Yuan Dongshuai bounced the ball on the sidelines of the football field of No. 1 Middle School and did not participate in the team's joint training, he wants to recover his fitness and meet the tough battle on Saturday!

"Let's take a break!" Zhou Yutong handed the drink to Yuan Dongshuai's hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Okay, I'll take a break!" When the football landed, Yuan Dongshuai was happy in his heart, and the drink was sweet.

Zhou Yutong and Yuan Dongshuai stood side by side, their eyes turned to the players rushing on the field, the main team A and the substitute B team were fighting in the midfield, vowing to prove themselves Shahrir, is participating in the team's attack and defense!

"Shahrir has improved!" Yuan Dongshuai sighed.

"It's not like you're forcing me." Zhou Yutong said with a smile.

"I didn't force him, he had to fight me." Yuan Dongshuai pouted.

"Hey, he shouldn't be fighting you." Zhou Yutong mourned for Shahrir.

At this time, Bi Jing came over: "Golden boy and girl, what are you muttering?" ”

Zhou Yutong's face turned red, and he said, "Miss Bi, find your wood, don't bother the two of us!" ”

"You two! Oh? Is there a situation? Bi Jing laughed.

"What's the situation?" Yuan Dongshuai asked cutely.

"Madman, how can you be dumber than wood? Let me say what is good about you? Bi Jing shook her head and sighed greatly, you can't teach your son!

"I'm not stupid!" Yuan Dongshuai protested.

"You're stupid!" Zhou Yutong scolded in a low voice, turned around and left, taking Bi Jing away, leaving Yuan Dongshuai with a blank face: "Why didn't anyone say I was stupid before?" ”

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No. 1 Middle School sat at home against Xinjiang Experimental Middle School, and the stadium of No. 1 Middle School was crowded with fans, and even the rostrum was full of fans.

Fortunately, there was a security guard on the rostrum, which isolated a principal's area for Aliye, so that Aliye could have a panoramic view of the arena.

"Pick off the horse! Zhou Yu is indeed a talent, and the poster making is very good! Looking at the big slogan on the huge poster, Ariel smiled, he had a hunch that in this game, Yizhong would not lose!

"Pick off the horse! Pick off the horse。。。 Back at the home of No. 1 Middle School, Zhou Yu led the fan group of No. 1 Middle School and frantically cheered for their team! Put pressure on the experimental middle school that came from afar!

Hu Yun and his teammates have never seen such crazy fans, and the slogan of picking off the horse seems to explode in their minds: "This is the home of the devil!" ”

This is not a good sign for cowardice before the fight, and the instructors of the experimental middle school began to mobilize: "Boys! We lost the first leg 1-0 and we will definitely win this game today! And then realize the dream of three consecutive hegemony! Don't be distracted by the chanting of the home fans, after all, they can't decide the outcome of the game! Play well, show the form you had in training, and win the game is not a problem! ”

"Kick well! Can't be cowardly! The members of the experimental middle school yelled, cheering themselves up!

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The game started, Shahrir was not taken in the end, and he was still the starting XI player.

Yuan Dongshuai rushed forward with the ball, flashed out of the air, passed the football to Shahrir, and shouted: "You are the winner of the game!" ”

In the technical area, Yuan Xiti smiled: "Stinky boy, you have improved!" Learn to put down the shelf and unite your teammates! ”

Shahrir was also surprised: "Isn't the madman really crazy?" Why did he give me such a high hat? ”

But no matter what, Shahril suddenly felt very good, and being able to be put on a high hat by a madman shows that my strength has been recognized by a madman!

Shahrir, who is in a good mood, has also exceeded everyone's imagination, his breakthroughs are sharper, his passes are more accurate and decisive, and his shots are more threatening!

"It's as if we saw the figure of the Ecstasy Blade God!" Karamay City TV focused on broadcasting the game, and the commentator Luo Ni said excitedly.

'Shahrir is very talented and we shouldn't be surprised that he can perform so well! After all, he is the shooter king of the first squadron! Xue Guer seemed calmer, because he had always been very optimistic about Shahrir.

In the National Youth League, Hu Yun just lost to Yuan Dongshuai, this game, Hu Yun vowed to take revenge, but the direction after the start of the game, but Hu Yun was surprised, Shahril's extraordinary performance, so that the experimental middle school almost lost the power to fight back, the pressure suddenly increased, Hu Yun sighed: "Why can Yuan Dongshuai always have such a good teammate?" ”

Hey, if Hu Yun knew about the hostile relationship between Yuan Dongshuai and Shahrir, he wouldn't have made such an exclamation!

The experimental middle school, which prides itself on being a strong team, was completely suppressed by No. 1 Middle School, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The commentators of Xinjiang Meilu sighed again and again: "The growth speed of No. 1 Middle School is too fast, in the old Chinese saying, it is to be impressed by Shibei for three days!" Just last week, the strength of No. 1 Middle School was significantly weaker than that of the Experimental Middle School, and I didn't expect that a week had passed, and No. 1 Middle School could completely suppress the Experimental Middle School! I would like to ask the head coach of No. 1 High School, what kind of ecstasy did you pour into your players? ”

The commentator of Xinjiang Satellite TV also sighed: "The era of experimental middle schools is about to pass, and the era of No. 1 middle school is coming!" ”

Just as they were sighing, the first hit scored!

The player who scored the goal was none other than Shahrir, who desperately wanted to prove himself!

Shahrir and Babur combined beautifully to shoot from the edge of the box and fired a low shot that made it difficult for the goalkeeper to make a save!

After completing this goal, Shahril laughed wildly, more arrogant than Yuan Dongshuai, and more disgusting than Yuan Dongshuai!

This goal also hit the self-confidence of the players of the experimental middle school seriously, and they have never tried to fall behind by two goals!

The fans of the experimental middle school were also hit hard! They came from afar, and there was no advantage in numbers, and they were overwhelmed by the fans of No. 1 Middle School, and at this time, the fans of No. 1 Middle School were like a tsunami, and their self-confidence was slapped into foam!

Shahrir's goal brought the first half of the game to an end, and the players of No. 1 Middle School talked and laughed and returned to the rest area.

Yuan Xiti asked the players to gather around and said loudly: "Hold on for another 45 minutes, and the victory will be ours!" Don't let up! ”

"Coach, don't worry! With me, the experimental middle school can't make waves! Yuan Dongshuai said with a grin.

"Speak big! With me, the experimental middle school can't make waves! Shahrir grabbed the white road.

Yuan Dongshuai smiled and didn't answer, and Yuan Xiti said sloppily: "The victory of No. 1 Middle School depends on each of us to fight for it, come, fold your hands together, and shout a slogan!" ”

Everyone's palms are stacked together: "Pick off the horse!" Pick off the horse! Pick off the horse! ”

Three slogans, so that the team members of No. 1 Middle School have stronger self-confidence!

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In the second half of the game, the two sides exchanged venues, but the offensive and defensive postures were not exchanged.

No. 1 Middle School suppresses the experimental middle school, and it is difficult for the experimental middle school to have a chance to shoot with its feet, but the No. 1 middle school frequently threatens the goal of the experimental middle school!

Shahrir shoots, Babur shoots, Hong Baren shoots, Zhao crossbow shoots, Alimu shoots!

The firepower points on the attack line of No. 1 Middle School were evenly distributed, which brought great trouble to the experimental middle school!

In such a situation, Yuan Dongshuai couldn't help but be impulsive, and rushed to the front court with the ball, wanting to have a dragon!

But unfortunately, his shot was confiscated by the goalkeeper of the experimental middle school, and the goalkeeper quickly opened his hand to throw the ball and launched a quick counterattack!

The line of attack in the experimental middle school is not vegetarian! Facing the backline without Yuan Dongshuai, they quickly passed down, completed the breakthrough from the left side of the first middle school, and then completed the cross!

Hu Yun received a cross and shot a blast to break through the gate guarded by Murthy!

"Damn it!" Yuan Dongshuai gritted his teeth!

The members of the experimental middle school were rejoicing! They only need to score one more goal to eliminate one goal by virtue of the advantage of away goals!

This goal tilted the situation in favor of the experimental middle school!

The commentator of Xinjiang Satellite TV said excitedly: "The era of the experimental middle school may not be over, and the impulse of the madman God of War has ruined the good situation of the No. 1 Middle School!" ”

The commentator of Xinjiang Meilu also criticized: "The madman God of War should not rush to the front, the experimental middle school is not a soft persimmon, he should honestly sit in the backfield of the first middle school, and closely guard the offensive players of the experimental middle school!" ”

Yuan Xiti was also a little anxious, and he yelled at Yuan Dongshuai: "Don't be careless! ”

Yuan Dongshuai blamed himself, he lowered his head and ran back to his position, and when he passed by Shahrir's side, he was sarcastically ridiculed by Shahrir: "A madman is a madman, an unreasonable impulse!" (To be continued.) )