Chapter I

"Seasonal!" Qi Zhenyun gritted his teeth, staring at the somewhat thin teenager in front of him, his face was red, and he gritted his teeth, "What the hell do you think!" Didn't I say you just had to stare at the number eight in front of you? Staring, staring, staring! You didn't graduate from elementary school, don't you understand? Don't know what staring is! ”

Shi Ling hung his head and did not speak.

"The eighth of the third class is the weakest, and even a pig can keep an eye on it." It was another dark-skinned teenager who spoke, and he had the same hideous face.

"Even if you can't keep an eye on it, won't you be able to run along?" Another man spoke.

"Even if you can't run, who told you to play?"

"It was a fucking goal!"

The last sentence made the atmosphere stagnate, and then, like a volcano that has temporarily calmed down and erupted, everyone's anger and hatred were ignited, and in addition to them, even the girls who were just onlookers earlier joined in: "Really, what kind of hero are people who have never touched the ball before!" ”

"The third class was supposed to be our best chance, but now it's okay, we're going to fight the fifth class."

"Class Five, is it powerful?" A female voice who was obviously a little out of shape spoke, which immediately caused others to discuss, "There are three school teams in Class 5!" ”

"Varsity?"

"Li Zhiyuan is in the third class! Don't you know how well he defends? ”

"But we still have a class leader, isn't the class leader also on the school team? No, isn't it still the main force? The girl's voice was a little louder, and she was obviously very confident in her class leader.

"Li Zhiyuan is also the main force, not to mention that there is Cao Moran in their class!"

"Cao Moran?"

"Cao Moran's attack is very awesome, are you in the iron or not, why don't you know about this."

"Then I don't believe they can compare to the squad leader!" This one obviously has some signs of brainlessness, although this answer is also a little shaky, but it is not enough or the voice is loud.

"There is Dong Jinze in their class!"

"Dong Jinze is also in the fifth class?" The girls from earlier widened their eyes this time, "Is that Dong Jinze, who is very handsome with glasses who is a mess in language, but is quite good at algebra?" ”

"......" The person who answered her just now was a little speechless, but still said, "What else?" And there are more boys in their class, and the bench is thick. ”

If the previous words were just a hook to score, this sentence was simply a fatal blow, and even the girl who was very confident in her class leader fell silent.

Now that men and women are equal, if you really have to take it into account, girls may be even stronger in terms of combat effectiveness in both learning and scolding, but when it comes to football matches, the advantage of a class with more boys is simply clear at a glance.

In the mall, the middle school attached to the railway where they are located is not the top, but it is definitely the more famous wave. In the eyes of parents, the admission rate of this school is okay, but the most important thing is that it is easier to get into a railway school from this school. And after graduating from the railway school, although it may not be able to be assigned to the subway and railway, the probability is always greater.

Of course, in terms of academic qualifications, vocational high schools are not as good as universities, but anyway, they are only in junior high school, and the grades of the high school attached to the railway are also okay, so why not let the children try it here? Always multiple choices!

For the students, especially the boys, football is more familiar to them.

Although Tiezhong is not as prominent as it used to be, he holds an intramural competition every year, which is a competition that will make college students excited.

Because this is a competition that all classes will participate in in the first and second years of junior high school!

A competition that will also be competitive in the grade!

A two-month tournament that takes place every week between October and November!

It's literally their own intramural football cup!

This is a very attractive thing for any boy who likes football, and there have been many incidents in the history of Iron Medium that have come to school here to participate in this competition.

But what does that sentence say, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

Although Tiezhong attaches great importance to football, in fact, because of the relationship between the mall team, the whole city attaches more importance to football, but for the school, this is just a side hustle. Because it is a glorious tradition of the school, it doesn't matter if you stick to it, but what do you have to sacrifice for it...... This, it's hard to say. In the students' case, they rush over, and then they will sadly find that there are not enough people in the class who can play football...... Football has to have eleven people.

Eleven, men.

Speaking of more than sixty people in a class, eleven men should be easy to get together.

But when the school is divided into classes, it is not according to the ratio of men and women, although now it is not allowed to make any fast and slow top classes, but everyone is changing the soup and not changing the medicine. So this often causes a serious imbalance in the proportion of girls in some classes, some classes have more boys, and some classes have more girls, and Qi Zhenyun's class is the unfortunate latter.

There were only twenty-three boys in the class of sixty-five people.

Twenty-three, strictly speaking, can also play football, but, although there are many people who like football, but there are also many people who are not interested in it at all, let alone playing, usually don't even watch it, and some people are simply unwell.

In the last class, eleven people were picked and chosen, but the depth of the bench was not enough, not to mention the list of eighteen people, and even three substitutes were barely on the field.

Of course, there were more than 20 people in the end, so the list was still reported, but the substitutes were a headache, and in the end, the season was arrested.

At first, everyone was really reluctant to choose the season, not because his body shape was not good - the whole class of the team, there are really few people who can be in shape, mainly because of his character, more than a month after the start of school, plus the earlier military training, everyone has been together for almost two months, this guy is stunned that he hasn't said a few words with the same person, this introvert is just that, and it's easy to blush!

A man, blushing!

"Some of the boys in our class are not as good as the girls in our class!" It's a conversation between the members of the soccer team when they train together, not exactly the season, but he's definitely a representative figure.

But the first class really couldn't find anyone, and it seemed that he would squat next to everyone when they were playing, that is, he would be willing to help them pick it up when the ball ran over.

"We have to have three of us, but let's work hard, try not to use him! In the end, it was the captain Qi Zhenyun who settled the matter, and everyone thought that it would not matter if he just asked him to make up the number, but it was so coincidental, their second substitute broke his foot when he was about to play, and the one he wanted to substitute was kicked and injured again, although it was not serious, but the original person was gritting his teeth and insisting, coupled with the injury, he almost couldn't get up when he got there.

There is really no one to use, and if you don't want to, you can only use the season.

When the season was activated, Qi Zhenyun was really worried. But thinking that there are only ten minutes left in the game, it is always okay to have no merit - they have a ball in their hands, and they can always prevent it from passing, right?

The season won't kick or cooperate, and running will always be there, right?

The weakest of the third class will be assigned to him, and there will be no problems, right? Even if he can't prevent it, that number eight won't be able to make any trouble!

Yes, No. 8 really didn't make any trouble, but the season made a fuss!

Just when there were three minutes left in the game, and they were about to win, the ball somehow reached No. 8, who was worthy of being the weakest in the third class, and he didn't react at all. At this time, the best measure in the season is to pass to Qi Zhenyun, who is not far from him - in fact, Qi Zhenyun is already asking him for the ball; The second choice is to run to the side with the ball yourself, and it doesn't matter how bad the big kick is - even if it is really a corner, as soon as everyone drags it, the time will pass, and there is absolutely no enough time for the third shift!

But he kicked it!

And he kicked in!

It's a good thing that the goal is in, even though they already have a lead, even though they are about to win, but no one is too much to win.

But, the season kicks his own goal!

This TMD is an own goal!

In the last moments of the game, when the big picture was decided, they lost everything because of the season!

- Because of the goal difference, they have to fight with the fifth class if they want to qualify!

And Class 5 is almost the strongest class in their first grade!

Thinking of this, Qi Zhenyun was about to go crazy, and he punched the wall next to Shiling: "You TMD was sent by the third class!" ”

Shi Ling, who had been silent, finally raised his head, looked at him a little confused, and then shook his head vigorously.

"So what are you doing with TMD! What, what? ”

"yes, what the hell are you doing!"

"What the hell!"

"What the hell!"

……

One person and two people, male and female, rushed over with accusations and anger, Shi Season pursed his lips, trembling all over, in the past, whenever he encountered difficulties, he would hang his head and delay the past with silence, and this time, when everyone gathered around, he had a feeling that he could not delay. He looked to the side in confusion, but all around him was angry and accusatory, and his gaze didn't even have a place to rest.

"I ......"

He tried to open his mouth, but was quickly overwhelmed by the people around him.

"Why are you so stupid?"

"So stupid?"

"Why assert yourself?"

"You're betraying the class!"

"Is there an acquaintance of yours in Class 3?"

You messed everything up!

……

Voices poured in from all directions, and then, suddenly, one of the loudest - "I just want to help!" ”

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, and Shi Season turned his neck a little confused, and then Qi Zhenyun on the other side smiled suddenly: "You want to help?" ”

Only then did Shi Ling realize that what he said just now was actually said by himself!

He actually said what he thought at the time!

In front of so many people, he actually spoke!

"How can you help?" When he was still shocked about this matter, Qi Zhenyun said again, "How can you help?" ”

"yes, what can you do to help!" The others followed.

"Laughed to death, and even said help!"

"It's helping, helping the third shift!"

"How can I thank you for Class 3!"

"Then I have to treat you to a big meal!"

"They drew with us this time, the class fee must be sufficient, but I want to treat you to a good meal!"

……

The discussion sounded again, different from earlier, this time it was more of a joke, Shiling's face turned even redder, and he gritted his teeth: "No, no, I, I really want to help, really, really...... I—I was wrong, I thought it was the door we were going to kick into, I—I didn't mean to......"

Speaking of this, he was also full of chagrin and remorse, but the angry teenagers did not stop: "Pull down, it's like you can if you want to!" ”

"Who do you think you are, Ye Xiaotian?"

"No, no, no, he thinks he's an old horse!"

Someone raised the hottest striker of the mall team, and was immediately taken in a more mocking tone, but there were also girls who didn't know much about it, and whispered: "Ye Xiaotian, I know, but who is the old horse!" ”

"O Maradona! Although Ye Xiaotian played well, he didn't dare to say that he was 100% in, he could be so sure, and it was Lao Ma and Pele, and the season told us that he was about the same as these two. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them laughed, and Shi Ling took a deep breath: "I really think I can enter!" I—I'm sure! ”

The people around him laughed even harder.

"I'm really sure!"

Some people not only laughed, but even sneered.

"I—I really have ...... I'm not, I didn't mean to make trouble...... I can kick it to you! ”

When he said the previous words, everyone was mocking and disdainful, but when he said the last sentence, there was a short silence, and finally Qi Zhenyun spoke: "You kicked it to show us?" ”

Shi Ling's hand trembled slightly, his lips trembled involuntarily, he subconsciously put his body closer to the wall, this is not the environment he is familiar with, in fact, he never dreamed that one day he would talk like this, he felt that his body was a little fluttering, his feet no longer knew where to go, his tongue was even stiffer, he wanted to lower his head and drag the things in front of him over, but the current scene made him have a feeling that he had to say.

"Why did I happen to this?" Why, he thought?

If not to agree to be a substitute;

It would be nice if you didn't agree to play;

If only they hadn't followed each other's eights so closely;

If......

"You," Qi Zhenyun leaned close to him, snorting into his face, his dark eyes with anger, "How to kick us!" ”

“…… You defend, I'll kick! ”