Two: turmoil

Although many fans had anticipated the defeat of the Chinese team when they didn't watch the game, it was difficult for a few people to stay calm when the facts were in front of them.

At the moment when the referee blew the final whistle, the bar was in chaos, and the sound of glass cracking, scolding, and a few cries were particularly harsh. The fat man who was five big and three thick cried together, for the sake of Chinese football, and perhaps, for the unjust money spent on gambling losses.

In fact, the one who should cry the most is the second son, all of whom are angry at the objects around them that can't be moved, as long as they see what can be moved, they will smash it, as for those who can't move, cough, they can't get along with it for the time being. But the second son didn't seem to see it at all, from the time Dong Fangzhuo was replaced, he lowered his head and drank slowly, ignoring the reactions of the people around him, he picked up the wine glass, gently shook the wine in the glass, and put it to his mouth, just as he raised his hand, a wine bottle slammed into the large-screen TV worth more than 10,000 yuan, but his movements did not even pause at all. Someone next to him muttered secretly, it is estimated that this person not only has poor eyesight, but also has hearing problems. Of course, there is also the possibility that he has already bought insurance.

Suddenly, there was a cheer from outside the door, and the bar suddenly fell silent, and many people were holding broken wine bottles and other things in their hands, looking nondescript.

If it was an ordinary cheer, people's reaction would naturally not be so loud, but that voice was speaking in Japanese, although many people couldn't understand what was being said, but when they heard such a sensitive language during this sensitive period, everyone could still react at the first time to say what the people outside the door said, and it was definitely not what they liked to hear.

The fat man took the lead and ran out of the door shouting, and the others followed him out to see the excitement, only to see more than a dozen young people, with a plaster flag tied to their heads like a death squad, and a red dotted white cloth like a sanitary napkin in their hands shouting as they walked. In their native bird language, no one knows what they are shouting, but a fool can guess that they are celebrating something that is sad with the Chinese fans.

The fat man was angry, shook his hand and threw the wine bottle in his hand on the way of the Japanese people, only to hear a wonderful "bang!" Interrupting the lust of the gang, they looked over in amazement.

The glasses pulled the fat man, but the fat man was so strong that he threw off the glasses, pointed at the Japanese and yelled, "Call you motherfuck!" Lao Tzu is in a bad mood, get far away! ”

Several Japanese looked at each other, and a slightly older young man walking in front stood up and said in not very standard Chinese: "We are celebrating the victory of our Great Japanese Empire, you are losers, and the weak are not qualified to point fingers." ”

As soon as he said this, the crowd suddenly exploded, and many people who thought that the fat man was doing something too much came up at once, NND, why does this sound so awkward, isn't it just a loss, and it also TMD the Japanese Empire, as if it was the First Sino-Japanese Naval War.

The young man saw that the people around him were all gearing up to use force, but he was not afraid at all, raised his head proudly, and continued in broken Mandarin: "Chinese, no quality!" If you do, there will be a front-page report in the newspaper tomorrow: Chinese football hooligans beat Japanese students after the game. You are not like the English football hooligans, they can be proud of their team, and you are not even qualified to be proud. ”

The more people around him, the more and more people around, hearing this, he became angry, and a few young people rolled up their sleeves and prepared to go up and beat them, but they were stopped by the people next to them.

When the Japanese young man saw that no one came up, he became even more arrogant, "The level of Chinese football has always been poor, whether you like to listen to it or not, I am telling the truth." He turned and took a soccer ball from his companion, stood on tiptoe unscrupulously, and continued on tiptoe: "I can make a bet with you that if any of you here is better at tiptoeing than me, I'll get under his gear, but if he loses against me, he'll have to drill under my gear." ”

Onlookers have turned their heads to ear, to say that the most basic practice method in football is tiptoe, but it is also the most difficult to practice, the ball tiptoe a lot of people must have a good sense of ball, as a fan, will kick a few kicks is certain, but China is not Brazil, Brazil is national football, China's national sport is table tennis, if you pull a random person on the street in Brazil, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to tiptoe one hundred and eighty times, but in this group of onlookers can tiptoe fifty in a row without landing, it is estimated that it is really impossible to find.

But we can't let the Japanese be so arrogant in our land, saying it will affect the national body, but at this time, no master passed by, can only watch the Japanese bird smile proudly while tiptoeing, next to a few little Japan is still counting loudly, anyway, those numbers are simple to pronounce in Chinese, go out to China will not speak Chinese, but the estimate of not reading numbers in Chinese can not be found, so it sounds very uniform and harsh for a while.

However, the Japanese little cub's skills are not blown, the people next to him are counted to ninety-three, he still laughs and groans without showing the slightest embarrassment, he tiptoes harder, the more people around him are angry, but you can't really do it, to paraphrase Ge You's words, "If you lose your skills and beat people, it's really embarrassing to spread it", many people took out their mobile phones and called the football masters they knew, so that they could hurry over and scare the spirit of these little Japan.

"Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! Well? Who is Baga? "The Japanese birdie has just tiptoed to ninety-nine, and it is about to reach three digits, when suddenly a football flies over and hits his tiptoe ball impartially, and the two balls immediately change direction after colliding.

The onlookers, who were holding their breath, saw that things had suddenly taken a turn for the better, and applauded, and looked in the direction where the ball came, only to see a young man with long hair covering his face, limping over.

"Second son?" The fat man and the second son are the most familiar, and immediately ran over, "The second son smashed it well, and it ruined the spirit of this little cub!" ”

"I didn't smash it, I kicked it." It was the first time for many people to hear this taciturn second son speak, his voice was still young, but he was a little tired and old, but no one noticed his tone, and they were all calmed by his words. A lame man, kicked out more than ten meters away can directly hit another ball, such footwork, I'm afraid it can be comparable to the legendary Ronaldinho hit the crossbar with four consecutive kicks, I didn't expect this crippled second son to be a master, anyway, the reinforcements came, although it was a cripple, but with that kick, it shouldn't be a problem to defeat this little rabbit cub.

The Japanese were angry at first, but when they heard that, they gradually turned into surprise, and the leader stood up and pointed at the second son and said, "You! I'm going to duel with you! ”

"Than what?" The second son replied very casually, "Tiptoeing?" I still have something to do, I don't have time for you to spend it slowly, I have to go back and clean up the things they smashed in the bar, let's find a way to solve it quickly. ”

The Japanese were enraged and roared: "You say what you are better than anything!" Can I still be afraid of you cripple? ”

When everyone saw these Japanese tearing off their hypocritical masks and revealing their scars, they all accused loudly, but the second son did not move, waved his hand gently to signal everyone to be quiet, and said unhurriedly: "Then let's compare the target, see?" The big screen TV in my bar facing the door, we were twenty meters from the door, and each of us played five balls, and whoever hit the most wins. ”

The face of the Japanese birdie has changed greatly, from the footwork of the second son who hit him on tiptoe just now, he must be a set-piece master, according to this way of gambling, it is his strength, but just now he has boasted of Haikou, and now he is not afraid to gamble, isn't it his own face? It is true that the Japanese are despicable, and in a blink of an eye, a bad idea came to mind, and the little bird stood up and said, "There is no difficulty in this way, and it is difficult to play if you want to play." You and I have our backs to the door, tiptoe a few times and then turn around to hit the target, do you dare? ”

The onlookers were angry when they heard it, first tiptoe and then turn around to hit the target, not to mention that the TV is inside the door, the ball must first pass through the small door and then hit the TV, such a difficult action is basically impossible for a normal person to complete the action, not to mention a disability that is inconvenient for one foot? Some of the bad-tempered ones began to scold again, and at this time, more and more people gathered around, and some people took the opportunity to take out the DV camera they brought with them and started shooting.

However, the second son still didn't seem to care, and agreed casually, so that the people around him sweated, but the Japanese were secretly proud, their little abacus was to bully the second son's legs and feet were not good and it was inconvenient to turn around, and the level of the bird at the head was not bad, so the probability of them winning was greatly increased.

Everyone stood up one after another, giving way to a piece of space in front of the bar, and several people with DV also stood at different angles after discussing it, filming the whole competition.

"I have one more question", the second son, who had not said much, spoke. "Does that just bet count?"

"Of course!" The Japanese bird gritted his teeth, "I want you to get under my step so that everyone can take a good look." ”

"So who will come first? Are you or me? ”

"Since you said so, I'll come first." The Japanese birdie stood in front of the ball with his back to the door and a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Japanese birdie turned his back to the bar door, stepped on the ball with his right foot, gently pulled the ball backwards and rolled to the surface of his feet, flicked the ball up with his right foot, took it in the air with his left leg, and then tiptoed with his right foot, and the left thigh gently knocked the ball up, the ball flew to a more stable height, turned around, volleyed with his right foot, and the ball went straight through the bar door and slammed on the TV.

The people around him stopped breathing, but they didn't expect this little cub's ball skills to be so good, and they all secretly sweated for the second son. And after the Japanese bird hit, he proudly said to the second son: "I'm sorry, the power is too big, I guess I won't be able to watch that TV in the future." ”

The second son still looked like he was going to die, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, that TV is already broken, and no matter how bad it is, it won't get in the way." It's my turn. ”

The second son picked up the ball and stood in the position where the Japanese were standing just now, with his back to the door, gently pulled the ball to the surface of his foot with his lame left foot and threw it upward, the ball flew high, his left shoulder tiptoed again, the ball slowed down, turned around, and the right foot met the ball with a cushion, and the football flew into the bar door along a smooth straight line, with a soft bang, and slowly smashed into the center of the TV.

The emotions of the surrounding audience were immediately ignited, and there was an earth-shattering applause, although the speed of the ball was not fast, but the angle and trajectory were perfect, the sweat on the head of the Japanese dripped, originally according to his estimate, such a target, according to his level five balls can hit two balls is good, and the second son is estimated to miss a ball, fortunately the first ball hit, that is also his extraordinary play, he pretended to be a very relaxed look is to put pressure on the other party, if the other party misses the same, Then he has the initiative, who knows that the lame man in front of him will easily equalize, and now he is nervous, but the more nervous he is, the more difficult it is to play at the level.

The second son glanced at Little Japan playfully and walked away with a smile. Little Japan gritted his teeth and walked to the ball, but he was impetuous and couldn't even maintain his ordinary state, and the goal was not even kicked in, and the onlookers did not hesitate to boo him with the warmest applause.

Little Japan glared at the second son fiercely, but the second son was unmoved, and hit the ball on the TV very lightly, and the score is now 2:1.

"Do you want to compare?" The second son of the bar asked playfully.

"Than! Of course it's better than that! "The face of the Japanese is very ugly, he himself knows that the first ball hit can be said to be luck, but two consecutive balls hit the same target according to the same pattern, this is definitely not a coincidence, he can't help but regret it very much, China has 1.4 billion people, there are countless hidden masters, his own level is just a little stronger than the average person, so he came here to boast and provoked a real master, but the problem is that he is conceited and absolutely does not allow himself to bow to the Chinese, so he has to fill it to death.

But the technique is there, little Japan's third goal still misses, if the bar two son hits this goal, he still misses the next goal, then the game is over. Little Japan looked at the football outside the door and gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do, he could only secretly pray to their Amaterasu god, hoping that it would secretly make trouble and not let the other party hit again.

But he seems to have forgotten that this is China's territory, which is their turn to do something bullshit here, the third ball, the second son still used the same footwork to smash the ball on the TV, with a soft bang, it was transmitted to the ears of the Chinese audience like fairy music, and now the score is 3:1.

The Japanese have basically lost, there are two goals left, as long as he misses one goal, he loses, even if he hits both goals, and the second son only needs to hit one more goal to win the game, the five-goal system, the rules are the same as the penalty shootout.

Little Japan may have resigned himself to his fate, and he was disheartened and kicked the fourth goal hastily, but naturally he didn't hit, so the game was over, and the people around him erupted in earth-shattering cheers, as if they were more excited than the Chinese team entering the World Cup.

The Japanese bird walked back to the team, and several Japanese began to roar in Japanese, as if to accuse him of failure, and glanced at the second son from time to time, with a very vicious look in his eyes.

The people around have long been holding back the fire in their stomachs, seeing that the second son finally defeated the Japanese, the excitement was screaming and making trouble, many people remembered the bet before the game, and coaxed to let the Japanese fulfill the bet, that is, from the second son's file to drill through, so that there are really a lot of people who do things that fall into the well, when the first person shouted "The Japanese quickly drill under your grandfather's file", all the people shouted loudly together, this scene, almost scared a few Japanese.

Another Japanese man stepped forward and said in broken Chinese, "Are you the owner of this bar?" Your skills are very good, but we are not convinced, because you are opportunistic, the ball speed is very slow every time you hit the target, so the difficulty is too low, our people, the speed of shooting out is very fast, this game, not counted! ”

The people around scolded the Japanese for being despicable and shameless, and losing the account, but the second son only smiled, walked to the side of the ball without saying a word, knocked the ball with the heel of his right foot, and the ball bounced up on the left foot, and then stabilized the ball with the outside of the right foot, gently threw it to the left side of the body, turned around, and volleyed vigorously to meet the ball, the ball with a roar along a straight line through the bar door smashed on the TV inside, there was a loud bang, in the eyes of people, the display screen of the super TV was smashed one after another, and the football, Stopped in the empty shell of the TV.

Miraculous! The people around were all stunned, even the little Japan who had just made a lot of nonsense couldn't speak, regardless of how difficult the technology was just now, just smashing such a thick TV screen with a ball thirty meters away, this force is not something ordinary people can imagine, if it is a shot, how many goalkeepers in the world can hold it? It's just a pity that this person is a cripple, otherwise he would have led the Chinese team to the World Cup alone, the method is very simple, he only needs to shoot.

"Ling Feng! He was Ling Feng, the star of hope a few years ago! Suddenly, a voice rang out in the audience.