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Round 3

The man felt a pain in his head, so he let go of his hand and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Who are you, a bad guy, a pervert, or a hooligan?" Ouyang Qingfeng shook and said in a drunken tone.

"What's your business, boy, you'd better get out of the way, or don't blame Lao Tzu......" The two shouted proudly.

Ouyang Qingfeng frowned, his right foot stretched out without warning, and with a snap, the guy was slapped hard in the face.

The two of them were blindsided all of a sudden, and the young man's speed was too fast, and they didn't expect Ouyang Qingfeng to suddenly erupt, so they didn't prepare at all, and stood in place in a daze.

"Get out. ”

The two men also felt as if they couldn't beat the boy and were about to get out, but they were stopped again, "Who, who told you to leave." ”

"No, didn't you say, get out?"

Ouyang Qingfeng stepped forward and kicked it directly on one of the thinner people, "Get out of the way." ”

"Grass and mud horses, boy, are you fooling us?" The stronger man looked a little unbearable, and directly pulled open his shirt, revealing a racer, which was full of muscles.

"Go, go to Nima, scare me. Ouyang Qingfeng swung his fist, but it may be that the pace is wrong, it should be the accuracy is wrong, no, it's just not right anyway, the fist was directly swung into the air, and the whole person stumbled and almost fell.

This gave the two people who flinched just now incomparable courage, it turned out that this kid kicked himself just now and injured himself must have been an accident. Looking at the drunken and smoky, it is impossible to beat our brothers.

The thinner one directly grabbed the beer bottle on the table next to him, and then walked over, and was about to smash a hammer on Ouyang Qingfeng's head, "Did you kick it well just now?"

"Ahh

"Damn. Sima Hao also saw that the situation was wrong, so he immediately got up and ran over, stepped directly on a chair, jumped over, and kicked out the wine bottle directly.

"Brothers, it's too big!"

"Who the fuck are you? You fucking want to be a hero and save the beauty?****Ah, if you don't want to cause trouble, get out of here. The stronger man pointed his fingers at Sima Hao and scolded.

"Oh, my temper!"

"Go away, I'll come!" Ouyang Qingfeng shook his head, trying to sober himself up, and then threw a kick on the strong man without warning.

Two drunken high school people and social gangsters fought, the food stall owner called the police, the police came, Sima Hao and Ouyang Qingfeng were taken to the police station to register the records, Ximen Xinyue asked his roommate to go back first and followed. So, these two guys got drunk directly in the police car, and the full name transcript was provided by Ximen Xinyue.

Sima Hao went out of the police station and washed his face to sober up a lot, and then asked Simon Xinyue to send Ouyang Qingfeng, who was still asleep, home and took a taxi away.

Ximen Xinyue dragged this guy into the taxi with difficulty, and then headed towards the address written by Sima Hao.

Looking at this drunk guy, Ximen Xinyue was really unbearable, and the smell of alcohol stinked to death. But when I thought that this guy actually lay down the two gangsters by himself, it was indeed a bit bloody.

At night, the avenue is like a silent river of lights, silently meandering, covering the whole city with a layer of dim soft veil.

Xinyue stood in the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, quietly enjoying the night view of City A.

The cold wind hit, and he couldn't help but sneeze several times in a row, and Ouyang Qingfeng on the side couldn't help but quip, "This is someone missing you." ”

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm. Ouyang Qingfeng slapped his head a few times, and the dizziness was very strong, "You took care of me for most of the night?"

Ximen Xinyue smiled and said nothing.

She stood on the edge of the bed, looked at him for a while, and then helplessly went to get a hot towel to help him wipe his face, she sat on the edge of the bed, gently helped him wipe his face, this man's appearance is really perfect, the sword eyebrows that fly obliquely into the sideburns, the straight nose bridge, the facial features seem to come from the hand of God, very good-looking but did not reduce his cold and heroic spirit, he was not so cold when he fell asleep, as if he had known him for a long time, like an old friend, "At night, thank you!"

"Well, I'll do it myself. Ouyang Qingfeng took the towel in Xinyue's hand a little embarrassed, then wiped it casually a few times, and said, "It's so late, are you going back?"

"Hmm. Or else?"

"It's nothing, I guess I won't be able to take a taxi so late, so let's sleep on the bed!" Ouyang Qingfeng patted on the side of the bed.

"This ......"

Looking at Ximen Xinyue's slightly embarrassed expression, Ouyang Qingfeng probably knew what was going on, it was indeed not good for other girls to be alone in the same room with men and widows.

"Well. Don't worry, I'll go sleep at the door, you lock the door!" After speaking, Ouyang Qingfeng walked out of the room, and then lay on the sofa in the living room.

Nothing was said all night.

When he got up at dawn, Ouyang Qingfeng didn't know what he was dreaming about, anyway, he didn't wake up until eleven or twelve o'clock, the door of the room was open, and she was already gone. Before leaving, I made myself a bowl of porridge and attached a note saying thank you. Ouyang Qingfeng chuckled and drank the cold porridge.

Today is the weekend, and in the afternoon it is the big show competition of the aristocratic college in City A. Ouyang Qingfeng didn't ask anyone to go with him, but after freshening up, he changed into sportswear, and went out with a backpack. He ran almost all of City A, from here, to there.

Another corner of City A.

There is the Youth Palace in City A, Ouyang Qingfeng stood outside the field and watched those elementary school students who were only about half of his age training there, whether it was physical training or passing, passing or shooting, they were sweating on their foreheads, and they were doing so in the coach's magic flute whistle.

He just stood there and watched for a long time before slowly taking off his tracksuit, changing into his football boots, and then flipping the ball on his own. I can't comment on his technique, according to the coach who coached on the sidelines, his movements are very professional, as if he has been professionally trained. However, Ouyang Qingfeng did not answer his words, but continued to appear regularly on the court of the Youth Palace every weekend.

"It's pretty early!" Not far away, Sima Hao walked over slowly wearing broken pants, carrying a big bag and wearing slippers.

"It's been a while. Let's go change your clothes!" Ouyang Qingfeng glanced at Sima Hao, only to see that he directly pulled away the sportswear on his upper body, and he was already wearing a jersey, Ouyang Qingfeng gave a thumbs up and said with a smile, "You hold it." ”

"How was yesterday?" Sima Hao gave Ouyang Qingfeng an inexplicable look.

"What's going on?"

"That's the girl, the one who sent you back......?

"Yes. ”

"Really?"

"Is there any such thing as boring for you?

Finally, in the coach's whistle, these students ended today's training, and at this time, it was Ouyang Qingfeng and the others who were most excited, because there was a field to play.

"How about today's game?" Ouyang Qingfeng picked up the ball, then flipped the inside of his foot and passed it to Sima Hao.

Sima Hao took the ball, played with it on his feet for a while, then returned the ball to Ouyang Qingfeng, and said, "I didn't go to see it, but with that guy here, I shouldn't be able to lose." ”

"Not necessarily. Only when he is there will be a loss. Ouyang Qingfeng threw the ball back, thinking that a scorpion would swing its tail, but he didn't expect the ball to be robbed behind him.

"I know that your mouth is owed, will I lose if I am there?" The man had long yellow hair and a white jersey covered in sweat, and it was obvious that he had just done a strenuous exercise not long ago.

His name is Gong Jizun, a Chinese-Japanese mixed-race, a gorgeous midfield playmaker whose passing skills are like waltzes on the green field, and he has been trained in the junior professional echelon of Barcelona for half a year. once left the football club that he thought was boring, and only after meeting Ouyang Qingfeng and others did he really fall in love with football. His football strength is as strong as Sima Hao, and his cheerful appearance and a Kansai accent of Chinese make people very unhappy.

"Win?" Sima Hao took the ball transmitted by Gong Jizun, then turned his back to the goal, turned around and got up without warning, and hung directly on the net towards the dead corner of the goal.

"Three goals for a small win. Five to two!" Gong Jizun said happily.

Ouyang Qingfeng was still very happy in his heart, although his eyes were red, but his mouth was unforgiving, "Oh, a ball, don't call your mother when you lose three balls in a while." ”

"Come on, come on, Ouyang, you bastard!"

Anything can happen in life.

There are joys, there are sadness, there are excitement, there are losses, there are surging hearts, there are heartaches, but this is the real world of football, this is the colorful life.

On the football field, we see our true selves, we see our absolute selves. We experience the ultimate of pleasure, the culmination of ecstasy. On the field, every player is a character.

Life is like a football game, we must work hard, struggle, do not care, focus on participation, focus on experience. Everyone has to play their part. Football, like life, is full of opportunities and challenges. No one will give up the whole game because of a missed chance, no one will quit because of a mistake, that's our dream, as long as the whistle doesn't blow, we never stop.

Knowing them is the happiest thing Ouyang has done in the past few years. Before they appeared, his world was only a football, a room and a friend. He also thought about what he would have if he didn't have football, and he also thought about why he would play football if it would be good to be a scientist or an astronaut after studying hard.

Young as wine, middle age as tea, if you are old, will it be as plain as water?

When the passion of struggle fades, when dreams are no match for the vulgarity and cruelty of reality, what am I living for?

But it's just a dream.

If you even give up your dreams when you are alone, then what faith do you have in this world?

Fortunately, he did not live up to his youth, he met Sima Hao, met Gong Jizun, and met a lot of people who love football as much as himself, even if he is tired, even if he is far away, as long as he is in the same city, he will not give up every opportunity to play football together on the weekend, rain or shine.

Sweat, shouts, and the green field crossed by the arc and the smiling face, happiness, it's as simple as that. A photo freezes the moment when Ouyang Qingfeng breaks through with the ball, and the picture freezes the moment when Ouyang Qingfeng successfully grabbed a point in front of the door, shutter, shutter, or shutter.

Ximen Xinyue stood on the stone seat of the Youth Palace, showing a smile.

When he was resting, Ouyang Qingfeng also saw Ximen Xinyue standing on the stone seat, she smiled at him, Ouyang picked up a bottle of water and walked to her side, "Drink some water." ”

"Thank you!"

"Why are you here?" Ouyang Qingfeng put his hands on his waist and looked at Ximen Xinyue and asked.

"In the afternoon, the game of the Noble Academy in City A is near here, and I just came here to take some photos after watching the game, but I didn't expect you to be here. ”

"It's a coincidence. ”

"Yes!"

Ninety minutes of short life covers a long life, and thousands of square meters of grass swallow up the bumpy life. In the world of football competition, there has never been a stop and a towel, and Gong Jizun organized these people to launch an offensive bombardment against Sima Hao and their team again and again. Several coaches withdrew to the backfield and stuck to the back line, barely making Gong Jizun's offense useless, and Sima Hao also gave full play to his physical fitness and ball skills, broke through with the ball all the way, and was intercepted by Gong Jizun when he was about to kick the goal.

"Sima Hao, you know such a character as Gong Jizun. ”

"yes!"

"Why do you play so well, but you never perform on the school team?" Ximen Xinyue suddenly turned her head to Ouyang Qingfeng beside her and looked at him puzzled.

Ouyang Qingfeng smiled and was silent for a while, then slowly spoke, and said, "I don't know, maybe the dead bald head has a special opinion on me!"

"Oh, if you say that, the coach is not afraid of me suing you. ”

"No, I know you're joking with me, I didn't say anything just now! Ouyang Qingfeng suddenly became very flattering, which made Xinyue amused for a while.

"Haha, I'm afraid!" Xin Yue smiled happily, Ouyang Qingfeng didn't expect this national school flower to be so approachable, didn't they all say that school flowers were cold?

"Afraid!

"By the way, you didn't tell me, how did you, Sima Hao, and Gong Jizun meet. ”

"Want to know?"

"Hmm. ”

"Well, I'll tell you ......"

She stared at his face, and slowly walked into the story from the expression on his face.