The coach clapped his hands, and everyone disbanded on the spot, only Lang Tao stood still.

Lang Tao has a fire in his heart and needs to vent urgently.

At present, there are two options in front of Langtao: first, obedient midfield; Second, if he doesn't play the middle field, he will quit the football team directly - but everything about the intramural football team will have nothing to do with him in the future!

…… Or, is there a third option, such as convincing Coach Ru to change him to a striker?

Oh, it's impossible to think about it!

Even if they do switch to strikers, it won't change the fact that they are still a reserve team!

National football team? Really......

The more Lang Tao thought about it, the more irritated he became, and his favorite football was being put to a major test.

With a gloomy face, Lang Tao decided to kick the ball hard, so as not to be annoyed and angry, and reluctantly jump ship!

It was getting dark, the surroundings were gradually darkening, and the vision was severely affected. The green stadium is deadly silent, and only the figure of Langtao practicing has become an alternative landscape.

Run, lift, kick, shoot, score!

Trot, get the ball, put it away, go back, run, lift your foot, kick hard, shoot, score again!

Repeating over and over again, Lang Tao was sweating profusely.

The body is very tired, the feet are very numb, the whole person is like a cooked roast duck, even if he is so tired that his stomach growls, Lang Tao does not want to let go of the football under his feet.

- Who can presumptuously dictate my football position? Lang Tao roared in his heart: Who said I want to be in the middle? I'm a striker! Why did you change me to a midfielder? Obviously, the candidates for strikers are not as good as him at all!

Coach Ru is blind!

At this moment, Lang Tao's resentment against Coach Ru reached its peak.

Even, Lang Tao forgot that Coach Confucianism was his teacher, and what he was thinking about was: pedantic! Pedantic! ……

"Ah~" On the green field, in addition to the sound of dribbling, something else finally sounded - Wu Zejun's yawning was so obvious that Lang Tao had a trace of curiosity, and took the time to look for prestige, and saw Wu Zejun sitting outside the football field, looking at him lazily.

I don't know how long Wu Zejun has watched it.

Lang Tao pursed his lips, calmed down, and continued to exercise without saying a word.

"It's already dark~" Seeing that Langtao was still tireless, Wu Zejun held his chin and said, "You have been practicing for two hours, are you tired?" Hungry or not? Do you want to eat? If you don't go to the cafeteria, the canteen will be closed~"

Lang Tao rolled his eyes, he wanted to say, "I have no appetite", but he felt that this statement was very girly, so he had to change his words, and said angrily: "It's closed?" ”

"Then you won't eat it? - OK? Certain? Sure? Wu Zejun said, calmly took out an apple from his pocket, and took a big bite, "It's a pity, I still want to invite you to a big meal?" It seems that it will have to be another day. ”

Click, click, Wu Zejun ate very well.

"You're quite abnormal today, and you talk a lot, you don't want to comfort me, right?" Lang Tao twitched, looked at "Apple-kun", and made a harmless joke.

"You're right~" Wu Zejun spread his hands and smiled half-truthfully, "I was relieved to see you like this-to be honest, I've been worried about you?" ”

"Worried?" Lang Tao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Are you worried about me changing jobs?" ”

"I don't want to admit it, but I do."

"Cut~ Am I a superficial person?" Lang Tao pouted, "Do you think that I am lost and complaining, and you will be a senior, first go through a few tricks with me, and then brainwash me, enlighten me seriously, and say some nonsense such as 'the midfield is the brain of football', and I will be brain-dead, pay attention to the role of the midfielder, re-energize, and be full of ambition, and then turn over and laugh at the football rivers and lakes?!" ”

“…… You can imagine it. ”

"That's how novels are written."

"Well, I'm going to change the script of the novel." Wu Zejun quickly entered the play, "As a senior, I have played a few tricks with you and won you easily." I'll tell you in a serious way, saying: 'Instead of being a striker, play in midfield, because midfield is more suitable for you'. You're going to be brain-dead – ah no, it's deliberate, accepting the facts, quickly adapting to the midfield position, determined to be the best midfielder! You will blow a storm of reform, use the victory of the practice match to call out to Coach Ru, successfully win the main position, and finally win various championships and lead the rise of the national football team! ”

“…… You're pretty imaginative, too. Lang Tao is still reciprocating, "In order to encourage me, you can work hard enough!" ”

Wu Zejun said: "This is also what I think in my heart...... Do you believe it? ”

"Letter~" Lang Tao rolled his eyes, "In addition, don't worry, I won't change my mind so easily, okay?" ”

“…… It's good that you won't change your mind, but I'm afraid that you can't stand the abuse. Wu Zejun stood up and motioned for Lang Tao to kick the ball, "Okay, stop playing, we should go." ”

Lang Tao listened, so he kicked, but his stomach growled, and he couldn't help but be distracted, and the ball was crooked when the tip of his shoe touched.

The football flew away in the opposite direction.

"Ouch~" screamed in pain, as if the football had accidentally hit someone.

Lang Tao was embarrassed, a little ashamed, and said in his heart: I'm sorry!

"Who doesn't have long eyes, what kind of ball he kicks! Will you kick it?! "The person who hit it is not a stranger, it seems to be Jiang Bisheng......? But Jiang Bisheng laughed angrily and shouted, "Look at me - this is football!" ”

I saw that the football that flew away flew quickly again, with great strength and fierce momentum.

Wu Zejun playfully stared at the arc of the football flying over, and shouted to Lang Tao: "You come to pick it up!" ”

Lang Tao, who wanted to avoid the football, had to raise his head and chest and catch the football stiffly.

Hiss~

Lang Tao snorted, only to feel that he was beaten hard, and his chest hurt numbly.

Lang Tao was shocked: wipe ~ This is a pass, there is no problem with shooting!

Lang Tao buckled the football with his foot, raised his head, and was not surprised to see someone coming, and complained: "It hurts!" Jiang Bisheng, you won't be light! You should pass the ball, not shoot! ”

"......" Jiang Bisheng was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

"You...... Accused of being a midfielder, right? Lang Tao looked at Jiang Bisheng, and just remembered that he might become a midfield partner with this new acquaintance, and was immediately attracted by Jiang Bisheng's sneakers, "Wow~ Broken nail sneakers? Nike brand? Does it have a bonus? Do you have a lot of leg strength? If you put your mind to it, maybe you can be a striker! ”

This person is not good-looking, but he has a good pair of sneakers.

"......" Jiang Bisheng shook his face disdainfully, "Who is like you, bent on being forward?" ”

"......" Lang Tao didn't know how to react, and asked with a snort, "How do you know?" ……”

"Whoever reads it will know that it is clearly written on your face!" Jiang Bisheng had a passer-over expression, with conspicuous contempt in his eyes, "Are you a rookie?" If you don't get the position you want, you change your face, and your heart is too high, right? You've won the championship of the national high school soccer competition! ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" In order to block the other party's big mouth, Lang Tao decisively apologized.

I really didn't expect that he would just practice a ball and be smooth, but he was also misunderstood-okay, it's not a misunderstanding...... Now, he is angry, his heart is smooth, and he is fine.

"If you dare to know your mistakes, you can save them. Actually, you're not the only one with ambitions, I also have goals! My goal is the championship – the Big Football League title! Jiang Bisheng finished meaningfully and turned away coolly.

Not to mention, if you don't look at your face, Jiang Bisheng's back is also full of handsomeness!

"This Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger." Wu Zejun's evaluation is quite sharp. "I can't see it, he actually took the 'Shenyang Institute of Physical Education' as the target, it turned out to be ......" Wu Zejun narrowed his eyes, "Huh? He's really ......."

"Where did he come from?" is so pretending, so cool, killing Lang Tao, Lang Tao doesn't believe that he has no backstage.

"Maybe I know." Wu Zejun touched his chin and made a thoughtful expression, "The surname is Jiang, does it look good, although it is not handsome, it is quite similar...... Well, in last year's big football league, our school reached the top six, but was stopped by the champion football team 'Shenyang Sports Institute', and their captain was also a guy who didn't look good, but he was a left forward, but his strength was super strong, if he wasn't so good-looking, last year's MVP would definitely be him——"

'Oh?' Shenyang Institute of Physical Education'? "Lang Tao doesn't mean who is the MVP," how to say? ——Is it worthy of 'Shenyang Institute of Physical Education'? One of the 14 key sports schools in the country? It is said that Dalian football is the leader of the country, Dalian is also known as the football city, and the 'Shenyang Institute of Physical Education' is not weak? ……”

Wu Zejun chuckled: "After all, it belongs to Liaoning Province, and it is natural that the level is strong - in addition to Liaoning, the representative regions of today's national football team are Shanghai, Beijing, Guangdong and Shandong!" No region or province can be called the strongest, and it can be said that the national football team is currently in an era of a hundred flowers competing and competing for the best. ”

"You know so much!" Lang Tao is breathtaking.

"But it's also limited to domestic." Wu Zejun's words changed, "Compared with world football, it is still a little worse." ”

"As long as we make progress in each generation, we don't believe that the national football team will not take off!" Lang Tao is very scrappy.

"Well said! But, then again, you'd better be good and go back to your dorm early to recharge. Seeing that Langtao still refused to relax, Wu Zejun simply took back the football, "Have a good night's rest, you will be tired tomorrow...... Tomorrow, Coach Ru will let you play a practice match. ”

"Practice matches? Afraid of hair! "Lang Tao is full of confidence and is looking forward to tomorrow.

Tomorrow, if Coach Confucianism really lets them play a practice match as Wu Zejun said, he will definitely perform well and strive to win the admiration of Coach Confucian!

So, the next afternoon, everyone gathered on the football field - as Wu Zejun said, Coach Ru announced to everyone: play a practice match, the opponent is the sophomore team!

Hearing this, the two teams stared at each other with big eyes and a confused look!

Is it really appropriate? - Freshman team VS sophomore team?!

A group of rookies thought to themselves: Is the strength equal?

Lang Tao was speechless: The advantage of the sophomore team is that he has been a reserve team for a year, and he only has a little more qualifications, but in fact, it is almost the same as our freshman team!

This practice match can be regarded as an evenly matched match!