When the sky gradually darkened, the training ground, which had been lively and noisy all day, became quiet, and in the huge green turf, there was only a vague figure in the field, constantly shuttling back and forth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A big dog was crawling on the sidelines, bored with his two front paws in the dirt, playing tricks on unknown bugs, while next to the big dog, Nihat was sitting bored on the ground, playing with his fingers and watching the training ground with no energy.

“78，79…… 108，109…… 200！ ”

As the football crashed into the goal again accurately, Nihat's count to "200" suddenly increased, and he stood up sharply and shouted excitedly at the field: "Ha! Two hundred! Congratulations, rookie, you've managed to score two hundred goals...... Uh, can we call it a day and go home? ”

It's been two days since the match against Celta Vigo, and in that game, Villarreal beat their opponents by six goals at the Stade de la Love Song, and although they didn't score, Van Bizhuang provided an assist and did well.

However, he himself was not very satisfied, the main reason was that the empty goal did not score, at that time Fan Bizhuang had the urge to practice shooting after going back, and in these two days, he also put it into action, with the help of the head coach, in the training to increase the shooting training.

This is not enough, after the training, Fan Bizhuang also set a "course" for himself to practice, of course, training alone will inevitably be boring, and he is not clear about some problems, so he simply found someone to accompany him to practice.

As for who the sparring partner is looking for, it is obvious that it is naturally Nihart. First, the two of them are friends, and secondly, Nihat is the team's main striker, and his shooting skills are also good.

But in this way, it will be bitter for Nihat, this guy is born to be idle, and it is an indispensable program to go to the night after training every day, and now he is "forced" by Fan Bizhuang to stay, so he is like a fly, complaining and chattering.

Fan Bizhuang set himself a small goal, that is, to successfully practice 200 shots after training every day. It was only when he saw that Fan Bizhuang scored 200 goals that he was so excited, which showed that today's training was over, and he no longer had to stay here and count his fingers.

"It always feels like something is wrong."

Fan Bizhuang walked back, his brows furrowed together, as if he was not very satisfied with today's shooting training.

In fact, Fan Bizhuang feels that this kind of shooting practice is not very difficult, he sets the football at different distances and different angles, and then shoots the football one by one, although sometimes the strength is not good, there will be a kick defect and the result of kicking, but most of the time, he can still accurately send the football into the goal.

After his shooting percentage improved, he increased the power of his shots, and after a brief period of discomfort, his shooting percentage remained at a very high level.

If you just watch the practice, Fan Bizhuang feels that his shooting skills are fine, but he always feels that something is wrong, if the shooting is really so easy, then today's football super shooters are not a big catch?

"I think it's already very good, little rookie, you are the hardest working professional player I have ever met, you are just a defender, a passer, it is good to be able to break through and pass quality balls, the shooting is just incidental, there is such a level, enough!"

Nihat said very "seriously", he is not a lie, just look at the training, Fan Bizhuang's shooting skills are really good, most of them can hit the target, if he is replaced, at such a distance and different angles, with such a big force to shoot, maybe the hit rate is not as good as the other party.

But he also knows that this is just practice, in professional games, opponents will not give you such a chance to shoot calmly, professional games are more intense, the pace is faster, opportunities are fleeting, in the face of all kinds of unexpected situations, to make the best way to respond in such a short time, which requires a high level of reaction. It's actually a talent, and some people are naturally suited to be a striker because he has quick reflexes, a lot of adaptability, and he always finds opportunities to finish in all sorts of ways.

To put it bluntly, training and actual combat are completely different things.

Nihat guessed that the reason why Fan Bizhuang felt strange was the source and this, but he wouldn't say it explicitly, otherwise, maybe Fan Bizhuang would have to continue to toss, but he wanted to go back early, see the current sky, it's not too late, if you are lucky to go to the bar, maybe you can meet a few girls with good figures.

Fan Bizhuang nodded, and looked at Nihat's face with a strange look, this guy is out of tune all day long, but at this time he looks like "earnest and seductive", if you want to say that it is not weird, Fan Bizhuang himself does not believe it.

However, Fan Bizhuang didn't dig deeper, and when Nihat was about to be stared at a little uncomfortable, Fan Bizhuang finally spoke: "Okay, Kach, let's stop here today, let's continue tomorrow." ”

At the end, Fan Bizhuang added as if talking to himself: "It seems that I will have to find a few more people to help tomorrow, but if you practice alone, the effect does not seem to be very obvious, and it is said that actual combat is the best training, since this is the case, then follow the rhythm of the game." ”

Nihat was startled, it was obvious that although Fan Bizhuang did not realize the most critical place, it was not far away, he was very admired by Fan Bizhuang's intelligence, but more was depressed.

Awesome my brother, I don't say anything, you can even think of ideas? If you really play every day, then my sisters, wouldn't you have to keep the empty door alone?

Don't play like this, okay, what I want is to be by the side of the girls at night, not you!

"Alright, Kach, you go back first, I'll clean up here before leaving."

Nihat was still thinking about the words of consolation, Fan Bizhuang had already turned around, there were exactly two soccer balls under his feet, Fan Bizhuang didn't think much about it, made a shot action, and jerked his right foot on the football.

The place where the two of them were standing at this time was at least forty meters away from the goal, and in the dim sky, the goal could only be faintly visible at such a distance.

Nihat scoffed, deciding that Fan Bizhuang's volley could only be in vain.

And it was true, the ball didn't fall into the goal, but in the bucket next to the post.

Wait a minute...... Drums?

As if thinking of something, Nihart's mouth opened wide and his eyes blinked in disbelief.

Goal...... Drums...... Goal...... Drums......

Could it be that this guy didn't want to kick the ball into the goal, but intentionally kicked it into the bucket? This can't be, such a long distance, the visibility is not high, if you kick the goal, I will admit it, but Nima's iron bucket, can the goal and the iron bucket be compared? The goal is so big, the mouth of the iron bucket is so small, I should go to it, this should be impossible, right?

Soon, Fan Bizhuang's next action answered Nihat's doubts.

Another kick was drawn on the football, and the football drew a parabola in the air, and then accurately landed in the iron bucket forty meters away, making a sound of "plop~".

Awesome my brother!

Nihat was dumbfounded, and only four words kept echoing in his head: Amazing!

"How did you do that? How the hell do you do that? Oh my God, I've seen Roman spin an orange with his feet, and Diego with his right foot spinning a marble...... But I've never seen you before! It's so precise! It's incredible! ”

Nihat yelled excitedly. There's no way not to be excited, this Nima's shooting level is simply breaking through the sky! You can score this, what kind of shooting are you still practicing, you're already a Super Saiyan, you're already at the full level, you don't have to tease me here, you better go back to Mars!

"Is that hard? When I was very young, I was able to do that. It's just that it used to kick soda cans, but now it's kicking football. ”

Fan Bizhuang looked back at Nihat strangely, remembered the scene of kicking soda cans in the street when he was a child, and shook his head gently.

He just followed the action of passing the ball and kicked the football into the iron bucket. It's a shot rather than a pass.

Nihat has always boasted of being the team's top scorer, the first scorer, and the first pretending player...... But now, he's convinced!

What a real pretending!

That's it!

It's not that hard to call it! Is this easy?!

Why don't you call the whole team up and try it, I guess they can't get into it!

Endless pretending, it's really deadly!

"Brother, you are my brother, I'm really convinced!"

Nihat had an urge to kneel down and worship, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, he looked at Fan Bizhuang fixedly, and said: "Little rookie, now I must say that your talent is really incomparable!" As a friend, I think I'll have to hand over my knack for shooting to you, and only you can make it shine! ”

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, looked at the other party's solemn appearance, and asked with some suspicion: "What is it?" ”

"You don't really have to practice any more shooting, you're at full level! You only need to memorize one mantra and you will be sure to hit every shot! Nihat said with a solemn expression, "Every time you shoot, you only have to say five words in your heart, 'This goal will definitely go in!'" Then, the ball will definitely go in! ”

“……”

Fan Bizhuang rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

"Hey, I'm serious, Fan, remember this mantra, this ball must go in, it must go in!"

Nihat was still yelling at Fan Bizhuang's figure on the spot, but he didn't get the slightest response, only Spring Festival looked at him, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, got up, shook the hair on his body, walked to him with his tail wagging, and poured out a bubble of hot urine.

"Fan, remember, you must remember...... Damn, you dead dog! Damn Chinese New Year, peeing on my pants again! Shit！ ”