"Team Yi, you're here. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Deng Jianguo stood in front of Yi Peng, there was a huge difference between the height of one meter six and one meter nine, but Deng Jianguo did not succumb to Yi Peng's momentum, and his body was straight.

"Statehood." Yi Peng responded, "No, it should be called Team Deng now." After speaking, there seemed to be a warm smile in his wild eyes.

"Hehe, don't be joking with the Yi team, how dare you call yourself the captain in front of the Yi team, besides, I, the captain, was also forced to go to Liangshan." Deng Jianguo smiled bitterly.

The two confronted each other like this, Jun Mo took a closer look at Yi Peng's appearance, Yi Peng was very burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and his long hair was not yet shawled, very powerful and heroic.

Originally, Deng Jianguo's face looked resolute and angular, but in front of Yi Peng, it softened in such a comparison.

Deng Jianguo realized that Lian Hao, who was a little inconvenient to move, and asked, "Is this brother okay?" ”

Lian Hao didn't say a word, his hair covered his face, and his eyes still looked like he was going to kill, Yi Peng smiled: "Haha, count you lucky, he is a super newcomer to our team, he can't play this game, you won't be abused too badly." ”

Even Hao shouldn't be in harmony, his expression didn't change at all, he wasn't embarrassed at all or said that Yi Peng was joking, it seemed that what Yi Peng said was an irrefutable fact.

Deng Jianguo just wanted to talk, Jun Mo rushed to say: "Hey, hey, Brother Big Bird, you are very arrogant, don't say it too early, who abuses who is not necessarily!?" Be humble, do you understand!? ”

Yi Peng looked at Jun Mo in a daze, and then looked at Deng Jianguo, and found that Deng Jianguo was also confused, the two blinked, but Lian Hao's eyes began to be hostile to Jun Mo.

Big Bird? Deng Jianguo was taken aback, he dared to call Yi Peng like this, and his heart beat a drum. Jun Mo also began to hear the gang of bad boys calling Yi Peng Yi Da Bird in the alley, so he called out.

Deng Jianguo: "That..."

Deng Jianguo was about to play a round game, when Yi Peng suddenly said, "Oh? This brother you are also on the football team? ”

Jun Mo leaned his face closer: "Why, can't you see it?" Iba Bird!? ”

A murderous aura emanated from Lian Hao's eyes, and Deng Jianguo was at a loss for a moment and wanted to pull Jun Mo back: "That... Forehead... Jun Mo.. Captain Ebon..."

Yi Peng smiled and touched the back of his head: "Haha, I really didn't see it, it's not like it." ”

Jun Mo was annoyed and wanted to bring his face closer to Yi Peng's head: "Damn... Something doesn't look like it! Don't accept solo! ”

Deng Jianguo hurriedly hugged Jun Mo from behind: "Hey, Jun Mo... Don't be impulsive.."

Yi Peng: "Eh, big brother, I'm sorry, it's me who is out of sight, it's me who is out of sight." ”

Jun Mo withdrew his hands and hugged them in front of his waist: "Hmph, this is pretty much the same." ”

Deng Jianguo didn't expect that the conflict between Jun Mo and Yipeng that was about to break out ended with Yi Peng's apology. As far as Deng Jianguo knows, in the entire high school of the Zhulu League, Jun Mo is still the first person who dares to fight against Yi Peng like this, even if it is Yu Qiuli from Yuya High School and Wu Wei from Xingchen High School standing in front of Yi Peng, at most he will not lose to Yi Peng in terms of momentum, and he will do it with his face, which is also something that has never happened before.

In fact, Deng Jianguo just stood in front of Yi Peng, and he had to concentrate the strength of his whole body, and his mental power was bursting to forcibly withstand Yi Peng's powerful aura for a moment, even if he held on for a second longer, he would collapse, and his legs were about to play the pipa nervously.

Jun Mo, is it just that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the ignorant are fearless, or is it really something outstanding? Deng Jianguo thought secretly in his heart.

"Team Yi, you Senying's people have already arrived, over there, it's not early, let's start the game as soon as possible with a little preparation." Deng Jianguo pointed out the direction behind him with his thumb, and there were indeed many players in green jerseys warming up near the goal over there.

The green jersey is Senying's home jersey, although this game is in a middle school competition, but because it is only a friendly match, and the color difference between the home red and white jersey of the first middle school is large, so Moriying still wears the home jersey to play.

"Okay, Team Deng, then we'll pass, goodbye, little brother, see you on the field later." Yi Peng said hello, just like Senying's camp on the other side of the field.

"Hmph." Jun Mo turned his head and snorted.

***

Yi Peng and Lian Hao are entering from the sideline through the warm-up half of No. 1 Middle School.

Many of the teams in No. 1 Middle School are not official players, and everyone's warm-up is relatively lazy, unlike organized teams with coaches, there will be jogging, stretching, and ball training before the game. Some also have circle grabbing, group passing, and the goalkeeper has a special warm-up for the goalkeeper.

One is a group of people, a few balls, shooting at the goal.

"Hah, good ball."

"You're not going to pounce."

"Take it, Chen Zijie, you've shot a few times, it's my turn!"

"Shoot it yourself and pick it up yourself,!"

Yu Yihuan was not with those people, he was alone on the sideline, muttering something, the ball was very stable, and the higher and higher it became. But no matter how high the ball is, Yu Yihuan can find the landing point of the ball steadily, and directly change one foot with the instep of the ball without stopping the ball, and kick the ball straight into the air with the instep, his position has barely moved, and sometimes he doesn't even need to look up to find the ball, the ball still obediently falls on his instep. This requires a great sense of the ball and a lot of control on the ball.

is a master, Yi Peng and Lian Hao passed by Yu Yihuan and made such an evaluation of Yu Yihuan.

At the moment when the two walked past Yu Yihuan, Yu Yihuan suddenly kicked the ball into the air, and the ball flew vertically to an unprecedented height, and then fell vertically after reaching the apex, like a jumping machine in a playground.

Yi Peng and Lian Hao's eyes lit up.

The ball has not yet fallen to the height of the foot, only when it falls in the flush position of the waist of Yu Yihong, Yu Yixiang rises, the left foot is supported on the ground, the right leg is swinged, the arm is rocked, and the bow is bent and the arrow is bent.

The posture is standard! Yi Peng saw it.

Yu Yihuan did not wait for the ball to land, and volleyed directly, and the ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and hung into the upper right corner of the goal 30 meters away.

Yi Peng squinted at the corner of his eyes and looked at Yu Yihu: "This kid." ”

But I heard Yu Yi's muttering and muttering sound: "Oops, oops, how to do it, how to do it, why is it such an arc, such an arc, and the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves!?" The rotation of the ball is not enough, the ball does not have a downward trend, because the angle of power when the ball is kicked up, the deviation caused by the landing point caused by the deviation, resulting in the shot did not hit the middle and lower part of the ball at the moment of touching the ball, and you have to kick the middle and lower middle and lower parts! It's too vegetable, it's too vegetable, it's too vegetable! ”

Yi Peng Lian Hao didn't hear too clearly what Yu Yihuan was talking about, but he felt speechless. This kid seems to be different from the average powerful and cold pretending to be forced.

***

People from both sides have formed a circle and started the pre-game mobilization.

Deng Jianguo: "I said everything that should be said yesterday, do you still have any questions, if there is no problem, we will add fuel and go on it." Come, one! Two! Three! One in one! ”

"Plus! …..”

"Captain, I have!" Jun Mo suddenly remembered something and shouted.

The word "plus" cheered by everyone was shouted halfway, but the word "oil" had not yet come out, and it was swallowed back alive.

Zuo Qiu Ming's "Cao Di Polemic" has a cloud: "One drum of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion." However, he did not say what the consequences would be if he couldn't do it in one goth. That will be more terrible than three and exhaustion, exhaustion is just zero morale, swallowing back and not venting it is directly damaging morale to negative.

The emotions that can't be vented through the voice are swallowed back in the liver and turned into anger, which can only be vented through actions, Niu Ben Yang Zhe's head is on fire, the green tendons are twitching, and Chen Zijie's entire face seems to be brushed with a layer of shadows.

Deng Jianguo: "What are you doing!?" Amo, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Mo: "I almost forgot to say it!" I don't play centre-back! ”

"What?" Deng Jianguo frowned

"I don't play centre-back, centre-back is rubbish! Those who play center back are all because they can't play as a striker! ”

"What are you talking about, stinky boy!" This time it was Niu Ben's turn to be angry, because he was the central defender, "You don't understand anything fucking and don't talk nonsense, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." ”

Yu Yi sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to score, I'm going to play as a striker, captain you're despicable! I said I had to score a goal to leave, and I could score a goal as a centre-back! I don't do it! The central defenders are useless! ”

Deng Jianguo comforted: "Jun Mo, don't be like this, how can the central defender be useless?" The strikers who score the most goals on the football pitch are usually the forwards, but the centre-backs are also very important. Every position in football has its own irreplaceable important role and division of labor. Someone is responsible for playing the piano, someone is responsible for carrying the piano, someone is responsible for attacking, someone is responsible for defense, someone is responsible for gorgeous performances, and someone is responsible for doing dirty work.

In real life, too, everyone has their own social division of labor, students are responsible for studying hard, scientists are responsible for serious scientific research, and workers are responsible for hard work. Do your own work well, don't envy others, cherish what you have, and make due contributions to the construction of harmonious socialism. ”

Niu Ben's mouth became O-shaped, and he pushed Yang Zhe with his elbow: "What is the captain doing in the class?" ”

Yang Zhe covered his mouth with his hand and said secretly: "The secretary of the regiment." ”

"Awesome." Niu Ben gave a thumbs up.

"No, I'm going to play as a striker." Jun Mo didn't show any performance of receiving advanced sex education after listening to it, because he didn't understand it at all.

"Amo..."Deng Jianguo didn't know what to say.

"No matter what, the centre-back is useless." Jun Mo insisted.

"How can it be, even a pair of underwear and a piece of toilet paper can be of his use." Deng Jianguo did not back down.

"Hey..."Niu Ben stepped forward to say something, but was stopped by Yang Zhe.

"Don't play, I'm going to play as a striker!"

"It's not like you want to play, you can play if you want to! Give me a defender, if you want to play, you can play, if you don't play, you have to play! Yang Zhe stood next to Deng Jianguo and fanned the flames.

"No, I just want it!"

Deng Jianguo didn't bother with Jun Mo anymore, but took out his mobile phone and was flipping it out at some point.

Jun Mo was depressed, finding that no one was paying attention to him anymore, seeing Deng Jianguo's abnormal behavior, he wondered: "What are you doing, what are you doing?" ”

Deng Jianguo: "I'm looking for the principal's WeChat..."

Jun Mo: "Ya Yan Butterfly!! ”

Jun Mo took out his hand to grab the mobile phone, but was deftly flashed by Deng Jianguo, and Jun Mo's legs were weak: "I'll kick... I kick..."

***

The football field of No. 1 Middle School does not have classes on Saturdays and there are no people here, but there are people on the basketball court and a row of table tennis tables not far away.

The two teams did not line up or shake hands, and directly stood in their respective positions, and the game was about to begin.