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"I mean, if you really don't want to join the football team, you can leave the team freely if you meet two conditions, which is to help us do two things."

Deng Jianwei said calmly, there was not the slightest wave on his face, but Niu Ben and Yang Zhe behind him looked at each other.

"Nani!? Do I still have a chance to leave the team freely? The photo thing... You won't hand it over to the teacher? ”

"Well, that's what I meant."

Jun Mo didn't know if he was happy or not, but he knew that he should also show that he was happy for the sake of face at this time.

"Deal, that... Haha, well, this won't delay me from going online after school... No, no... It's time to learn. In fact, Jun Mo's so-called love of learning has been debunked by them, but Jun Mo still doesn't want to be too straightforward.

"What conditions? What are these two conditions? Jun Mo Zhengse, when he thought of having time to play games again, he couldn't help but start looking forward to it again.

"First, you have to score a goal in an official match."

"Oops, what kind of condition is this, it's too weak to work, soeasy! It's just a simple man-machine difficulty, okay, hahaha, a genius like me, a man with a plug-in, a small game like football, as long as I take it a little seriously, I can complete this task right away, okay, hahahaha. ”

Niu Ben and Yang Zhe showed angry lines on their foreheads, and Chen Zijie motioned for them to calm down.

Deng Jianguo didn't see any influence.

Jun Mohahaha laughed for a long time, seeing that Deng Jianguo didn't answer his words, he continued to laugh a few times, coughed twice, and pretended to be serious: "Then what? What is the second condition? ”

"Since you're leaving, you have to make sure that when you leave, we have eleven people in our team, and we only have five people in our team now, so if you want to leave, then you have to recruit seven more people before the start of the Deer Cup League, that is, before this weekend."

.....

There was a wind blowing, and Jun Mo suddenly felt a little cold, for a long time, silent.

"Open... What are you kidding, are you me, big brother? Our school team, can't we make up eleven people? ”

Jun Mo's shouting sounded on the street, attracting sideways glances from passers-by. Although Jun Mo has never played football, he can be said to be a football novice, but he has never seen a pig run and always eat pork, and he still knows the common sense that there are eleven people on each side of a football game.

"This... That's the truth, I'll explain the specific reasons to you later, in short, the situation is like this, you can do it yourself. ”

"Damn, cheat daddy, not only do I have to do coolies and kick football for you, but I also have to be responsible for pimping!"

Jun Mo shouted again, and passers-by stopped to look sideways again.

"Today's students, it's really getting more and more unpleasant, and they start pimping at a young age, and they don't know any shame. How is the country's education done now? There's no hope. "The aunt who had just finished the square dance passed by and discussed.

***

Since the square dance aunt who passed by loudly criticized Jun Mo and them, Deng Jianguo and the others immediately pretended not to know each other and walked away.

Even if the conditions for leaving the team were achieved, Jun Mo hurriedly found a nearby dark Internet café to surf the Internet.

The whole body is still as comfortable as before, but I always feel that something is missing, and it seems that there is no excitement and expectation every time I sit in front of the computer before, and after leaving the court, the body calms down and seems to have an empty feeling.

These pit goods, as expected, are still in the game.

"I'm here, my brother won't be able to win the first win tonight, how many points have you dropped? Hahaha. As soon as Jun Mo opened the game client, he sent a message to Ke Shi, Er, and Jin Guan. The first win here refers to the reward that L in the game LO gives to the player for the first victory of the day every day, and the score refers to the ranking points, at this time they are at the key node of the diamond rank to the master rank.

"Get out!"

"Where are you dead?"

"Wait for us 20."

Haha, this group of pit goods, as I expected.

"Where are you? Just came? The chat window pops up a message that says "I'm worried".

"Haha, something." Unlike Jun Mo's sluggishness on the court, his typing hand speed is fast.

"Wait a minute?"

"Mm-hmm, okay, wait for my three pit friends."

"Hehe, okay." I said that I was worried.

Waiting for those three friends to finish playing, Jun Mo was fine for a while, and the anticipation of being about to devote himself to the game also made him forget the strange passion he had just felt in football for a while.

"Anyway, I have to find a few more people to replace me to join the football team, it seems that I want to participate in the Deer Cup League, I will take advantage of Baidu Baidu now what is the Deer League and our team." Don't talk to yourself.

Jun Mo this Baidu, really searched a website about the Zhulu League, clicked in, really did a good job, it looks very formal and atmospheric, as if what Shenzhou City is the first place in China to implement campus football reform, Zhulu League is China's earliest home-and-away double round-robin weekly high school league.

Jun Mo didn't look closely, and clicked on the two words on the standings.

Judging from the introduction and historical data of No. 1 Middle School, No. 1 Middle School used to be regarded as a giant of the league, with a history of more than ten years, and was one of the ten teams that originally founded the Zhulu League together, and has not been relegated until now, and the best result has once won the runner-up, and has maintained a high ranking.

But obviously, from this steeply declining curve, it can be seen that the ranking of the first middle school has been declining day by day in the past few years, from the top four to the bottom, Jun Mo guessed that this must be related to the principal nicknamed Extermination Shitai.

"Is the team already so bad? There are so many students in a middle school, and eleven people who play football can't be found? You couldn't help but have such a question.

***

"Captain, is it so easy to agree with that kid? The team is running out of people right now. On the way home, Yang Zhe asked.

"I think the sooner you get out, the better, that kid will only do you a disservice, and it's a scourge to keep it." Niu Ben mends the knife.

"Do you know why I have to pull him into the team?" Deng Jianguo asked.

"Is it because of his speed?" Chen Zijie, who had been silent, asked.

"Kicking isn't just about speed!" Yang Zhe said.

"That's right, I'm very fast!" Niu Ben continued.

"It's not just speed." Deng Jianguo said.

"Huh?" Yang Zhe Niu Ben asked, and Chen Zijie also showed a puzzled expression.

"You see we're all sweating a little bit and taking a few breaths after such an intense workout, but think about that kid."

The three of them recalled that the image of Jun Mo when he was separated from them appeared in their minds, and even the hairstyle was not messed up.

"Could it be because the kid didn't move at all?" Yang Zhe asked.

"Actually..."

Deng Jianguo told the story eloquently, recalling the first time he saw Jun Mo, which was when he was a freshman in high school and was about to be a sophomore.

One day he was practicing on the school court, and that day happened to be the entrance exam for sports students in No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, in the past few years, because the principal only focuses on learning and completely boycotts sports, students who really want to rely on sports to eat will not want to come to No. 1 Middle School, and even if they enter No. 1 Middle School, No. 1 Middle School does not encourage all kinds of training, but will waste their talents in vain.

As a result, the sports special move of No. 1 Middle School has gradually become a kind of chicken ribs, which are not popular with all parties.

But that day, Jun Mo's performance made Deng Jianguo unforgettable in his life, he sat on the rostrum and watched all the tests of Jun Mo, and then asked the invigilator, and the result was:

100 meters, 400 meters, 3000 meters, high jump, long jump, etc., almost every Junmo has broken school records and even city records.

Then at the end of the following summer vacation, Deng Jianguo came to school and wanted to play football.

Students in the first year of high school have already started military training ahead of schedule. When I came to the football field, there were many juniors and sisters in camouflage uniforms in the playground.

Alas, I can't play football again. Deng Jianguo thought so at the time, but what made him strange was that it was originally a class unit that was supposed to be a phalanx, but it was a mess at that time, Deng Jianguo thought it was a literary and artistic performance during the break, and walked over to find that everyone was just watching a person doing push-ups there.

That person was Jun Mo, and the instructor shouted on the side: "Let you go over the wall and go online!" Give me until you can't get up! ”

As a result, Jun Mo did it all afternoon without stopping, and when it was time for dinner, he continued to do it, and the instructor had to break his promise to stop the punishment.

Dumbfounded, this is the expression of Yang Zhe and Niu Ben after listening, and it is also the expression of Deng Jianguo when he knew this result at that time.

***

"Oops, it's so boring to wait, why is this group of dish B so slow. When I arrived in high school, the school was too close to home, and it was not like the previous excuse to stay in school to do hygiene, go to the Internet, and then come home late. I can only say that I went to Ke Shi's house to study. ”

Jun Mo looked at the time, because he had played a game before, and now it was a little late, so he decided to call home.

Hey!?

What about my phone?

"Oops!" Jun Mo blurted out, he must have forgotten on the court, Assi!

"Damn, I have something to do, you guys play another game." Jun Mo finished typing a few words, and hurriedly went offline and ran out of the Internet café.

Jun Mo ran to the stadium and explained to the boss that he was put in.

"Haha, I found it, I didn't lose it." Jun Mo was relieved, and his mobile phone was completely placed on the sidelines.

Jun Mo tiptoed over and picked it up, "Hehe, hey, look at my circle of friends." “

The circle of friends he posted during the day, in addition to the ridicule of a few bad friends, finally had a like and a new comment, showing that it was Teacher Yang Moer: Come on! ~

"Hahaha, Teacher Yang Moer is the best, not only the captain believes in me on the court and keeps passing the ball to me, but in life, there is also Teacher Yang Moer who unconditionally trusts me and supports me!"

Jun Mo didn't have time to look up, and his eyes were attracted by the scene that was happening on the court.

A boy about his age, who was dribbling the ball at high speed, used an upper body shoulder to dribble past a player, and then a clever outside instep flick of the ball changed direction to dodge a tackle, then a calf fake shot changed to a guard who grabbed up, the fourth, the fifth, the goalkeeper!

The boy passed the six opponents with lightning speed, and the ball slowly rolled into the net, although the ball was very slow, no one came to chase the ball, and they were all desperate or shaken down or standing in place.

Football has a rhythm, dribbling is a person with a sense of beauty, there are many stars who dribble very powerful, but the posture and rhythm of dribbling are not necessarily the most beautiful, and some stars, not only dribbling is very powerful, but also his dribbling is pleasing to the eye, such as Baggio, such as Kaka, such as Cruyff.

Jun Mo didn't know these stars yet, but he could feel the simplicity and rhythmic beauty contained in the swift dribbling of the young man in front of him.

At this time, Jun Mo felt that the whole world was darkened, and bright raindrops poured in the sky, and the young man seemed to be no longer in the court, but in a dark rain alley, he was wearing a cloak and a hat, and a miserable white and shiny sword rotated with the flickering of his body, and instantly passed between several people to the end of the alley.

The enemy had fallen, the rain had not stopped, but the sword was red, and that red became the only bright color in the black and white picture.

At this time, of course, it was not raining on the court, it was Jun Mo's heart that was raining, and his heart was wet.

Yes, men don't just look at women to see wet, they also look wet when they watch football.

What's more, the route and curvature of the football master wearing flowers and butterflies are also like the delicate body of a beauty, an increase of one point is too fat, and a decrease of one point is too thin; The rhythm of the dribbling ball is also like a beauty's chest rising and falling, proud and erect. Wouldn't it be just as tempting?

The teenager's goal, the shouts between teammates, the sound of feet bombarding the ball.

The emptiness in my heart seems to be slowly filled with a vague thing, and it becomes warm and full. It was as if it was a ship on a dark sea full of mist, and it didn't know where to go. And now, in the dark mist, a dim lighthouse appeared, and although it had directions, it did not know where it was or who gave it direction.

"Okay 6."

This is an inexplicable sigh.

As... This wave... Maybe..?.

In Jun Mo's heart, an inexplicable thought suddenly appeared.