"The starters of the football team of Beijing Sports Institute are: No. 22 goalkeeper Lin Xuecheng, No. 2 right back Duan Mulu, No. 20 left back Zhou Hua, No. 4 scavenger Yang Yan, No. 5 free center forward Wang Sicheng, No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng, No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei, No. 10 forward Lang Tao, No. 9 shadow forward Jiang Bisheng, No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian!"

"The starters of the football team of Shenyang Institute of Physical Education are: No. 1 goalkeeper Runyun, No. 2 right fullback Jinsi, No. 3 left back Wang Mu, No. 4 scavenger Jia Rui, No. 5 free central midfielder Gu Feng, No. 6 left midfielder Ji Yang, No. 7 right forward Wen Feng, No. 8 central midfielder Shui Ge, No. 9 shadow striker Hua Cheng, No. 10 left forward Jiang Wusheng, No. 11 right forward Junming!"

"The Beijing team and the Shenyang team are both in a 4-3-3 formation! Both teams are good at attacking, and the highlight of this game is to guess who will attack beautifully! Let's look forward to the exciting game that these two teams will bring us!"

Even after repeating similar introductions more than a dozen times, the football commentator Xiao Ming still remained vigorous, finished his words with emotion, and took the lead in clapping his hands, waiting for the official start of the game.

"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! ......As the cheerleader of the Beijing team, Liu Yun yelled enthusiastically and cheered enthusiastically with the cheerleading team members.

Compared with the cheering group in the previous games, the cheerleading girls danced the energetic dance as always, and no one cared that the number of cheerleading girls was only two less - Luo Caiyi and Qin Siyu were not here!

Yang Fei waved the flag and led another group of girls to help shout and swagger.

These two cheerleaders, no one cares that Li Jun is not in the audience.

Large pitches.

"Your face isn't pretty, huh?"

When Jiang Wusheng and Lang Tao shook hands, Jiang Wusheng wondered that Lang Tao's face was not very good-looking: it was different from the past, neither smiling nor serious...... On the contrary, Lang Tao was a little absent-minded.

Lang Tao didn't blink, and calmly retorted: "Thank you for your concern, it's not that my face is not good-looking, but I am seriously thinking about how we as the victors can comfort you after the game." ”

"Humph!" Jiang Wusheng's face sank, and an obvious hostility immediately emanated from his body, "It's not certain who wins and who loses!" Don't talk big and flash your tongue! ”

With that, Jiang Wusheng let go, turned around, and returned to the team.

"Come on!" Lang Tao suppressed the melancholy in his heart, with confidence on his face, and waved his fist at the Beijing team.

"Yes~" The Beijing team responded enthusiastically when they saw Langtao returning.

Lang Tao led the Beijing team, facing the Shenyang team, trying to ignore the uneasiness in his heart.

——Half an hour ago, I should have seen Luo Caiyi cheering for Lang Tao and Lang Tao's Beijing team players, but Luo Caiyi did not attend...... Lang Tao was uneasy and sent several text messages on his mobile phone, but there was no reply from Luo Caiyi.

If it weren't for the fact that going back and forth to the hotel would have delayed the ball game, Langtao would have run back to the hotel to find Luo Caiyi.

Helplessly, when he was about to play, Lang Tao deliberately found Li Jun, hoping that he would help him to see where Luo Caiyi was.

Li Jun nodded and readily agreed to find someone.

- Now, Senior Li should be looking for Luocai, right? Lang Tao thought calmly, decided to put aside distractions, take football seriously, and wait until halftime to call Li Jun on his mobile phone to ask Li Jun.

The referee blows the whistle and signals the game to begin!

Served by the Beijing team.

The football buckled at the feet of Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team.

Jiang Bisheng squinted his eyes and ran wildly with the ball in a muffled voice!

After running a distance, I saw Jiang Wusheng, the No. 10 left forward of the Shenyang team, rushing over-

Football commentator Xiao Ming's little face turned red with excitement, and he almost screamed: "The first heads-up between the Beijing team and the Shenyang team has appeared! Jiang Bisheng VS Jiang Wusheng - more coincidentally, they are brothers! ……」

It was only less than a minute after the opening, and Jiang Bisheng and Jiang Wusheng were on the bar!

Jiang Bisheng saw that his brother was ruthless, and he didn't dare to play ball, but chose to use speed to pass others - correct the sprinting posture and exert all his strength, Jiang Bisheng rushed forward in one step, like lightning, fast as the wind, and went straight to the distance in the blink of an eye!

Jiang Wusheng only paused for a second, and chased after him without saying a word, and he was not inferior to Jiang Bisheng!

Ten seconds later, Jiang Wusheng caught up with Jiang Bisheng!

This time is too short, so short that the two teams are stunned!

Jiang Bisheng was startled, carefully guarding against Jiang Wusheng, for fear that Jiang Bisheng would tackle the ball from behind him - sure enough, when Jiang Bisheng stepped out to accelerate, Jiang Wusheng stretched out a kick, leaned his body, and swiped the ground with his foot, and immediately shoveled away the football under Jiang Bisheng's feet!

Jiang Bisheng couldn't brake, and he ran a long way before stopping.

Looking back, Jiang Wusheng had already run away.

"Stop him!" Lang Tao yelled.

The Beijing team's No. 11 left striker Wu Zejun and No. 8 right winger Yao Qian rushed towards Jiang Wusheng in unison!

But seeing that Jiang Wusheng's face did not change, he did not slow down at all, and ran wildly in a line!

Even if he didn't believe that Jiang Wusheng would be as brutal as Wu Zejun, Yao Qian's complexion changed, and he hesitated for a moment—only at this moment, Jiang Wusheng bumped into Wu Zejun fiercely and knocked Wu Zejun down roughly!

Subsequently, Jiang Wusheng took the ball and made a big move and continued to move forward!

Lang Tao gasped: Wow~ It's too demonic! If you want Jiang Wusheng to stop, you must at least have Jiang Wusheng's physique-looking behind quickly, Lang Tao called to the upper end of Mu Lu and shouted: "Stop him!" ”

The No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team, Duanmu Lu, was pointed out by the captain for the first time, obediently leaning forward, using exaggerated altitude and body to stop in front of Jiang Wusheng.

"You want to stop me? How naïve! Jiang Wusheng snorted lightly, picked up the ball with his toes, and saw the football fluttering over Duanmu Lu's head, until Duanmu Lu looked up and watched the football fly over his head!

Jiang Wusheng took the opportunity to bypass Duanmu Lu's side.

Lang Tao stared.

Subsequently, the forward players of the Shenyang team came one after another.

Jiang Wusheng rushed to the goal of the Beijing team, and was intercepted by Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, and Zhou Hua, the No. 20 left back, who were panting in a hurry, and then passed the ball to Jun Ming, the No. 11 right forward of the Shenyang team.

"Oops!" The Beijing team secretly shouted that it was not good.

After getting the ball, Junming was unguarded, raised his foot straight, and shot-

The very ordinary but strong right straight ball flew into the goal of the Beijing team, and was held by Lin Xuecheng, the No. 22 goalkeeper of the Beijing team - this goal, the Shenyang team did not score!

"It's dangerous!" Lang Tao patted his chest and was extremely happy: if it was replaced by Jiang Wusheng, he would score 100% of the goal!

Looking at Jiang Wusheng, Lang Tao thought about whether to send someone to guard him: if he couldn't hold it, he would also make trouble, lest Jiang Wusheng attack them too much and couldn't parry!

Lin Xuecheng, the No. 22 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, held the football in his arms, looked around at the Shenyang team, and made a mistake for a while: he must throw it to the captain, lest the football be intercepted!

With a vigorous throw, Lin Xuecheng threw the ball to Langtao.

Lang Tao dribbled the ball and waved his big hand - in an instant, the forward players and midfielders of the Beijing team rushed forward in unison!

Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free central midfielder of the Beijing team, flashed his eyes and took the initiative to run to defend Jiang Wusheng-

Jiang Wusheng said proudly: "Can you keep an eye on it?" ”

rushed hard, and almost rushed past Wang Sicheng - Wang Sicheng opened his arms and couldn't stop Jiang Wusheng from running away!

However, Jiang Wusheng stopped taking advantage of the situation, but quickly took a few steps back, moved sideways, turned around ninety degrees, and walked around Wang Sicheng's side like a loach!

Wang Sicheng was taken aback, and almost reached out to grab the corner of Jiang Wusheng's clothes, but fortunately remembered to break the ball rules with his hands, so he quickly put his hand down and focused on Jiang Wusheng.

Jiang Wusheng would not let Wang Sicheng get closer, and his heels exerted force, swishing to the ground, like an arrow from the string, far away.

Wang Sicheng opened his mouth and looked at Jiang Wusheng in amazement.

didn't pay attention to the people chasing behind him, Lang Tao passed the ball to his teammates wholeheartedly: Hua Cheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shenyang team, grabbed the ball, Lang Tao passed the ball to the left, passed it to Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger, and then avoided Hua Cheng with an empty ball; Yao Qian saw that Langtao was unmarked, and passed the ball back, after Langtao received the ball, he met the No. 8 central defender Shui Ge of the Shenyang team, and then passed the ball to the left and passed it to Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward-

Worst! Wu Zejun doesn't like to pass the ball!

Lang Tao was full of black lines, but he saw Wu Zejun dribbling and running wildly!

And behind Wu Zejun, a figure was airborne.

It's Jiang Wusheng.

"Be careful!" Lang Tao blurted out, "Pass!" ”

Wu Zejun didn't follow Lang Tao's instructions, or he didn't have time to pass the ball at all - flying to tackle the ball, shoveling the football at Wu Zejun's feet fiercely, and actually freezing the football! And Wu Zejun had to touch the ball due to inertia, and his body was crooked, and he tripped over the football and fell into the mud!

Lang Tao was dumbfounded, staring at the football held by Jiang Wusheng, and was speechless in admiration.

~ How much foot strength does it take to buckle the ball like a rock, and then pit Wu Zejun down?

Stomping his feet, Lang Tao really felt that Wu Zejun's feet hurt.

After Jiang Wusheng shoveled the ball, he adjusted his balance and dribbled back to the area of the Beijing team-

Wu Zejun got up embarrassedly and scolded: "Okay, you Jiang Wusheng, you are so ruthless!" ”

"Are you alright?" Lang Tao stared at Wu Zejun's thigh, for fear that he would fall and be injured.

Wu Zejun bared his teeth and said, "It's okay. ”

took a step, Wu Zejun chased Jiang Wusheng.

Lang Tao was stunned: At this moment, it is the key to quickly return to defense.

— but it's too late!

Jiang Wusheng's ball skills and strength, beating any player of the Beijing team, including Jiang Bisheng's ball skills and Wu Zejun's brute collision - seems to have the talent of all attacking players, Jiang Wusheng seems to be unique, turning left and right, stunned by one person to connect the Beijing team of eight people, his performance is amazing again and again!

One person easily passed the test, treating the Beijing team's defense as child's play - Jiang Wusheng rushed into the Beijing team's penalty area and shot hard in front of the Beijing team's No. 2 right-back Duanmu Lu and No. 20 left-back Zhou Hua!

Football is like artillery fire, bombarding the goal of the Beijing team!

It's also a very ordinary but strong right-hand straight ball!

Lin Xuecheng, the No. 22 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, moved to the right and hugged Jiang Wusheng's shot head-on-

After that, Lin Xuecheng only felt that his hands were numb, and the football was still spinning, and it hit his abdomen uncontrollably, making his abdomen hurt uncontrollably - the football jumped and jumped out of Lin Xuecheng's arms!

Lin Xuecheng covered his abdomen and squatted on the ground in pain.

The Beijing team was shocked, and before the referee called a timeout, Jiang Wusheng seemed to have calculated, rushed to the front of the football with a gust of wind, and shot again!

Football, in the frame!

"Tut-" The referee blew his whistle to show that the Shenyang team took the lead in winning the jackpot!

"After the fast attack of the two teams, the Shenyang team will take the lead and score one point first!" Football commentator Xiao Ming was amazed, "The Shenyang team is very strong, especially their captain, with a top ten!"

- It's all twenty at a top!

Lang Tao supports his forehead: Jiang Wusheng is very strong!

"Senior Wu, let Yang Yan and Wang Sicheng keep an eye on Team Jiang together, right?" Lang Tao proposed to Wu Zejun.

"Yang Yan, staring at the No. 10 of the Shenyang team!" Wu Zejun spoke to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan said "um", which startled Zhou Hua and Duanmu Lu - Duanmu Lu scratched his head and said Zhou Hua's heart: "Senior Yang Yan, you used to play?" …… I haven't even seen you. ”

Happily, Duanmu Lu felt inexplicably happy: he is not the only one with a low sense of existence?

Yang Yan ignored Duanmu Lu's ridicule and looked straight at Jiang Wusheng.

Jiang Wusheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Yan defiantly.

After the rematch, it was still the Beijing team that started the game.

The football buckled at the feet of Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team.

Lang Tao touched the ball lightly and slowly moved his feet-

The strikers of the Shenyang team rushed in one after another, wanting to win a quick game!

At the same time, Yang Yan, the No. 4 scavenger of the Beijing team, and Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free central midfielder, rushed from the rear and silently guarded Jiang Wusheng, the No. 10 left forward of the Shenyang team!

The Shenyang team strikers who lack Jiang Wusheng are not worried at all, Langtao firmly controls the football and deftly runs out of an "S" shaped route, which makes the Shenyang team scratch their heads!

Jiang Wusheng locked on Langtao and subconsciously sprinted towards Langtao, but was defended by the joint defense of Yang Yan and Wang Sicheng - although Wang Sicheng alone could not stop Jiang Wusheng, and one more person, although he still couldn't stop Jiang Wusheng, he could at least block Jiang Wusheng: the two Beijing team players blocked Jiang Wusheng's way, making Jiang Wusheng unable to catch up with Langtao for a while!

Lang Tao didn't dare to hesitate, let alone pass the ball and waste the fighter, he ran wildly with the ball, and ran into the penalty area of the Shenyang team in one breath - "Watch the ball!" "Lang Tao kicked out, kicked hard, it looked like a shot, but it was actually a pass!

Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, rushed over, as if he wanted to catch the ball and shoot-

Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, intercepted halfway and cut off Langtao's pass!

Gritting his teeth and volleying, Wu Zejun aimed at the left goal of the Shenyang team -

Wu Zejun's shots have always been strong and powerful, and it is really difficult to catch the ball!

Runyun, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shenyang team, moved left and wanted to stop the ball, but was hit in the head by Wu Zejun's shot - the football bounced off, hit the crossbar, and bounced on the ground, just by Jiang Bisheng's supplementary shot!

The ball is in!

"Great, it's equal!" Jiang Bisheng was overjoyed.

But I heard Wu Zejun annoyed: "You are actually ......"

"Each other, each other." Jiang Bisheng squeezed his eyes at Wu Zejun.

Lang Tao was angry and funny, and complained: "What are you two angry about? - It should be me if you want to be angry! I was supposed to be the main attacker, but it was mixed into an assist...... Okay, as soon as you two came, they were all gone, and the assists and main assistants were replaced by the two of you. ”

"Thank you, conceit." Jiang Wusheng and Wu Zejun respectively arched their hands towards Langtao.

The joy of scoring a goal infected the entire Beijing team.