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Chapter Seventy-Seven

Compared to the climax of the first grade, the second year was more ordinary - although they were competing for the championship!

Yes, champions, the latter first place is not ranked according to the pattern of who wins and who plays, but according to the ranking of the class.

One class is one class, so I will play two games in a row;

As for the twelfth class, naturally they played two games in the end, and in their earlier games, they won four classes respectively, and now they are fighting for the championship.

It's not that this game is not exciting, but there is no suspense.

The eighth squad attacked and attacked, and oops, was stopped by Wanye!

The eighth class attacked again, attacked again, and oops, was attacked again by Wanwan!

Class 8 rushed up again, look at the number nine, how awesome! Look at the twelfth, how wonderful it is, look at the thirteenth...... Infringe on the goalkeeper!

Grass!

From technique to technique, in the goalkeeper's area, Wan Wan Wan played all kinds of skillful and all kinds of pure green, the eighth class is not not hard, it is not that the kick is not good, and even, judging from the scene, they have always had the upper hand, but ...... Can't score!

It's not that they can't score at all, they still scored two goals in the entire first half, which is already very precious in the goal guarded by Wan Wan, but the twelve classes, kicked into their class with four goals!

Baban's attack is fierce, but once frustrated, the ball often reaches Wan Wanwan, and then he launches a brilliant attack...... Well, the defense of Class 8 is also very powerful! But you can always find the most suitable spot for ten thousand nights...... Of course, their offense is not always successful, but compared to Class 8, they always have more hope, more chances, and always more opportunities.

In the words of the people who eat melons, it is - 10,000 nights, can hold up half the sky!

Well, it seems that something is wrong, but that's what it means anyway!

In the second half, the physical strength of the eighth class, which was more powerful, was the first to keep up - in the first-grade competition, the ten-class scramble was also more powerful, but the ten-class was a bunch of livestock, and this was what was usually practiced, and in the last week, Li Hao also focused on endurance, and the eighth-class of the second-grade was different, although their physical fitness was also good, but they really couldn't compare with the ten-class......

Well, that's it, even worse in the second half!

However, they didn't work and instead created a wave of suspense - after leading by four goals on their side, Wan Wan Wan was gone!

Yes, down, with twenty-five minutes to go!

As soon as I saw him come down, the excitement of Class 8 was amazing!

Football is not like basketball, it's not that you can go down and rest for a while and then change it back, if he goes down, then he can't come up!

So they bombarded the goal of the twelfth class, and they found two goals in ten minutes!

The form is very bad!

The people who watched the melon-eating crowd were addicted, and Fu Zi shouted to be careful!

Yes, Fu Zi!

On this day, Mr. Fu got up from bed early, bought tofu brain for the queen mother at home, and then touched it, although he believed that class 12 was no problem, but he always had to watch it more certainly!

He was sure in the first half and ...... in the second half

"Defend! Defend! Defend! Fu Zi shouted loudly, his emotions were excited...... only made the head teacher of the twelfth class next to him a little inexplicable, and Liu Lei slipped over there, "Teacher Fu is worried." ”

Fu Zi glanced at him: "Teacher Liu is here too?" ”

"Teacher Fu is here, how can I not come?"

"Oh, I mainly didn't expect a young man like you to get up so early!"

"Look at what you said, Mr. Fu, you can get up with this figure, let alone me."

"Huh."

"Hehehe!"

The two looked at each other, the sparks flying, the enthusiasm, the excitement and turmoil......

Even many people who were paying attention to the game couldn't help but turn their eyes......

These two, what's going on?

"Watching the ball?" After looking at each other deeply for a while, Fu Zi took the lead in speaking.

"Watch the ball!" Liu Lei nodded in agreement.

They all know very well that no matter how good they are now, the game is not as important.

If Class 8 can turn the tables, that bet on Class 1 will almost win!

If you can't...... Well, that class really needs to be careful.

"Up, up, up!" Liu Lei greeted Babao!

"Defend and defend!" Fu Zi shouted to Class Twelve.

The crowd of onlookers who ate melons - mainly the teachers were extremely confused - how could these two care so much about their second-grade competition!

They cared, but Wan Wan next to them had already rested...... Well, Yang Mingming was still on the field at this time, and he could only reluctantly hold a schoolbag and crooked there. The two substitutes next to him saw him like this...... Although it was not the first time they had seen each other, at this moment, there was still an indescribable feeling, and when they were caught up with another ball, one of them really couldn't help it: "Captain? Captain? ”

"Huh?"

"Class 8, three have already caught up."

"Oh."

"What are we going to do!"

Wan Wan glanced at him: "What should I do?" ”

"Yes, Captain."

"How do I know?"

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"I've left them with a four-goal win, they can still play to this extent, I can't help it!"

"But, but the captain ......"

"Relax, there will always be a way, it's a big deal, that is, losing."

"Captain! If we lose, we may not be able to win the game! ”

"Huh?"

"Our class has been kicked in less, but our class's scoring ability is not particularly good!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, squad leaders, especially class eight, they have eight goal difference when they play with class four! Eight! ”

"Class 4 is so useless? How did they get into the Final Three? ”

"They're a bit lucky, though, the squad leader...... Can we talk about the problem of Class 4 later, you can think about the current solution first! ”

"My way...... You're looking for the wrong person, you obviously have to find Fan Cheng to solve this problem! He kicked a few more goals, and even if he lost, we could still win...... Hmm, how many goals do you want to kick? ”

The two substitutes were speechless, and Wan Wan slapped his thigh violently: "That's not right!" ”

The two substitutes were taken aback, and Wan Wan continued: "What you said is not right, we won the fourth class, right?" Class 8 also won Class 4, right? So, if we lose, it's really a loss, what a winning goal! You two, you're too careless! ”

The two substitutes blinked and winked again, as if they had said something wrong, but ...... Captain, why are you so happy?

And Fu Zi's heart, who was watching the situation over there, was about to break, and he had all kinds of grievances against the Wan Night who was paralyzed on the side - what are you resting on, what are you lying down, what are you going to do! What can you do if you stand for another twenty-five minutes as a goalkeeper!

His resentment was so deep that he couldn't help but look at the head teacher of Class 12: "Your class is ten thousand nights, and the ideological education really can't keep up!" ”

"Huh?"

"How can it end up at this time! What about collective discipline?! ”

"This ......"

"Can you get him to play again?"

The head teacher of the twelfth class, who originally wanted to explain, was suddenly speechless.

And a ball!

Class 8 is all kinds of hard work! In the next ten minutes, Class 12 really experienced a stormy attack, and with five minutes to go before the end of the game, they really scored another goal!

"Class eight! Class 8! Class 8! "The excitement of the Class 8 cheerleading team! It's definitely not inferior to the first grade class!

Fu Zi froze there, and Liu Lei froze there too-happiness came too suddenly! He wasn't prepared at all!

That's it, that's it, you can win again?

Not only is he stupid, but the first class that came to watch is also a little stupid, although this eighth class doesn't look like it's easy to get along with, but ...... Are they going to rub shoulders with the best class in the school?

For a while, everyone in the class was a little uncomfortable, and they didn't know whether to be happy or regretful......

And at this time, the twelve classes scored!

This goal was a bit beyond everyone's expectations, but it was reasonable - after kicking the last goal, Baban was a little slack, they were nervous for the whole game, especially in the second half, they were always in the stage of lagging behind, and when Wan Wan was on the field, they were even desperate, and even if Wan Wan went down, their pressure was greater, or even greater.

Wan Wan Wan is here, they still have a reason not to score, Wan Wan is not here, what reason do they have?

Must catch up!

Must overtake!

They strive, gritted their teeth, but ...... The twelfth class has also been strictly guarding and blocking, and after the end of the game, they changed from an offensive posture to a defensive one, and eleven people were eager to shrink to the second half and turn their territory into a turtle shell!

In a way, it was really their luck to catch up with these four in a row!

- There are two balls, both of which can be said to be dribbleballs, and one of them even bounced into the goalpost!

And now, God loves the foolish, they have finally caught up!

Rejoice!

Excited!

Victory!

Although this final game must be won or lost, since Wan Wan is not playing, what else can they not do in the next half hour? And at this time, Fan Cheng made a sneak attack, caught them off guard, and then ...... Scored them a goal again!

"Class Twelve! Twelve classes! Twelve classes! ”

Such a fierce shout obviously came from ...... Fu Zi!

At this time, Teacher Fu's voice alone withstood a class, and successfully bought another moment for class 12 - when his voice came out, everyone in class 8 looked at him inexplicably......

The last five minutes!

Class 8 wants to score another goal, but Class 12 knows that they can't let them in anymore even if their brains are in water at this time, so all kinds of procrastination, all kinds of fouls, then you really step on me, and I won't let you step on it!

- Or I'll trample you to death?

When the whistle blew at the end of the game, Fu Zi was stunned to break through his limit - jumped up, while Liu Lei over there smiled bitterly - but he was not too disappointed, because it really was, there was not much hope. It's just that after the game, he found Qi Zhenyun: "Are you sure?" ”

"Which one did the teacher say?"

Liu Lei was stunned, and Qi Zhenyun said: "The teacher asked whether he won the twelfth class, or kicked in five goals?" ”

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