained two positions.

This feeling of trying your best but not being able to catch up is a kind of ...... in the minds of young people Humiliate?

Yes! Humiliate!

The young man stared at the big No. 7 in front of him, listening to the mockery outside the field.

As if feeling the gaze of the beautiful shadow in his heart, the young man's blood surged, regardless of his body, he raised his right foot in spiked shoes high, aimed at the calf in front of him, and hit it......

This is your chance!

The opposite central defender finally lost his position, and he ran in the direction of Bian Hao with the ball.

The corners of Bian Hao's mouth rose slightly, and he rubbed the inside of his right foot against the middle of the football.

A low flat ball slightly above the ground, with a high-speed spin, in the horrified eyes of the opposing defenders, through the jurisdiction of the three defenders,

After landing, the high-speed rotation of the ball changed the trajectory of the football, and it delicately drew an arc and passed it to the running teenager.

That's the center of the five!

He was ahead of him...... Unexpectedly, it's empty!!

He wore the number 12 white jersey and parked the ball comfortably on the inside of his right foot.

Stop the ball, shoot!!

In front of the tall goalkeeper opposite, he easily stabbed into the bottom right corner of the goal.

The goalkeeper, who had a big waist and a round waist and a fierce appearance, didn't have time to react at all, just watched the football roll into the goal......

"Ah......h......h

"Yay!" "Wow......"

"Beautiful! It's so handsome! ”

"Good shot! Hahahaha......"

The players in the fifth middle school went crazy, they rushed to the number 12 player who scored the goal, laughing, jumping, being pressed and kicked for half an hour, and their group of children needed to release this suffocation of being pressed and beaten......

At this time, only the old Zhang Tou on the sidelines trotted two steps, looking for Bian Hao's shadow.

He just saw it!

The No. 16 rabbit cub on the opposite side shoveled Bian Hao away!

"Ah...... Yes! ”

Bian Hao's heart-rending screams interrupted the celebration of the fifth middle school, and they gathered around Bian Hao.

The No. 12 who scored the goal also impulsively pushed the opposite No. 16, who had just stood up.

"Guo Zi, Guo Zi, calm down......" The teammates and classmates next to him hugged No. 12 at once, widening the distance between the two.

"You're stupid, aren't you? Yes!? Kick a ball, do you want him to kill someone! Guo Zi was pulled by his teammates, and he kept jumping and scolding No. 16, who was also protected by his teammates.

The ......referee first signaled that the goal was valid, trotted to Bian Hao's side, and frowned at the socks that had been stained red with blood.

He communicated with the two linesmen who rushed over beside him, raised his hand to signal No. 16 to come, and raised a red card high in his right hand!

Ignoring the referee's gestures, No. 16 took off his sweaty jersey, put it on his not strong shoulders in a chic manner, and walked off the field shirtless.

As the young man walked, he showed a sense of revenge, and waved his hand in the direction where the girls in the stands had gathered.

In this young man's world, that's it.

The best riposte to the so-called "humiliation"!

Like a spoiled child, selfishly guarding the self-esteem that doesn't know the so-called, and then ...... Trample the rules! Ignore morality!

Because it doesn't matter...... Face is more important than everything!

He didn't know what the punishment and outcome would be.

Can I still be expelled?

No kidding, it's a game of football.

"Haozi, don't worry, this idiot will definitely be expelled! Let him ......" Guo Zi gasped and walked to Bian Hao's side and said hatefully.

"Yes, Guo Yiming is right! Don't worry, this kid will naturally have someone to clean him up! Have you forgotten the agreement we signed before the competition? Alright, get ready for the game! Kick it well! Buying time for Bian Hao......"

Lao Zhangtou clapped his hands to attract the attention of the young players, there are still 5 minutes left in the first half, and the referee has come to remind him once.

"Bian Hao, can you stand up on your own?"

"Zhangtou, it shouldn't hurt the bones, hehe, that kid really scared me when he kicked over, but I dodged for a while, it's okay......"

Standing up, Bian Hao stepped on the turf with his injured left foot, felt the feedback given to him by his leg, and comforted the old man with a smile.

Seeing that Bian Hao's appearance did not seem to be fake, Zhang Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief.

He obediently obeyed Bian Hao step by step out of the field and sat on the stone steps of the stands.

He squatted hard at Bian Hao's feet, took off his bloody socks himself, and carefully observed the wound that had stopped bleeding.

After a while, he asked Bian Hao to make a few more movements, and the tight wrinkles on his face slowly unfolded.

gently patted Bian Hao's other good leg, gave a thumbs up, and smiled like a naughty child,

"Well done!"