readx;?“ These journalists! It's so irresponsible! I'll reason with them! After reading the report reprinted on Xinjiang Meilu, Yuan Dongshuai was so angry that his nose was crooked, he picked up the tablet like a brick, and was about to rush out of the football field to settle accounts with those squatting reporters!

"Don't go!" knew that Yuan Dongshuai would be unable to hold his breath, Yuan Xiti grabbed Yuan Dongshuai: "Say too much, make a lot of mistakes, they are waiting for you to throw yourself into the net!" ”

Yuan Dongshuai is not a fool, after being impulsive, after thinking about it for a while, he understood, these reporters are worried that there is no fierce information, they are squatting here, just to get first-hand information from him, the more he says, the more fierce information these reporters will have, as for whether these reporters will report truthfully according to his ideas, it is unknown: "This group of reporters, the real TM is a ruffian, I can't let them get their wish!" ”

Returning the tablet to Yuan Xiti, Yuan Dongshuai went to the ball indignantly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Stinky boy, don't go, I still have something to say to you... Yuan Xiti shouted loudly, but Yuan Dongshuai turned a deaf ear, walked farther and farther, and in the end, Yuan Xiti stopped shouting, carried the tablet, returned to the office, prepared for tomorrow's game, and handed over all the training on the court to Liu Zhuang to arrange.

In the middle circle, Yuan Dongshuai was flipping the ball, the football was above Yuan Dongshuai's head for a while, sticking to Yuan Dongshuai's feet for a while, jumping on the left for a while, jumping on the right for a while, flying behind him for a while, flying out of his control for a while, and in just one minute, the football landed more than a dozen times.

"!!" The football landed again, Yuan Dongshuai kicked the ball, and the football flew out of the stadium and smashed into the stands.

If it goes on like this, I'm very worried about tomorrow's game, and the No. 1 Middle School may capsize and be cut off by the Technician Academy!

By the way, let's take a look at the goalkeeper of No. 1 Middle School, Murthy, who is also absent-minded and sad-faced, and he guards the goal of No. 1 Middle School, which is really not reassuring. . . .

After chatting about the players, let's talk about gossip again, the first middle school team is really a miasma, the coach pimps, the players fall in love, the madman God of War is not a good bird, hook up with other little girls... ”

This self-media reporter, chattering endlessly, Yuan Dongshuai, who picked up the ball, heard his words clearly, he wanted to roar angrily, but he thought about it, and finally picked up the football and left the stands with his head bored。。。。。。

When the football landed, it was still difficult to concentrate his attention, Yuan Dongshuai pressed the football under his legs in frustration, lying in the middle circle, and his thoughts were uncontrollable: "... Can Hitomi Rain come to see me tomorrow? I've already told these reporters that I like Rain Hitomi, will she accept my confession? Will Yu Hitomi quit the school team? Is my confession too direct, can Yu Tong accept it? Should I call Rain Hitomi? Is Yu Hitomi uncomfortable at this time? Will Yu Hitomi be scolded by his parents?。。。 ”

Liking someone can feel fulfilling, and the world will be full of sunshine, but when liking someone becomes a burden, it will be painful, and the sun will be blocked by thick dark clouds.

Above Yuan Dongshuai's head, there was such a lingering, scattered and gathered dark cloud.

Yuan Dongshuai is in a very bad state, Murti is also in a bad state, and the other players have also been affected a lot, when they play football, they are weak and absent-minded, as the captain of the first middle school, Liu Zhuang is very worried, walked to Yuan Dongshuai's side, and looked down at Yuan Dongshuai who was lying on the ground: "Crazy, stand up!" ”

"You lie down." Yuan Dongshuai, who was in a bad mood, said arrogantly.

"I..." Liu Zhuang was choked and lay down? How ugly and lazy it is to lie down!

I'll lie down for the sake of the varsity! Liu Zhuang gritted his teeth and lay down beside Yuan Dongshuai: "The school team is in a very bad state, what should I do in tomorrow's game?" ”

"Kick as you want!" Yuan Dongshuai is not worried about tomorrow's game, in his opinion, the strength of the team will definitely not drop too much overnight, after all, the strength of the players, the technical and tactical level of the team is there, not to say that it will decline!

Liu Zhuang was speechless, he wanted to smash the skull of this stunned man, he was silent for a while, and said carefully: "You, do you think you can play well tomorrow?" ”

"I am me, the burning beacon! I'm a passionate god of war, and tomorrow's game can't be out of order! Yuan Dongshuai said nonchalantly, with an extremely improper attitude, which made the serious Liu Zhuang very annoyed.

Liu Zhuang couldn't help but scold: "No matter how powerful the God of War is, there will be a day when he will step down from the altar!" Take your performance today, the juggling ball always lands, and your form is absolutely bad! ”

"I..." This time it was Yuan Dongshuai's turn to choke.

Liu Zhuang hit the railway while it was hot: "You are the captain of the field in No. 1 Middle School, your state can affect the state of all the players, you stand up and see, Alimu, Hong Baren, Zhao Xuan, Murti, Stu, Mengding, Shahrir, He Cheng, Sun Hong, Fang Zhou, Babur, Hu Nan, Xiti, whose state is not affected by you?" You have to cheer up! Otherwise, the first middle school team will be dispersed! ”

Liu Zhuang is not alarmist, the people's hearts are scattered, the team is scattered, if Yuan Dongshuai does not cheer up, the team has lost its backbone, the people's hearts have deviated, each has its own plans, and the game does not need to be played, it has already been lost!

Yuan Dongshuai was secretly afraid, he thought: "The city youth training team and the No. 1 middle school team have won successive battles, I was carried away by the victory, and I don't take the game seriously!" The game is coming! What to do? ”

"Liu Zhuang, arrange a confrontation match and let the main lineup and the substitute lineup compete!" Yuan Dongshuai jumped up and said.

Liu Zhuang's eyes lit up, and the domineering and arrogant and confident Yuan Dongshuai is back!

He also jumped up, he has always loved cleanliness, he didn't pat the dust off his body at all, and immediately whistled: "Beep~!" Gather! ”

Liu Zhuang was diligent in the school team, conscientiously implemented Yuan Xiti's training plan, tried every means to help the team members improve their skills, and won the support of the team members.

"There's still half an hour left in training, and in this half hour, let's have a match!" Liu Zhuang said loudly, making himself look energetic, in order to encourage the players who were a little discouraged!

"Matchup?" The players were a little confused.

"Yes, it's a match! Beat our spirits out! Yuan Dongshuai roared!

In some cases, Yuan Dongshuai has the effect of a word, just like now, the players who were originally a little hesitant no longer hesitate, and even Shahrir no longer hesitates.

"Tomorrow's starting group... Liu Zhuang began to group groups, and in less than a minute, the starting lineup and the substitute lineup were divided into two groups and stood on both sides of the court!

"What is the first middle school team doing?" The self-media reporters in the stands were puzzled, and the sports reporters who came from all over Xinjiang were also puzzled.

Beep~! Liu Zhuang, as the referee, blew the whistle for the start of the game.

"Matchmaking? Aren't they afraid of exerting their physical strength? The reporters on the sidelines were puzzled.

How did they know that the players of No. 1 Middle School do not lack physical strength, but lack spirit!

At the beginning of the competition, Yuan Dongshuai ran actively, shouting and drinking, letting the players run, let the players concentrate, and throw away distractions!

I have to say that Yuan Dongshuai played a leading role, his running, his roar full of positive energy, gave the players a dose of strengthening, and the team members sweated profusely and ran into the game!

The blood flowed, the body was warm, and the atrium gradually had a scorching temperature.

"Good shot!" Towards the end of the match, Babur seized his chance and scored a brilliant barb shot!

And when the competition ended, Yuan Dongshuai asked all the team members to gather: "Shout with me!" Victory, victory, victory! ”

"Victory, victory, victory!" A roar of mid-air reverberation in the stadium!

"Fans and friends, No. 1 looks in good form, can they win tomorrow's game? Hopefully this is not a return to the light, a dying throe... In the stands, self-media reporters continued to look at the decline of the No. 1 Middle School team.

Sports reporters from all over Xinjiang were also not optimistic about the No. 1 Middle School team, and they rushed to the draft: "What are the chances of winning No. 1 Middle School?" "No. 1 Middle School will be slaughtered! "No. 1 Middle School Lacks the Temperament of Victory"。。。。。。 (To be continued.) )