In 2005, Dongguantun Middle School

On this day, the wind is light and the sun is shining. Hundreds of teachers and students gathered around the playground to watch the third and fifth classes challenge the school football team.

Many students were enthusiastic and excited to watch, and some female students shouted passionately, and their faces were red with excitement.

On the football field, a sunny and handsome teenager ran and jumped with a football, leaving a free and easy figure like a whirlwind. No matter how tight the opponent's defense is, he can always kick the football into the opponent's net from an incredible angle and a very handsome corner. As a result, the current score is 5:2, and the fifth class of junior high school is far ahead of the school football team.

With the last minute of the game remaining, the players of both sides entered the most tense moment of contention. The outcome of the victory or defeat is difficult to change, and the teachers and students who can watch it are still looking forward to the final outcome.

"Pass the ball!" Murong Jiu let out a shout at his classmates in the distance.

If the football returns to Murong Jiu's feet again, according to his accurate shooting skills, the school football team will definitely lose miserably. In order to save face, the players of the two football teams quickly clinged to Murong Jiu.

"The ball is coming, and then" The football spun and flew towards Murong Jiu under the impact of the force.

Murong Jiu stared up at the football, quickly estimating its whereabouts in his heart, his running speed was fast or slow, and his posture was flexible and sharp. Suddenly, he let out a faint muffled grunt as he ran, and a member of the school's soccer team slammed his elbow into his chest, casting two cold eyes on him.

Threat?

Murong Jiu scoffed at this, his big eyes rolled and he ignored it directly. The speed suddenly accelerated, he quickly left the two of them, his right foot raised and fell, and the round football obediently fell at his feet, turning his body, he took the football, and walked away as fast as a piece of dust.

The soccer ball playfully jumps in front of its feet, giving the impression that it can bounce away at any moment, but as if there is an invisible thread that tugs at its nerves.

The football is at Murong Jiu's feet again! The teachers and students watching all fell silent, and the cheerful beating football seemed to be endowed with a wordless life, and they were looking forward to Murong Jiu showing his strength again.

The two beautiful girls in the third and fifth classes of junior high school were extremely happy in their hearts, their ninth brother was so good, and they also had a lot of face, which of course showed that they knew their brother wisely.

With annoyance pressed in their hearts, the two members of the football team quickly chased after Murong Jiu with thumping steps.

In front of Murong Jiu, the other two members of the opposing party intercepted like tigers.

The four of them flanked Murong Jiu, and he was in huge trouble.

The second hand of the clock clicked and rotated, and in this short end time, the members of the football team had no scruples at all, and the four people who attacked Murong Jiu went on a rampage, and the four powerful feet kicked out repeatedly, not caring whether it was a football or a human leg.

The sound of gasping was faintly heard, Murong Jiu's heart was full of evil fire, Ya's foul, Ya's can't afford to lose!

The sound of howling suddenly sounded, startling the two members of the football team, and the two of them then became fierce in their hearts, raised their right feet and kicked Murong Jiu fiercely. However, they kicked both feet into the air, and Murong Jiu slid out like a loach on their left.

How could it be, Murong Jiu was clearly on the right side! The two team members who had lost their feet were suddenly surprised at the same time.

"Ha Luha, our spring is coming!"

Murong Jiu, who was upset by the four random kicks and came out in an instant, let out an excited laugh. Hmph, what about fouls, your ninth brother will still dump you!

"It's the other way around!" An Ran and Yu Chen waved their arms, shouting regardless of the image of a lady, and their penetrating female voices spread throughout the playground and sounded in Murong Jiu's ears.

It's really silly sister Murong Jiu laughed in her heart, and her feet took turns to bring the football, and the wind swept forward. There was not much time left in the last minute, and he grabbed the soccer ball with his two feet as he rushed forward at high speed, and flung it off from behind.

360 degrees of rotation! When the flying football fell, Murong Jiu jumped up quickly, his body spun in a circle in the void, he decisively kicked out his right foot, and kicked the football far away with a bang.

It was the best kick he'd ever made.

This kick was the strongest kick he made when he was angry with the other party.

This pose is the most handsome he has ever played.

This arc is also the most beautiful of his shots.

The entire playground fell silent, and many students watched stupidly as the football flew towards the goal.

The goalkeeper bared his teeth and pounced angrily at the incoming ball. However, the football whizzed a foot in front of his hand

entered, the football rushed into the goal at an unstoppable speed in the last time, and the next second, the bell for the end of class suddenly rang.

"Ha Lu Ha, scoring goals is so simple! Running with the wind, freedom is the direction, dare to love, dare to do, brave and break through, even if you encounter a big risk (song "Run") Ha Luha, six to two, complete victory!"

Murong Jiu ran on the playground like a child, singing and dancing complacently. However, the teachers and students watching seemed to be looking at a stupid hat.

"Little four, why do you look at me like this, I feel furious in my heart? Hey, let's score another goal, be happy, Ha Luha, you see that you are so happy that you can't laugh, Ha Luha, this, why do you look at me like this?"

Murong Jiu jumped in front of Bi Sibao, patted him on the shoulder and laughed heartily, but after seeing his strange expression, Murong Jiu's laughter became smaller and smaller, and his excitement became less and less.

"Nine, what kind of ball are you kicking, the whole oolong ball, you're still laughing at a fart, I'm damn!" Bi Sibao stretched out his hand and slapped Murong Jiu's palm, and scolded angrily.

Replying from that handsome kick, the players of the third and fifth classes of the junior high school quickly rushed towards Murong Jiu, and they had the potential to dismantle him in eight pieces. The students in the same class followed Yuchen and An Ran, and also ran towards Murong Jiu. The competition was over, and some other students were also gathering towards Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu felt that his cheeks were hot, and he had worked so hard to kick the football into his own door?

"Xiao Jiu, what kind of ball are you playing?"

"Nine Sons"

Ten players in the same class, except for Murong Jiu, launched a non-verbal attack on him. Especially the goalkeeper Wang Zhengchao, who was angry and his face turned green. Damn, such a big foot drove over, I couldn't stop it!

"Ah, stop!" Murong Jiu roared with a gloomy face, Damn, isn't it just an oolong ball

Murong Jiu's gloomy face suddenly made the ten people shudder, yes, isn't it just an oolong, everyone has scored several, and there is an oolong, it's not a big deal.

"Hehe, several, I really didn't mean it, I made a mistake, I will correct it next time. Seeing that the ten people surrounding him suddenly lost their arrogance, Murong Jiu's expression immediately changed, and he admitted his mistake with a smile and apologized.

"Jiuzi, you are really careless this time"

"Xiao Jiu, you stinky feet"

Seeing that Murong Jiu's attitude softened, the ten people immediately became angry again, and you counted him down with every word.

Murong Jiu looked like he had defeated a rooster, lowered his head, and let the ten people attack him verbally.

Murong Xueyun, an aunt of Murong Jiu's family, and some teachers such as Teacher Du, the head teacher of the third and fifth classes of junior high school, also couldn't help laughing at Murong Jiu's oolong ball, but no one approached them, and the teachers knew that Murong Jiu, who had a good relationship, would not cause a big mess.

The eleven members of the school football team were completely defeated, and they still lost miserably with the result of the opponent's own goal. Eleven people walked into the distance, the playground did not belong to them now, listening to each other's laughter and scolding, they felt that their skills were inferior.

"Hey, why are you talking about our ninth brother?" An Ran and Yu Chen squeezed into the crowd, their little faces tightened, and they completely defended Murong Jiu.

Uh, the ten people who were enthusiastically criticizing all turned their eyes to look at the two girls, in fact, the ten people really couldn't say why they complained about Murong Jiu, maybe they saw him like an angry little daughter-in-law for a while, and everyone thought it was funny.

"Hehe, joke. Today we have won the fifth class, everyone is happy, we go to dinner, you have a treat. Seeing the dull atmosphere, Murong Jiu opened his mouth and smiled.

"Why us?" said Yuan Changhui in a muffled voice with wide eyes.

"Hehe, do you think that Brother Jiu and I can be willing to bear your chatter, and the price is here. An Ran, Yuchen, let's go, fried tofu, grilled chicken wings, we're coming" Murong Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth, rolled a pair of eyes, and pulled the two girls towards the cafeteria.

So Murong Jiu, who attracted the attention of the audience, so sunny and handsome Murong Jiu, would he defraud his classmates of their meal money? The ten players couldn't smile bitterly.

After this football match, Murong Jiu was well known to the teachers and students of the school, they were familiar with his sunny and handsome, and they were familiar with his handsome own goal.