No. 425 Zhongzhou Middle Road, an inconspicuous small building, is the "High School Football" magazine. In recent years, the state has increased the cultivation of youth football, and youth football has suddenly become a fragrant bun, so many magazines and newspapers dedicated to introducing and reporting youth football like Luoyang's "High School Football" have come into being all over the country. "High School Football" was founded earlier in Henan, and it is also a popular magazine among teenagers in Henan.

"Xiao Chen, go out again?" A chubby old man stopped the young man who was just about to go out.

"It's the editor-in-chief, I haven't been here for a long time, and I want to go out more often to find out more about the situation. The qualifiers for the national competition are about to start, and I don't want to write about it by then. Chen Huafeng turned around and replied.

"It's young people, after all. Good. Where are you going today? Editor-in-chief Liu Yang said with a smile.

"Dawning Middle School."

"Huh? Where? A man looked up from a pile of manuscripts, and he pushed his glasses, "Which school is there anything to go to?" I participated in the qualifiers every year and did not make it to the second round once. There's nothing to go to at that school! The speaker was Zhou Peng, the editor in charge of high school football in Luoyang.

The editor-in-chief also nodded: "Xiao Chen, you just came here and don't understand the situation." Shuguang Middle School is only a supporting role in the football world of Luoyang High School. ”

"The editor-in-chief still thinks highly of them! I think it's a complete extra! It was Sun Liangliang, an artist in the club, who spoke.

"Wow! You're talking too seriously, aren't you? ”

"No, no! Not serious at all! Zhou Peng shook his head.

"I'll tell you! If Shuguang Middle School can reach the second round in this year's qualifiers, I will invite the people in the club to dinner! Sun Liangliang raised his voice and shouted, and all the people who were busy in the room raised their heads to look at Sun Liangliang.

Chen Huafeng was rushed by Sun Liangliang's words, and his stubborn temper also came up: "Okay! I'll make this bet with you! If Shuguang Middle School is eliminated in the first round, I will invite this meal! With that, he turned and walked out the door.

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"This afternoon's training session was mainly about shooting on the run." Liang Ke announced to all the team members.

"Shot?" Anke suddenly had a bad feeling, "So......" He began to turn around looking for someone.

"Don't worry. Yang Pan is in good health today and is not absent or late. Zhang Jun said beside him.

It is very unpleasant to be guessed through his mind, and Anke is thinking about how to humiliate Zhang Jun in training for a while, so that he can't score a single goal.

Zhang Jun once again saw through his heart without knowing the times: "Are you afraid of Yang Pan's shot?" ”

"Who...... Who's afraid?! Will I be afraid? Are you kidding?! Anke retorted with some stammering.

"Actually, there is nothing to be ashamed of admitting that you are afraid of Yang Pan's shot."

"Look at it! I'll block his shot for you in a moment! Anke exclaimed, a little angry.

Zhang Jun was not happy with Anke, he was thinking about the scene of that day. Yang Pan's long-range shot hit the goalkeeper for the first time but didn't score. "Maybe he can really do it." Zhang Jun said in his heart.

After warming up a little, Anke put on gloves and stood in front of the goal. He seemed to be still thinking about Yang Pan's shot, repeatedly checking the sturdiness of the glove. The first to start was Wang Yuehua, a third-year student, who was annoyed by Anke's repeated and meaningless actions. He exclaimed, "Are you good?!" ”

"Alright, alright!" Anke waved her hand and lowered her waist at the same time to take a pose.

Liang Ke whistled, Wang Yuehua took the ball, accelerated, changed direction, and shot! Anke made a move to the left at the same time as Wang Yuehua shot, and when the ball arrived, the football was firmly in his arms.

"Beautiful!" There was a slight exclamation from the crowd.

The next few shots, as long as they were shot within the goal frame, were all confiscated by Anke, and a few crooked kicks were outrageous.

Liang Ke shook his head and laughed in his heart: "Is Anke's technique too good, or is our team's shooting skill too poor?" ”

Chen Huafeng's eyes lit up under a tree, this goalkeeper's movements are standard and fast, and he is not at all comparable to the goalkeepers who find a random person in some schools. Many of the movements he made were almost instinctive. He took out the registration list of Shuguang Middle School and drew a tick on the "1".

"Yang Pan!" Liang Ke shouted.

As soon as he heard this name, Anke's heart, which was still very proud just now, jumped suddenly. Zhang Jun is also looking forward to it: "This time, can Anke still block Yang Pan's shot?" ”

Yang Pan turned around and dribbled towards the midfield, and then stopped about 35 meters away from the goal. Liang Ke whistled. Yang Pan began to dribble the ball, took a few steps, he picked it with his toes, the ball was picked off the ground, and Yang Pan met the ball and volleyed!

The ball could be seen in a falling arc in the air, and Anke struggled to jump up and reach out, but unfortunately he didn't touch the ball. The ball hit the lower edge of the crossbar and bounced into the goal.

The goal is still shaking slightly, and the sound of "clang~~clang~~~clang" sounds. Anke sat on the ground and looked up at the dangling goal.

The most surprising thing was Chen Huafeng, his mouth was open and he didn't close it for a long time. Could this kind of shot be shot by a freshman in high school? Whether it's in terms of power, speed, or arc, it's not easy for a professional player to play. He began to think that this trip was worthwhile!

The crowd erupted in loud cheers. "Good shot!" "Beautiful!" "What a hard shot!" "Beasts!"

"Zhang Jun!"

Zhang Jun walked out of the crowd and winked at Anke: "I'm sorry, I'm going to humiliate you again!" ”

Anke stretched out his middle finger: "Come on!" Lao Tzu is not afraid of you! ”

Zhang Jun started to dribble the ball from the top of the arc of the penalty area, entered the penalty area, and did not have the intention of shooting. Anke understood Zhang Jun's thoughts, and he attacked decisively. At this time, Zhang Jun's shoulders suddenly sank to the left, making it look like he was going to shoot to the left, and Anke instinctively threw himself to his right. The ball flew into the goal from Anco's left. Zhang Jun used his ankle flexibly and rubbed the ball to the right. And the previous shoulder sinking to the left was just a feint to deceive Anke.

Zhang Jun's performance was naturally remembered by Chen Huafeng. The calmness that the striker showed in front of the goalkeeper was horrible!

"Ren Yudi!"

Ren Yudi was dribbling the ball, but instead of going to the middle, he took it to the left side of the penalty area. Most people find it strange, and Anke is no exception, exclaiming, "Wait! It's not a cross! ”

"Nope! He's going to shoot from a tight angle. Yang Pan said.

Ren Yudi really kicked the goal from a small angle, and the ball flew straight to the far corner of the goal. Anke struggled to make a save, but unfortunately missed the ball and the ball hit the far post and went into the net.

"It's really a small angle to hit the door!" Zhang Jun exclaimed, "Hey! What's wrong with this! The angle is not small and you can't get in?! ”

There was another stirring in the crowd. The happiest is still Liang Ke, this training session proves that his vision is not wrong, and there is no problem with these high school freshman levels ranking in the top ten in Luoyang! The main lineup in Liang Ke's heart has been built in this training session.

When Chen Huafeng left Shuguang Middle School, he could be said to have returned with a full load, and the names of those four people were heavy. He always had a hunch in his heart that the names of these people might become well-known names in China in the future.

After the training, Liang Ke announced about the warm-up match. Due to the fact that Shuguang Middle School has always had a poor record in Luoyang City, few teams are willing to play against them, so this game is still won through personal relationships. Wang Bo, the No. 10 forward in the team, once went to Xin'an County No. 1 High School and was very familiar with the people of Xin'an No. 1 High School, so Liang Ke asked Wang Bo to contact him, and this was a warm-up game.

"This Saturday afternoon, we are going to Xin'an No. 1 High School to play a warm-up game against their varsity team. This is a hard-won opportunity, and I hope you all cherish it. Meet at the school gate at 1pm on Saturday! ”

The players were very excited when they heard that there was a game. The first-year team members wondered why the seniors were so happy. Of course, they don't know how the seniors feel, and they can't imagine how miserable it is to have so few opportunities to compete as a school team for a year, and they can only train all day long.

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In the evening, Sophie knocked on the door of Zhang Jun's house.

"Auntie, is Zhang Jun here?"

"He's watching TV, and when he comes back, he says there's a ball game and he doesn't do his homework." Zhang Jun's mother is busy in the kitchen. I have to be busy with business during the day, and I have to cook for my family at night, a real good wife and mother! Zhang Jun always thought that his father could marry his mother because it was a blessing from his previous life.

There was a noise of the TV in the living room, and Sophie followed the sound, and Zhang Jun was lying on the sofa watching TV.

Sophie coughed, and Zhang Jun looked back and was a little surprised: "Sophie? What are you doing here? ”

"What? Can't I come? Sophie frowned.

Zhang Jun hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no! He stood up, "Please be seated!" ”

Sophie looked at Zhang Jun's embarrassment and laughed.

"Laughing at what?" Zhang Jun asked "angrily".

Sophie stopped laughing, pointed to the TV screen and asked, "Which two teams?" ”

"Argentina and Brazil."

The game was intense. Argentina and Brazil are rivals in South American football, and it would be a life-and-death battle if the two teams met.

At this point, Brazil won a corner. Zhang Jun took the opportunity to drink saliva, the game just now was so intense that he didn't even have time to drink saliva.

Sophie suddenly pointed to the screen and said, "It's all out of bounds!" Why not throw the ball by hand? Kicking with a foot is a foul! ”

"Poof!" Zhang Jun spit all the water he had just drunk into his mouth on the coffee table.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Hah! It's nothing! It's nothing! Zhang Jun got up and walked out of the living room.

"Oh, aren't you watching?"

After a while, Zhang Jun put a stack of books in front of Sophie, and Sophie didn't know why: "This is ......"

"I've decided!" Zhang Jun said with a serious face.

"What?"

"I'm going to teach you the basics, the rules, about football. As the manager of the Shuguang Middle School football team, he doesn't even know the most basic common sense, and it will make people laugh when it is spread! Zhang Jun pointed at Sophie and said.

…… (Studying)

"Alright! That's basically all there is to it. Take these books back and read them. Zhang Jun pointed to the book on the coffee table. Watching Sophie flip through the books one by one, Zhang Jun asked, "I have a question for you." ”

"Say it."

"You don't even know the most basic football knowledge, why did you choose to be the manager of a football team in the first place? I can't figure it out. ”

"Because I love football!" Sophie replied without looking up. "I guess if you like football, you don't have to know a lot about football, right? That's why I just got into football this summer. ”

"Because of the World Cup?"

"That's right! Because of the World Cup! David Beckham, Barty, Ronaldo, and Zinedine Zidane. ”

"You remember a lot of the names of the stars!"

"Star chasing is a girl's heavenly surname!" Sophie looked up, "What do you like about those stars?" ”

"Me? Basically I like most of the strikers. Like Van Basten, Pele, Ronaldo! Of course, my favorite striker is Romario. ”

"There are a lot of names I haven't heard of."

“…… Never mind! I won't tell you this, and I can't say it clearly. ”

"Humph! Underestimate people! In a week, I'll learn the rules for you! Sophie picked up a thick stack of books and turned to leave.

Zhang Jun looked at Sophie's back and thought, "What a strong girl!" ”

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