The drawing teacher's class continued after the end of the cold joke of Zhao Ziyue, a top student. (_&&) However, the drawing teacher learned his lesson and no longer allowed the students to perform their talents. He just told a few not-so-funny jokes on the podium. She was afraid that she would be so naughty again, so she thought about this lesson.

It was a boring professional course, and the teacher said it was unclear, and the students below were drowsy. Of course, Zhao Ziyue was the one who was most devoted to sleeping. No matter what he did, Zhao Ziyue would do the best. He saw his lying desk drooling. [bsp;    At noon, Zhao Ziyue had another lunch in dire straits. After the meal, Miss Chen Luhua went to the girls' dormitory for lunch. Holding Ling Yun's hand, Zhao Ziyue wanted to talk about the pain of missing her for a few days.

Before they knew it, the two of them walked to the magnificent football field. Zhao Ziyue looked at the people who were sweating profusely on the field and found that he hadn't touched football for a long time. I wonder if he still had that kind of sense of ball.

"Do you like football? Men seem to love this kind of sport that has conquered hundreds of millions of people. I don't understand why there are people so obsessed. Is the charm of football really unparalleled?" Ling Yun asked with a pair of cute eyes.

"This is the difference between men and women. Men are destined to play an offensive role, while women are willing or not, and they become defenders. Do you know why Dutch football is so popular among fans? Because that kind of desperate attack can best stimulate men's aggressive nature, we call the Netherlands the 'uncrowned king'!"

"Is this applicable to the love scene?" Ling Yun turned her head and did not dare to look at Zhao Ziyue.

Zhao Ziyue smiled and did not answer, but just picked a place on the turf and sat down. Silly girl, of course there is no difference. Are you now playing a game with me in which I advance and you retreat?

"Do you play football very well?" Ling Yun asked the students wearing various jerseys.

"Haha, it's so good. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a football player. When I found out that there were black whistles on the court, I gave up. I just played casually from now on. I can't be considered awesome, but I must be better than them." Zhao Ziyue smiled faintly. Joke, will a guy who plays basketball with his feet not play football well?

At this time, it may be playing a friendly match. On one side is AC Milan's red and black uniforms, and on the other side is Inter Milan's blue and black uniforms. In a sharp contrast, they are really enemies. There are quite a few girls who cheer on the side. Zhao Ziyue and Ling Yun are sitting there, and there are seven or eight students who are organizing against small games. They seem to be of low level. A few extraordinary moves are really impatient, especially after scoring the goal, which is very powerful, and three other moves are overturned and pointed at the sky.

Ling Yun looked at her mouth and smiled, watching the football rolling obediently on their feet like beating notes, gradually feeling comfortable, especially the explanation of Zhao Ziyue, a soccer figure beside her, and she quickly understood the mystery.

At this time, a student wearing Real Madrid uniform came to the field. The football in front of him stopped at his feet. He looked around for a week and finally chose Zhao Ziyue in the direction, casually brought the ball to the dozen or so people who were playing in the small field, and said coldly: "Can you play together?"

Zhao Ziyue felt very interesting. No one was so begging for others. It was really not ordinary arrogance. Ling Yun smiled slightly and looked at Zhao Ziyue beside him. He was not as arrogant as you. Your face and smile were full of pride. But now it is much better, and you have changed when you arrive at school and become much easier to get along with. You are actually very charming like this.

"Sorry, we happen to be six to six." A student wearing jeans said lukewarmly, obviously he had no good impression of this guest.

"The one who adds me can reduce the number of two more people, of course it doesn't matter if three of them." The boy wearing Real Madrid jerseys is still so cold, but this time it's even more crazy.

The twelve people who were originally playing football all looked unhappy, but they didn't expect that there would be such an arrogant guy. Just when they wanted to refuse, another guy rushed here with a breath, "Add me one, add me one, just right."

Zhao Ziyue did not expect that it was the wretched brother Ma Liang. It was obvious that his thin body was very eye-catching among all the tall people, but his sincere eyes could easily win the favor of everyone. It was not as repulsive as before, but it was very welcome. Since there were just two people, the students were naturally embarrassed to refuse again.

Zhao Ziyue’s classmate Ma Liang immediately ran to him, "Owner, kill them together!"

"You go first, the new film of Takahara's Robbery!"

"Uh...no problem!"

"make a deal!"

The two stinky men laughed so slutty. Ling Yun was so heartbroken from the side.

After laughing, Ma Liang ran to the small venue first. Ling Yun covered her mouth and chuckled, "Two big perverts!"

Zhao Ziyue pushed her over to the lawn and said viciously: "I dare to laugh at my husband, and say, what should I do?" He quietly hugged his elastic small waist with his hands. Because it was jeans, it made his figure perfectly highlight, making it easier for Zhao Ziyue's animal to feel the exquisite curves.

"Bad guys, they are watching." Ling Yun hid in Zhao Ziyue's arms and whispered. Zhao Ziyue looked up and looked coldly. Sure enough, all the people stared at Ling Yun. This posture was a little tempting. Her already plump breasts became more and more perky due to the squeeze. The waist that Yingying could holds up her hips slightly because of Zhao Ziyue's hand, and a perfect S curve was created.

Ling Yun was originally a great beauty, and her seductive charm at this time added a bit of charm. Those people swallowed a saliva at the same time. Even the indifferent student wearing Real Madrid uniform also had a stunning look. Only the wretched Goma was better. Because he had sneaked into the classroom and looked straight and admired occasionally, he had developed a certain degree of immunity. Seeing a football beside him, he was playing the ball happily.

Those people were swept by Zhao Ziyue's cold eyes and immediately woke up. They started their seven-to-seven small venue competition. One person whispered to the classmates around him: "Isn't that girl a flower in the Department of Architecture?" Another person exclaimed and said strangely: "I haven't heard that Ling Yun has a boyfriend, who is that man?"

Because there were beautiful women watching the game, everyone was eager to try it out, and the guy wearing Real Madrid jersey was waiting for the kickoff with a cold look on his face. Not as expected by Zhao Ziyue, the next game was the performance time of the Real Madrid man. Although the others were not weak, he seemed pale and powerless compared to his surprisingly strongness. Ma Liang, who was responsible for defending him, was deceived by his dazzling dribbling no less than ten times.

The football was like an obedient elf at his feet. He was in the opponent's penalty area and was about torn open the defense lines between two or even three again and again. Zhao Ziyue watched him rushing left and right with interest. He leaned against Ling Yun's thigh and was still enjoying the beauty's massage.

Finally, when the score turned 7 to 1, Ma Liang sprained his foot when he was shaken down. He limped towards Zhao Ziyue, sat on the ground and gasped, and wiped his sweat carelessly and said, "Although I admit that my level is very bad, I won't be fooled like this? That guy is really not as strong as that!"

Zhao Ziyue, who was smiling brightly with sunshine, stood up and said to him depressed: "Have you seen street football?"

"I've seen it. There are a few commercials that are very good, like the trapped beast fight in the iron cage, which is very good."

"Haha, just like it. You have to read it carefully later to avoid regret."

Ling Yun looked at Zhao Ziyue walking towards the football with anticipation, while Ma Liang looked confused. Does his liking for street football have anything to do with him?

"Don't mind if I replace the person who ended just now?" Zhao Ziyue smiled brightly and gently touched the football. He saw the football rolling up along his toes, insteps, and thighs. When it reached his knees, his body leaned back slightly, and the football stopped on his bent thighs. He raised a protest smile at the brave Real Madrid man and kicked him the ball.

The rapidly rotating football fell down with a huge arc with an incredible arc, and stopped at the man's feet without a slightest. The football that was still spinning was stopped for a long time before it stopped exaggerating. Such a close shot had such a large arc that made those who saw it stunned. The guy in Real Madrid's uniform finally showed a smile and kicked the ball back to Zhao Ziyue to show that he accepted the challenge.

Zhao Ziyue put his right foot behind him and raised the ball on his left high. He raised his left foot and stopped with his instep. He then picked up the ball behind him. Zhao Ziyue did not turn around and kicked the ball on his shoulder with a beautiful heel on his left foot. When the ball slipped down, he leaned his body to the right with his right foot as the fulcrum and shot hard towards the small goal. The football rushed straight to the dead corner at an impeccable angle. All movements were completed instantly without any stagnation.

Ma Liang shook his head vigorously and asked Ling Yun, "Has he played football before?" Ling Yun thought he was saying that Zhao Ziyue was not playing well, and frowned and said, "I think he played well, and it felt very smooth. Although I don't understand football, I still think Wudao played well."

Ma Liang said dizzyly: "I'm not saying it's bad. This kind of technology is simply a master among professional players. I am also a senior fan with more than ten years of experience. The ball is not very good, but I still have this vision. The terrifying sense of the ball makes him easily control the ball. What's commendable is the precise shot and the exaggerated curve. I am indeed a master! Master!"
Chapter completed!