The clock pointed to half past nine in the morning—

"Hello everyone! I'm a football commentator Qingming! Welcome to the final of the 'Campus Group' of the Big Football League: Beijing Team VS Shanghai Team! This final will be broadcast live across the country!" The microphone transmitted a clear male voice, which was particularly clear on the huge Bird's Nest field, even if the audience was full of voices, it could not stop the football commentator's clear voice, "Next, please let me briefly introduce the specific situation of the two teams!"

"The starters of the Beijing Sports Institute football team are: No. 1 goalkeeper Xue Lin, No. 2 right back Duan Mulu, No. 3 left back Zhou Hua, No. 4 scavenger Yang Zihua, No. 5 free center forward Wang Sicheng, No. 6 left midfielder Yang Chengcheng, No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei, No. 10 forward Lang Tao, No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng, No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian!"

"The starters of the football team of Shanghai University of Sport are: No. 1 goalkeeper Jiu Lu, No. 2 right back Sixiang, No. 3 left back Wang Lin, No. 4 scavenger Peng Cheng, No. 5 left forward Hu Ban, No. 6 right forward Zhao Fei, No. 10 central midfielder Zhao Jiayun, No. 7 center forward Ding Zhong, No. 8 left forward Ma Fei, No. 9 shadow forward Tong Lu, No. 11 right forward Li Guangwu!"

"Both teams are in the same 4-3-3 formation! Guess the coin is the Shanghai team guessed correctly!" The football commentator Qingming kept saying, "The referee signals the game to begin! The game was started by the Shanghai team."

- The camera pans to the Bird's Nest several times, giving each player a positive look in a benign and exceptional way.

Hometown, Lang family.

With a nervous mood, Lang's father turned on the TV and tuned to the sports channel, just right-

"Poof-" Lang's father accidentally sprayed and choked himself.

"Why aren't you careful?" Lang's mother hurriedly patted Lang's father on the back.

Father Lang coughed so much that he almost couldn't breathe, and stammered, "Hurry up...... Check it out! Take a look! Look at the TV, is that person our son? ”

"What?" Langmu couldn't react at all.

Lang's father pointed his hand with difficulty - for a long time, Lang's mother raised her head consciously!

Looking at it, Lang's mother saw that the incomparably sunny familiar face was doing warm-up exercises, could it be her son Langtao?!

"......" Lang Mu was completely dumbfounded, and she suspected that her eyes were dizzy.

However...... With her son Langtao's face, it is impossible for her to admit her mistakes!

Father Lang rubbed his eyes, and even fixed his eyes to look more, but he was frightened after all.

"kid, is there something wrong with my eyes? Why is Lang Tao still on TV? ”

"......" Lang's mother was dumbfounded, completely speechless.

The fact that "the son really played football" shattered the three views of Lang's father and Lang's mother.

Bird's Nest Stadium.

The football buckled at the feet of Li Guangwu, the No. 11 right forward of the Shanghai team.

Li Guangwu dribbled and advanced towards the area of the Beijing team.

Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left striker of the Beijing team, snatched the task of Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of his team, from his teammate: to take the lead in running towards Li Guangwu - "It seems that the momentum of the Beijing team is strong!" Football commentator Qing Ming said, "In just one minute of the opening game, the No. 11 of the Beijing team challenged the No. 11 of the Shanghai team! Amazingly, both sides are the 11th!"

A fierce light flashed in Wu Zejun's eyes, and he slammed into Li Guangwu's body.

Li Guangwu did not flinch, resisted in a muffled voice, gritted his teeth, and did not flinch.

As soon as his body was straight, Li Guangwu successfully survived Wu Zejun's brute collision - Wu Zejun took two steps back, and then approached Li Guangwu, and at the same time kicked out, wanting to hook the ball!

Wu Zejun is rare and soft to grab the ball!

Unfortunately, Li Guangwu was not gentle at all, and moved the ball to the right with his left foot, causing the ball to roll away.

Tong Lu, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shanghai team, passed by the middle, hooked the ball and ran away with the ball.

Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, locked Tong Lu and ran straight towards Tong Lu, trying to intercept the ball - Jiang Bisheng chased behind Tong Lu and flew to tackle!

Tong Lu wanted to jump with the ball and avoid Jiang Bisheng's tackle, but unexpectedly jumped into the air and was hit by Jiang Bisheng's tackle - the football was kicked away by Jiang Bisheng, and Tong Lu's movements were sluggish and he fell!

"Don't fake falls!" Jiang Bisheng's head is big, "Anyway, this is the final, give the big football league a face, let's play football seriously, don't mess around with small actions, okay?" ”

Tong Lu struggled to stand up, rolled his eyes, and snorted, "I really fell!" ”

Jiang Bisheng: "......"

In order to show his good quality, Jiang Bisheng stretched out a hand and helped Tong Lu well.

"Are you alright?" Glancing at the referee in the distance, Jiang Bisheng pretended to ask with concern.

Tong Lu said good-naturedly: "It's okay." ”

Unexpectedly, the Shanghai team also exchanged courtesies and did not mess around.

The referee in the distance hesitated, no longer pursued Jiang Bisheng's mistakes, turned around and left, and continued to follow the latest trends in the game-

The football rolled and rolled, and was picked up by Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team.

As soon as they saw Lang Tao win the ball, the faces of the Shanghai team players changed greatly, and the Shanghai team forwards approached Lang Tao one after another, intending to surround Lang Tao - Lang Tao buckled the football, and before the opponent came, calmly looked around, to remember the high hanging pass, and passed the ball to Yao Qian on the sideline of the court!

Yao Qian dribbled the ball and ran wildly.

But he didn't run a few steps, and met Zhao Jiayun, the No. 10 central midfielder of the sea team, Zhao Jiayun blocked in front of Yao Qian, opened his arms, and didn't let Yao Qian pass!

Staring at Zhao Jiayun's posture, Yao Qian seemed to feel that he couldn't get past him, and immediately passed the football to Lang Tao again.

Lang Tao dribbled the ball and stepped forward.

"The two teams play fast against each other!" Football commentator Qingming spoke at the right time, "The final is worthy of being the final, and it can always bring unexpected surprises to people - after the double 9 heads-up, the double 10 will also step into the ring!"

Lang Tao vs. Zhao Jiayun -

In terms of height, Lang Tao is not as good as Zhao Jiayun, and was thrown by Zhao Jiayun several streets - however, Lang Tao's speed is not weak, and his ball control ability is also one of the best: relying on his unparalleled ball control ability, Lang Tao simply and rudely singled out Zhao Jiayun!

Lang Tao wanted to use his speed to shake off Zhao Jiayun.

Zhao Jiayun's speed is not slower than Lang Tao - striding meteor, Zhao Jiayun rushed to Lang Tao's back and stretched out his feet to make trouble!

Lang Tao was forced to stop and deal with Zhao Jiayun, flexibly control the football under his feet, and did not let Zhao Jiayun break away!

"You're amazing." When Lang Tao and Zhao Jiayun grabbed the football for more than ten minutes and still didn't tell the winner, Zhao Jiayun raised his eyebrows and looked at Lang Tao with admiration.

"Each other, each other." Lang Tao looked directly at Zhao Jiayun, and while saluting, he was wary of Zhao Jiayun.

The two sides defended and attacked, fled and chased, and failed to suppress each other for a while, and had to fall into a stalemate.

In order to provoke Zhao Jiayun and even make Zhao Jiayun make a mistake, Lang Tao said excitedly: "You give me some strength? - It's not good to grab the ball, it's always okay to shoot, right? …… If you want to prove that you're strong, shoot as many shots as you can, and don't play delaying tactics with our team! ”

“…… What do you mean? Zhao Jiayun frowned unhappily.

"Everyone knows Xue Lin's strength." Lang Tao laughed evilly, "If you want to win him, there is usually only one way: let him get injured so much that he can't catch the ball - Xue Lin will take painkillers every time he plays, I believe you players know it...... When you drag us into penalties, we're going to lose. ”

Zhao Jiayun's eyes flashed, and he said sarcastically: "You are really good at calculating - I haven't seen you for a few months, and the little sheep in the past has become a black wolf, which is really cunning enough." ”

Lang Tao's old face turned red and said seriously: "I just want to be fair - anyway, everyone will have the opportunity to be selected into the national youth team at that time...... As a future teammate, shouldn't you play with dignity? ”

"That's ......," Zhao Jiayun stopped abruptly.

The football was secretly passed away by the honest Lang Tao!

Lang Tao passes the ball to his teammate No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng!

Zhao Jiayun stared at Lang Tao gloomily, and at the same time angry, he was angry with himself: It's so stupid, I actually listened to the nonsense of the Lang team - this is the final! Playing seriously is the way to go!

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiayun didn't talk nonsense, and chased Jiang Bisheng directly-

Langtao can't stop it!

Poor Jiang Bisheng just wanted to launch an offensive, but he was fiercely shoveled down by Zhao Jiayun - the football leaked, Jiang Bisheng fell, Zhao Jiayun hooked the football with his foot, and successfully hooked the football!

Jiang Bisheng fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Zhao Jiayun does not have the mentality of "hello, me, hello everyone" at all, and has long been unbeaten.

Zhao Jiayun's style scared all the players of the Beijing team to shrink back to defense.

Xu is sympathy, Shanghai team's No. 9 shadow striker Tong Lu trotted beside Jiang Bisheng, and whispered: "Please don't fake falls, this trick is outdated." ”

Jiang Bisheng got up with black lines on his head, and reluctantly confessed: "Who faked a fall?" I really fell too. ”

Tong Lu grinned and muffled.

Jiang Bisheng was extremely depressed.

Jiang Bisheng stood up, and just wanted to return to defense, but was stopped by Tong Lu-

But he heard Tong Lu say: "Ordered by the captain, come to stare at you." ”

Jiang Bisheng snorted: "You have the ability, you are going to keep an eye on it?" ”

Jiang Bisheng dodged left and right and ran away, Tong Lu followed every now and then, but he persevered to entangle Jiang Bisheng and did not let him return to defend - I really didn't expect that Tong Lu was also very powerful: the pestering skill is quite powerful!

"We're spending it right here." Jiang Bisheng couldn't return to defense, so he simply stayed in the restricted area of the Shanghai team, playing Tong Lu and playing with him like a dog.

"Xiao Wu-" rushed into the outside of the Beijing team's penalty area, and Zhao Jiayun roared loudly.

"It's coming!" Shanghai's No. 11 right striker, Li Guangwu, sprinted quickly into the Beijing team's penalty area.

Zhao Jiayun firmly buckled the football and did not let the football be robbed.

Waiting quietly, when Li Guangwu and Xue Lin were about to face each other, Zhao Jiayun volleyed and pumped the football straight behind Li Guangwu-

And Zhao Jiayun's pass was very clever - none of the Beijing defenders noticed the pass!

The defenders of the Beijing team stared at the swarming Shanghai team players patronizingly, only to feel that their hands and feet were not enough - a few hula, the Beijing team defenders stared at a Shanghai team player, afraid that they would rely on crowd tactics to score goals!

After all the attention missed the football, Li Guangwu seemed to see a football flying behind him, and immediately turned around 180 degrees, and suddenly turned his back to Xue Lin - Xue Lin couldn't see Li Guangwu's movements clearly, but when he heard Lang Tao screaming "football", he immediately understood that Li Guangwu was going to shoot!

Without thinking about it, Xue Lin pounced on Li Guangwu, desperately injured to pounce on Li Guangwu's football! Just after Li Guangwu got the ball, he turned around again and faced Xue Lin - the instep of his right foot was tightly clasped with the football, and as long as Li Guangwu turned around again, he could kick the football into the goal of the Beijing team!

However, Xue Lin would never make a mistake at this moment - Li Guangwu rotated horizontally again, turned his back, Xue Lin jumped and held Li Guangwu's football in his arms!

"Senior Xue, it's amazing!" Lang Tao clapped his hands excitedly, "Like~Like~"

The players of the Beijing team were stunned for a moment, and exclaimed in unison: "Senior Xue, you deserve to be a zero god!" "Such excellent vision, we can't compare to you!" "It's good to have you, otherwise we would have lost points!"

Xue Lin nodded lightly and threw the ball to Duanmu Lu, the No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team.

Next, the Beijing team and the Shanghai team fell into a fierce offensive and defensive battle.

"The No. 10 of the Shanghai team is the commander-in-chief of the Shanghai team, and he commanded the Shanghai team to play several beautiful attacks, and almost broke the door of the Beijing team-" Football commentator Qingming said in a frustrated tone, "and only 'almost'!" The No. 1 of the Beijing team is the genius goalkeeper "Zero God", who miraculously saves all kinds of shots!"

"By the way, I would like to popularize science to everyone: the origin of the nickname "Zero God" seems to have been made by the No. 10 of the Shanghai team." The football commentator Qingming said again, "Oh ~ Oh my God! Is the Shanghai team's No. 10 a prophet? I don't know if the No. 10 of the Shanghai team has any regrets - if he had learned that one day in the future he would lose to the other side by zero points, how would he feel......

Zhao Jiayun did not have feelings of loss or remorse or jealousy, Zhao Jiayun just planned several attacks of the Shanghai team with a faint expression - it really has the effect of not knowing and not knowing! At the beginning, no one cared, until they faced the crisis of losing points several times, which made the players of the Beijing team feel powerless against Zhao Jiayun......

Fortunately, the Beijing team has zero gods, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

However, Zhao Jiayun, who is smiling, is also terrifying: Zhao Jiayun is warm and cold, and he kicks the ball like a king of Hades, which makes people feel unfathomable......

Lang Tao looked at Xue Lin who was guarding the door, and Xue Lin patted the dust on his body expressionlessly - Lang Tao must thank Xue Lin: If there is no Xue Lin, the Beijing team will really have a tough battle!

After settling down, Lang Tao looked at the Shanghai team and said: It's okay ~ It's okay ~ As long as the Beijing team plays a good match, it's not difficult to win...... The difficult thing is how to defend Zhao Jiayun of the Shanghai team.

Zhao Jiayun is too threatening: once Zhao Jiayun is allowed to take advantage of the loophole, the Beijing team really can't get out.

Lang Tao glanced at Wang Sicheng: While the first half of the game is not over, you can practice more to stare at a certain Zhao.

Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free central midfielder of the Beijing team, nodded and silently ran in front of Zhao Jiayun.

"Deputy Team Zhao, hello." Wang Sicheng politely announced, "Maybe I'm not as good as you, but I'll do my best to stop you with all my might - now and in the second half, let's play slowly, right?" ”

Zhao Jiayun squinted at Wang Sicheng and paced slowly.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiayun rushed straight and immediately shook off Wang Sicheng.

"Ball! Pass me the ball! Zhao Jiayun demanded loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the football was kicked and kicked to Zhao Jiayun's feet.