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Jun Mo felt very strange, why no one on the other side defended this ball, and no one on his side seemed to be ready to receive this ball. Everyone just stood motionless, silently escorting them with their eyes as if watching a plane crash. Is this kick arc really so beautiful?

Jun Mo just happened to see someone on TV who said that Beckham's full moon scimitar arc is particularly artistic, and it turns out that he can also use his feet to create that kind of art that makes people stop.

Until Niu Ben yelled that stupid sentence to himself, Jun Mo hadn't reacted to what was going on.

"Thank you." The No. 9 young man in the blue vest lightly stepped on the ball that had bounced on the turf a few times, and there was no one to defend it, he turned and scored the ball easily, the ball was not fast, almost slowly rolled into the goal, and the goalkeeper did not react.

"Pass it beautifully." Player No. 9 slowly ran towards Jun Mo and slapped Jun Mo's palm with his palm, "This is the best pass I have ever received today." ”

Damn, I was ridiculed, is this a mockery on the football field? It looks like I'm going to carry this pot first!?

"I'm going to kill you!" Niu Ben strode over with his shoulders high, and was hugged by Deng Jianguo halfway.

Although the members of the yellow team did not make a sound, they all held their breath and their bodies trembled.

"What! It's the first time I've played football, no! Jun Mo was very empty in his heart, but he was still unconvinced, and thought to himself: I really want to cheat my teammates.

The rest of the passers-by were on the verge of exploding.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's the first time he's playing, he doesn't understand anything, it's just a goal, just get it back." Deng Jianguo hurriedly appeased everyone, moved around, bent down to apologize, and acted like a peacemaker.

Seeing Deng Jianguo take the blame for himself like this, Jun Mo suddenly felt very sorry, it felt like taking a girl to open the black in the game, but the girl was too bad and the whole team was scolded by her teammates, and she still had to defend this girl.

And now, I'm this girl. Assi, when did Lao Tzu suffer such anger!

Who knew that at this time, Chen Zijie walked over, with a gloomy face and looked like he was going to fight, Jun Mo realized that he immediately straightened up and made a look of being unconvinced and wanted to fight: "Do you want to fight?" Don't accept solo! I'm not afraid of anyone! ”

Deng Jianguo was comforting Niu Ben from a distance at this time, and when he turned around, he found that it was too late.

"Can't kick a ball, can't you even tell the direction?"

Chen Zijie didn't do anything, and wiped straight past Jun Mo, leaving only a sentence, as if he didn't exist.

***

Kick off, the game starts again, the crowd starts running again, the sun is lower, and the sky is darker.

Can't even tell the direction?

Jun Mo thought back to this sentence, in fact, in the past few months, his life has indeed lost his way.

Since junior high school, because he has been addicted to games all day, his grades have been a mess, and by the end of the third year of junior high school, he has no hope of being admitted to high school at all.

The head teacher of junior high school is a white fat woman in menopause, with a snarky personality, and she hates Jun Mo very much, and targets him every day.

"Some students in our school come to the school purely to generate income for the school commissary, no, he should be alone to feed the Internet café within a radius of five miles around the school!"

"You granite head."

"You can see from you that Darwin's theory of evolution failed!"

"Even Jun Mo can make this question."

"You are the worst class I have ever led, and Jun Mo is the worst one in this class."

"Is there anything you don't understand about this question? You don't understand? Okay, that's okay, let's take a look at the next one. ”

"I believe in everything you don't do, but early love is impossible. I have faith in the girls in our school. ”

Every time I think of these Jun Mo, I tremble with anger, and after being scolded once, I broke out, and I was angry with the head teacher like mocking my opponent in an online game, and I made the fat woman half dead, and finally found Jun Mo's parents. What's even more hateful is that this white fat woman recklessly smeared herself in front of Jun Mo's mother.

"Son, I believe you, but your grades are already in front of you, if you can't get into high school and don't have the opportunity to go to college, what are you going to do in the future? Have you ever thought about it? Where is the direction of your life? Mom's gentle voice didn't mean any reproach, but it caused Jun Mo to blame himself deeply.

***

"Amo, catch the ball!"

Deng Jianguo used a simple smashing technique to change direction to connect the two and pass the ball to Jun Mo.

Can't be looked down upon!

Jun Mo thought to himself, stretched out his foot to stop the ball, although the ball stopped two meters away, it was much better than the first time he stopped directly out of bounds.

Hasten!

Jun Mo caught up with the football that he almost lost, but at this time, a player in blue had already stopped in front of Jun Mo and blocked Jun Mo's direction.

Football is like this, the opportunity is fleeting, if Jun Mo just stopped the ball at his feet for the first time, he will be left with an unguarded open field in front of him, but because of these two meters, the two seconds of adjustment, the defenders have returned to the defense in place.

"Hey, classmate, pass the ball to me, didn't that ball pass just now was quite good."

"Huh... Primary school student? Jun Mo looked up, and the defender of him was actually a very immature junior high school student or even a primary school student, with a very innocent expression.

Jun Mo was suddenly angry, such a young child dared to mock Lao Tzu?

wants to take action immediately, respond to the other party with strength, and then use words to counter ridicule, this is his consistent style in online games, but when he is ready to make a move, he doesn't know what to do.

In this moment, the junior high school student immediately intercepted the ball.

"Thank you." The junior high school student scoffed.

"What!?" Jun Mo stayed in place like a log again.

Football, after all, is a strange thing, I was actually ridiculed by elementary school students!? What am I going to do? Where do I kick in? How do I choose?

Where do I go?

***

Everyone seems to have a direction.

A few friends who go online with him every day after school, Ke Shi, Er, and Jin Guan, they all seem to have directions. They all want to be admitted to high school, and they all want to go to college in the future.

What makes Jun Mo even more angry is that although these friends play games every day and their grades are not good, they seem to be barely able to get into high school, and they are now all admitted to a middle school, although their grades are ranked very low.

After entering high school, their time for games seems to have decreased, and they feel that they are really going to gradually devote themselves to learning, not to mention Tsinghua University and Peking University, everyone also has their own target university, and they have a major they want to study and a career they want to engage in in the future.

"I want to study science in my sophomore year of high school, study finance in college, and become a banker and make a lot of money." One day while eating in the cafeteria, Ke Shi said, and then nibbled on a chicken leg.

"I want to study liberal arts, no matter what major he majors, just take the civil service exam." Then he snatched the chicken leg and took a bite.

"I also studied science, and later I studied computers." Jin Guan grabbed it and took a bite.

"I..." Jun Mo snatched the chicken leg, didn't say anything for a long time, and when he gnawed on the chicken leg, he found that only the bones were left.

"Bastard!! me! Jun Mo slapped the table angrily and stood up, and the three of them had already scattered and fled.

***

"Bastard!! me! ”

Pulling out of the memory, Jun Mo yelled and pulled his legs to chase the junior high school student who broke his football.

So fast! The junior high school student was startled, and saw Jun Mo catching up behind him with his peripheral vision, "But speed alone is not enough." ”

The junior high school student pulls the ball back to stop.

Jun Mo was startled, couldn't stop the car and fell to the ground, feeling dizzy, and hurriedly stood up, only to find that the ball was no longer at the man's feet.

"What!?"

I saw that the junior high school student was casually whistling and pointing to the side, and the ball had been passed to his teammates next to him.

Jun Mo felt that on this 68-meter-long, 53-meter-wide half football field, he was completely slaughtered to a lost lamb.

Yang Zhe and Niu Ben, the two defenders, stood in front of their own door and saw Jun Mo's behavior clearly.

Niu Ben asked, "This kid is so strange. ”

Yang Zhe: "I feel that the response is always half a beat slower. ”

Niu Ben: "But he is still very fast, and he can catch up with the slow half beat at once." ”

Yang Zhe: "After catching up, it will be half a beat slower." ”

"......" The two were speechless.

Deng Jianguo grabbed one and broke the ball from the opponent's feet.

"Amo! Catch. ”

Jun Mo took the ball, hesitated for a long time, didn't know what to do, and then passed the ball.

"This shit!"

"It's too weak!"

The sky was getting dark, and Jun Mo fell into the repetition of infinite mistakes.

"Amo, step forward!"

"Amo! Fill in the gap! ”

"Amo! Grab it! ”

Jun Mo made mistakes again and again, relying on the goals of Deng Jianguo and Chen Zijie, and the two teams temporarily tied 3-3.

Jun Mo was passed by the junior high school student again, and he stomped his feet angrily.

Why is it that such a young child has such a clear direction, but I don't?

***

In fact, there was once a person who made Jun Mo feel this way: "Why does even he have a direction?" ”。

That person is called "Say I'm worried", that is, the netizen who told him that Ma Yun, Ma Huateng and many other rich people have high academic qualifications, and said that my worry is the game ID in his LOL.

Jun Mo has always thought that even if everyone is not confused and has a direction, at least this person who plays more games than himself is as confused as himself. Until that day he was educated by this dream that said I was worried, until that day he knew the dream that said I was worried.

That's right, this person who spends more time in the game than himself, and is addicted to the Internet more than himself, actually has a dream, and his dream is the game:

"I want to be a pro gamer."

Simple, pure.

And games, for Jun Mo, seem to be just a means and sustenance to consume boring and confused time.

***

It's almost dark and can't be seen, this group of people has no intention of leaving, do they like football so much? Football, is it their boring sustenance or their dream?

Jun Mo got the ball again, a pass from Deng Jianguo.

What the hell am I going to do with this ball, and where am I going to run? Who do I pass it on? Where am I headed?

Deng Jianguo observed very carefully on the side, and suddenly realized something: "This kid, is it?" ”

"Amo! Face the direction of the goal! Deng Jianguo shouted.

"Rub!"

The lights suddenly lit up at that time, instantly illuminating the entire stadium, and the goal not far away appeared in front of Jun Mo's eyes, as if a spotlight hit the goal on the dark stage.

Facing the goal?

That's right!

It's the direction of the goal!

When you don't know where you are, when you don't know where to go, when you don't know who to pass the ball to, just face the direction of the goal and move forward bravely! No matter what the goal is, it will be one step closer!

Football is that simple!

Life is so simple!

Just when Jun Mo figured out these truths, one foot stepped into the field, and the person who came was a handsome and white-faced young man, with a slender body and a very straight torso that looked very powerful. Wearing a black hooded tracksuit, the hat is covered on his head, and the black and shiny Liuhai is pressed, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

He walked to the blue team's goal with his football equipment on his back, obviously waiting for the game, and when Jun Mo and them finished this game, he could pick up with the next group.

Jun Mo was about to start, and everyone felt the strangeness of Jun Mo touching the ball this time, and even the black-clothed boy who had just come to the court was aware of the change in the atmosphere.

In the previous time, everyone had developed the habit of Jun Mo taking the ball and then being confused for a period of time and then losing the ball on the spot, never thought that he would have other possibilities.

A few defenders waited beside him, not compressing his space, not putting pressure on him, but waiting for Jun Mo to make a mistake like a rabbit.

Kick the ball, run, run towards the goal!

Jun Mo did look like a rabbit, but the rabbit did not take the initiative to hit the tree again, but like a goal behind the tree.

Can't catch up!

The defenders of the blue team couldn't outrun Jun Mo, let alone let Jun Mo take the lead.

The goalkeeper didn't come out either, and he obviously didn't expect such a situation either.

"So fast!" The young man in black watched Jun Mo rush towards him, and couldn't help but admire Jun Mo's speed.

Deng Jianguo and the others were dumbfounded, "Come in!" They thought to themselves.

Jun Mo rushed to the goal: "Shoot him!" ”

Lift your feet,

Shot.

Football, does it seem to be interesting?

***

Outside the stadium, Jun Mo Deng Jianguo and his entourage walked out slowly, speechless all the way, as if they were reminiscing about something, but they had their own thoughts.

In the end, Jun Mo still didn't score, he hit the plane with a kick, and the ball passed past the face of the black-clothed young man who had just come to the court, Jun Mo saw that the boy didn't dodge, his expression didn't change in the slightest, and he probably didn't even blink his eyes under his bangs. Then the referee's whistle sounded, the game ended immediately, and the final score was fixed at 3:3, and Jun Mo missed the opportunity to kill.

Deng Jianguo recalled Jun Mo's escape in the end, and suddenly remembered something, and his face seemed to be a little hesitant.

Niu Ben, Yang Zhe, and Chen Zijie recalled Jun Mo's pit behavior throughout the game.

Jun Mo's mind was blank, and he wanted to go back and look at the court he had just fought, but he was afraid of being discovered by these people and held back.

What is this feeling of blood boiling all over the body?

What was the feeling that seemed to find direction in my heart at that moment?

In short, this wave is not a loss! Well!

Jun Mo can still hear his "pounding" heartbeat.

"Amo." Deng Jianguo suddenly shouted

Jun Mo suddenly stood up and was startled, "What's the matter?" ”

"As long as you can complete two conditions, you can quit the football team and never see anyone in the photo."