Lang Tao embarrassed his face.

This kind of oolong that accidentally wins the future teammates and makes the future teammates lose their linings, face, and maybe will be wearing small shoes in the future, is it a swollen feeling? Lang Tao swallowed his saliva silently, only to feel infinitely bitter!

What about the pit people playing!?

Slowly moving in front of his future teammate Wu Zejun, Lang Tao pondered for a moment, carefully organized his language, and said weakly: "I'm sorry...... That, excuse me, what school are they on the blue team? It shouldn't be the 'Beijing Institute of Sport', right? ……”

Frightened, Lang Tao thought of a frightening possibility, that is: although the two teams wore different jerseys, it could not show that they were not from the same school, what if they had a bad taste for the sake of difference? ……

If it was as he thought, it would be too miserable.

Lang Tao was cold in his heart, and he didn't dare to report that he and Wu Zejun were actually future alumni, but thinking of Zhu Mingrui's ten-minute toxic football commentary, it is estimated that they all know their identities, right? Maybe they all rejected him in their hearts? …… Blame him for being ignorant and stupid!

It would be nice to find out their school in the first place...... It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world! God knows that he will encounter such a coincidental coincidence, the dog-blood TV series will not act so much, and he must give a bad review!

Lang Tao thought to himself: Alas, if only they hadn't noticed...... However, listening to the meaning of Wu Zejun's words, he clearly knew it!

He was reminding himself!

Lang Tao is crazy, and he feels that he is in dire straits-

Ahh

It's all to blame Brother Zhu!

Brother Zhu, you big mouth!

Thinking of this, Lang Tao glared at Zhu Mingrui.

It's just that Zhu Mingrui is still happy for the end of the game! I didn't think that he had already exposed their origins, and he didn't know that he had offended a group of future seniors.

Lang Tao patronized himself and felt sorry for himself, and suddenly thought again - hey, he won the other party, didn't he prove his strength? If he applied to join the intramural football team, the other party would, maybe, probably not turn him down, right? ……

At least not to embarrass him in public?

——The above thoughts are just lightning flashes in Langtao's mind for a moment.

"They are from the 'Capital Institute of Physical Education'-" Wu Zejun's attitude was impatient, Lang Tao pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Wu Zejun's unhappy answer, "I forgot to tell you, 'Capital Institute of Physical Education' and our 'Beijing Sports University' are both key sports schools, and the teams of the two schools are 'derby'!" ”

“……”

Lang Tao was stupid when he heard it, and he didn't know whether to laugh or scream.

Derby! He actually heard the word "derby"!

If he hadn't lived in China, Lang Tao would have thought he had traveled through Europe and North America.

Lang Tao roared in his heart: Your sister! Who to fool? Do you really think I don't understand what a "derby" is? - Only a country with a long history of football will have a "derby"! School? If China wants to say that there is, no one will believe it! If you leave it to Spain, Argentina, Scotland or Italy, then there is some credibility!

Also, he said the "we" of "we" - the word "we" means that he really knows that I am a member of "Beijing Sport University"! ……

Lang Tao burst into tears in his heart, and he was shameless.

Therefore, when the school bus came, Lang Tao couldn't get on the bus, and grabbed Zhu Mingrui, saying: "We have something, go first!" After that, he used his mouth to Nu Luocaiyi in the distance.

"I'll send the goddess to school!"

Well, Luo Caiyi, who has been transparent for a long time, was finally remembered by Lang Tao and became an excellent excuse for Lang Tao.

There are three suitcases at your feet, one as a bench, one as a table, and the last one as a chair. At this time, Luo Caiyi was reading a book, and she was watching it with relish and not squinting.

Lang Tao dragged Zhu Mingrui and walked over to take a look, but saw Luo Cai put away the book without changing his face and returned the two suitcases to them separately. Without saying a word, she walked down a street and hailed a taxi.

The taxi stopped, she dragged her suitcase, reported the address, and sat straight in, and motioned for Lang Tao and Zhu Mingrui to hurry up and get in the car - this series of actions was smooth, natural and smooth, and unpretentious.

…… However, on the way to school, Lang Tao chatted about some topics and tried to liven up the atmosphere, but unexpectedly found that Luo Caiyi and Zhu Mingrui were both lacking in interest. Thinking of being extremely frightened, Lang Tao suddenly felt that Luo Caiyi was much more indifferent to him.

Zhu Mingrui glanced at Lang Tao, who was still unconscious, and felt that he deserved it if he couldn't catch up with the goddess - which boyfriend would leave his girlfriend and run to play football? Just playing football, and handing over three suitcases to your girlfriend for safekeeping? Death! If you can't catch it, you should be, otherwise you should be struck by lightning!

…… Looking at the figure of Lang Tao and the others leaving, Wu Zejun's eyes flashed, and his face was slightly gloomy.

Xue Lin glanced at Wu Zejun and shook his head silently: Obviously, it was their school bus that came first, but it was Lang Tao and the others who left first-this guy, he really had something to say to him, right?

While Xue Lin was waiting for the car, he saw Wu Zejun commanding his rookie teammates to get into the car one after another, while he himself walked over slowly. Sure enough, I heard Wu Zejun say sarcastically: "I deserve to be the captain of the first team, and I really master the essence of the friendly game...... Except for you, it's all a sub! ”

"Each other, each other." Xue Lin accepted the invitation coldly, "You Jing team, I only know you as a candidate." ”

…… Yes, in the friendly match organized by the two schools, except for their respective captains, the others are all substitutes!

That's right~ The two captains are extremely treacherous, with black bellies and dripping black: deliberately sending newcomers to get hold of each other's intelligence - there's nothing easier to grasp in a game......

But what about the result?

"That's a shame." Wu Zejun scolded in his heart: Xue Lin was paralyzed, and he wanted to know how high his level of receiving the ball was, but he didn't expect him to directly excuse his injury and not catch a single ball! On the surface, he smiled and hid a knife, "It seems that our competition can only be saved until the next time...... Next 'District Football Tournament'! ”

"I'm looking forward to it too." Xue Lin rubbed his wrist quietly, there was really a heart of complaining under his calm appearance, and said: Wu Zejun is a dead bastard, I thought he had a tendon in his brain, but I didn't expect to learn to play tricks! On the surface, he also calmly responded, "But before the 'district-level football competition' is held, I am more concerned about whether your school will be 'reformed'...... Lang Tao is a newcomer, if he follows the normal procedure, he ...... Well, I'm curious to see how he performs. ”

"......" Wu Zejun sank his face, "I'm also curious about the No. 15 in your substitute team, good luck to him!" ”

"......" Xue Lin shrugged his shoulders and changed the topic by chance, "They're all gone, aren't you leaving?" ”

Wu Zejun was stunned, saw all the substitutes boarding the school bus, and gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Goodbye!" ”

Xue Lin waved his hand at Wu Zejun with a face.

Wu Zejun drove away with his school bus.

"Captain, are you still shaking your hand?" The teenager in the No. 15 blue jersey blinked, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Starting from the teenager, the other players also hurriedly asked with concern: "Captain, are you really injured?" ”

"Much better." Xue Lin lowered his arm and looked at the boy calmly: although Lang Tao's appearance was an unexpected gain, the No. 15 in his team was not inferior, "In the remaining month, I will train you well, don't let me down." In his heart, he scolded: Wu Zejun, you bastard, why do you play football so hard? My hands hurt to death! It's over, injuries are on injury, and in two months, it's not going to get better-tsk, this year's district-level ball game......

"Yes! I'll try! The teenager in the No. 15 jersey was so excited that his face was flushed.

"Dudu-" Soon after, Xue Lin and their school bus also came. While everyone was happy, they helped each other to get into the car - they all blamed Wu Zejun of the Beijing team, who was so ruthless that the whole team hung up!

The taxi turned left and right, and finally arrived near the entrance gate of the Sea Star Conservatory.

Luo Caiyi pushed her suitcase, got out of the taxi, and waved goodbye.

"Caiyi, do you have any grievances against me?" Lang Tao, who couldn't figure it out all the way, boldly asked.

“…… Have you ever heard a word? Luo Caiyi thought for a moment and said calmly, "In front of football, girlfriends are always juniors." I strongly advise you that you should be in a relationship with football - and sure enough, you are still in a relationship with football, and I don't want to accompany you. ”

"......" Lang Tao was stunned and opened his mouth wide.

"But I'm still very trustworthy, I want to chase me and win the championship!" After speaking, Luo Cai left without looking back.

"......" Lang Tao stared blankly at Luo Caiyi's departing back.

Zhu Mingrui patted Lang Tao's shoulder and comforted sympathetically: "Dude, everything will pass." ”

Lang Tao: "......"

Will everything pass?!

Lang Tao glared at Zhu Mingrui angrily: What the hell? What about pit people playing? - Dare to curse me for falling out of love?!

Zhu Mingrui twitched his mouth, wittily admitted his mistake, and his brain, which had always been sluggish, was running at high speed for the first time, and blurted out: "Stop, stop, don't think about your goddess first...... I suddenly remembered that we were from the same school as that guy named Wu Zejun, right? If you're really on the same team, might as well think about how to resolve the misunderstanding? We'd better think of a way to hide this oolong thing? ”

"That makes sense."

So, the two of them started to think about it together. And then the eggs—

When Lang Tao and Zhu Mingrui reported to the school, the rumors about "the freshmen of Beijing Sport University led the enemy team to defeat the already team" had spread quickly to all corners of the school like locusts!

Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles!

It's only been less than half a day!

Lang Tao looked at Zhu Mingrui sadly and expressed silently: Pig teammates!

If you weren't talkative, I would have been careless to join the opponent's team?!

What about the pit people playing?!

Helplessly, since Lang Tao got into the dormitory, he rarely showed up, for fear of being beaten by a radical.