Zeng Yi simply admired Li Sichen to death.

He is also a veteran football fan, and since he was a child, he has watched countless football games and experienced countless football stars. But now, he feels that the football stars he used to admire are not as good as Li Sichen even if they all add up!

Although on the football field, Li Sichen's appearance may not be as good as those football stars. But with a soccer ball in the face, he is definitely at the level of a grandmaster!

Finally, Zeng Yi couldn't hold back the excitement and shock in his heart, and asked: "Brother Chen, your footwork is too accurate, isn't it? Every kick of the ball can not only accurately hit the faces of this group of school football team players, but also bounce back to your feet just right...... It's a god! How the hell do you do it?"

Li Sichen didn't have the idea of hiding his selfishness in this regard, and explained with a smile: "This is very simple, as long as you calculate the position where the other party is standing, which hexagram position belongs to in the gossip, and then according to this, you can deduce which part of the football you need to kick with your foot." ”

"Huh?" Zeng Yi was dumbfounded: "Brother Chen, what are you talking about? It's just a kickball, why is it still related to calculation and gossip? These two majors don't seem to be compatible with football at all!"

Li Sichen knew that there was no way to explain this matter clearly just by talking about it. So, he raised his hand and pointed to a member of the school soccer team in front of him who was quietly turning his head to peek at them: "You see, the position where this person is standing is a departure in this football field. If you want to hit him in the face accurately and make the ball bounce back, you have to aim at the position above the football when you kick it. Because Kan is water, it just restrains the fire!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Sichen's feet were pumped on the football. With a 'bang', the whistling soccer ball hit the face of the varsity soccer team member who was peeking back, knocking him to the ground. As for football, it really rebounded back to Li Sichen's feet.

The member of the school football team who fell to the ground covered his face with his hands, and cursed Li Sichen in his heart while screaming in pain: "Is there a mistake? You actually used me as a real object to give a lecture to that fat man, what are you to me? guinea pig? It's too inhumane!"

He didn't dare to say these cursed words, because he was afraid that once he said it, Li Sichen would make up for him again. At that time, he is afraid that he will be like Luo Dao, and he will be broken.

Li Sichen didn't have the heart to care if the school football team member was cursing him behind his back, and after gently stepping on the football under his feet, he turned his head and said to Zeng Yi: "What's the matter, you should believe it now, I didn't talk nonsense, right?"

Zeng Yi opened his mouth.

Although the facts were already in front of him, he still felt a little hard to believe.

Football is a sport that can be played so smoothly just by calculation and gossip...... That's also unscientific, okay!

If this qiē is true, doesn't that mean that just a person who is proficient in gossip can play football to the fullest? Then what about top stars such as Messi and Ronaldo? Wouldn't it be okay to find a group of people with the banner of 'blind fortune-telling' directly from the park or stream?

Well, even if these people's physiques are not enough to support the amount of exercise in a game. So, let them sit on the sidelines and strategize as coaches, make adjustments and arrangements according to what gossip directions on the football field, changes in the five elements and other things, and make a tactical formation such as the Nine Palaces Bagua Formation, wouldn't they be able to sweep the West England, Germany, Italy and the Netherlands, and unify the Champions League and the World Cup?

This is also too YY, okay!

Actually, Zeng Yi thought badly this time.

At least nine out of ten fortune tellers in parks and streams are liars. They use guò to observe words and looks, and they use guò verbal inducements, so that you unconsciously reveal your situation to him. Then, he gives you some vague, ambiguous answers that make you feel as if he has a point.

But in fact, let alone looking at the fortune-telling side of feng shui, these people may not even have read the classics of feng shui metaphysics, such as the I Ching and Shuzang, so how can they have real skills?

As for those who have real skills, such as Feng Yong, who just escaped from the wilderness. People can move their mouths casually, look at the phase measurement of feng shui, and in a few minutes, they can enter millions of accounts. This kind of business can make a lot more money than being a player, a coach, or the like!

Just when Zeng Yi was thinking wildly, in the group of people on the school football team, I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Damn, fight with him! Isn't it just a slap in the face? It's not a big deal, we just use our hands in front of our faces." Besides, he only has one man and one ball, and no matter how good he is, he can't knock all of us down at once, right? As long as we can rush to him, we can kill him! After all, there are only two people on his side, and we have ten people left!"

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately aroused the last fighting spirit of the school football team.

Because they all knew that if they couldn't beat Li Sichen up. Then their school football team will definitely become the object of ridicule of the whole school...... Think about it, a dozen or twenty people, being defeated and scared by one person, what a shameful thing it must be!

"Fight with him!"

"I don't believe it, with his hand in front of his face, he can still kick the ball and smash it!"

"Let's go up together, beat him to death!"

The group of people on the school football team turned around one after another, guarded their faces with both hands, and rushed towards Li Sichen with a scream. A few people who were hit in the face but were not seriously injured also got up from the ground and charged with everyone.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Yi was anxious again: "Brother Chen, what should I do? They all protected their faces, and they couldn't kick it." ”

Li Sichen shrugged his shoulders: "If you can't kick your face, then kick somewhere else, who stipulated that I must kick my face?" Before the words fell, the football under his feet was kicked out.

This time, he really didn't slap his face again.

With a muffled 'bang', the ball hit the crotch of a varsity soccer team member who rushed to the front.

"Ahh

This change stunned everyone on the school football team. At the same time, I also felt the tightness of the chrysanthemum.

What's the situation with this Nima? What about the crazy demon who said yes to slap your face? What if you don't slap your face, you won't feel comfortable? How can you suddenly change your face to hit a bird instead of slapping your face? This is a violation! This is cheating!

The faces of the members of the school soccer team turned white, and for a moment, they didn't know where to put their hands.

Face or crotch?

This Nima is more worth considering than surviving or ruining!

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