Lin Yi walked in from outside the stadium and walked straight to the half court belonging to Class 7.

"There is a person there, what is that person doing?" In the stands, countless eyes instantly focused on Lin Yi who suddenly appeared.

The entire stadium was empty at the moment, and Lin Yi suddenly appeared, leaving many people slightly stunned.

"That, that must be Lin Yi!" Someone seemed to have remembered something.

"Class 7 claims to be a fool who wants to knock down the entire audience by himself?" There was a lot of discussion in the stands, and there were different expressions in Lin Yi's eyes.

"Fang You, look at that guy on the court, Lin Yi, is he coming to argue with Yi Sicheng? I think this time, he will definitely be embarrassed." The girl next to Fang You tugged at her

clothes.

Fang You then looked over and saw Lin Yi standing in the field. His figure looked a little lonely. Standing in the field was really a bit inconsistent.

"Why is this idiot here!" Fang You was startled and frightened: "Playing football is not a fight. Does he really want to play a football match alone!"

Fang You frowned, a little confused. If this was a fight and Lin Yi beat up the entire Class 3 football team by himself, then Fang You somewhat believed that Lin Yi could do it.

But this is football!

Having brute force when playing football has no effect. The most important thing is the ability to control the football.

Fang You didn't think Lin Yi could play better than Yi Sicheng, let alone play the whole game by himself. The opponent's pass alone was enough to kill someone. After all, the stadium was so big, and you were alone.

There is no goalkeeper, so there is no way to play.

"That boy Lin Yi is actually here." Zhao Dong looked at Lin Yi in the rest area of ​​Class 7 and snorted coldly: "Just right, let him play alone later, and we all go to the court and stand next to it."

"Anyway, it's embarrassing enough. Besides, if it weren't for Lin Yi, Feng Yong wouldn't have been injured, and we wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation." Zhao Dong's eyes flickered.

Soon, the whistle sounded for the second half.

The players from Class 3 entered the field one after another, while the players from Class 7 consciously stood directly outside the boundary line of the field. No one stepped into the white line.

"Lin Yi, aren't you awesome? The second half will be left to you! Don't let us down!" Zhao Dong shouted at Lin Yi, and bursts of ridicule suddenly came from the stands behind him.

This boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth is just waiting to make a fool of himself today.

Zhao Dong's face was grim, and he had even thought about how to deal with the class teacher.

Anyway, all the responsibility should be put on Lin Yi. After all, Lin Yi will most likely be expelled from the school once the game is over.

"Don't worry, no matter what, it will be better than being kicked to seven to zero."

Lin Yi glanced at Zhao Dong lightly and spoke slowly. Although there was a distance, Zhao Dong felt that Lin Yi's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, making his face look even more ugly: "Pretend.

What the hell, I’ll see how you pretend later!”

Zhao Dong looked angry.

The referee saw that no players from Class 7 were on the field, and for a moment he didn't even know how to call the ball.

"Do you really want to kick our entire team by yourself?" Yi Sicheng looked at Lin Yi with disdain.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent. This game is an advantage for you." Lin Yi said calmly, took a few steps forward, stood in front of the football, stretched out his foot, and bumped the ball.

After two bumps, the football tilted to the side.

Seeing this scene, the players in the third class couldn't help but laugh: "Come on, a guy who can't bump the ball still plays football?"

"I think you're here to make fun of me."

"You idiots, let's throw more people away from you, Team 7."

Lin Yi looked at the football that was leaning to the side, and quickly captured in his mind the feeling of the ball when he just hit it, the feeling and power of the ball when it landed on the instep, and the angle when it finally came out.

"What is he here for? Where is the other team?" In the stands, Pider became impatient.

Watching this kind of ball already made him feel that it was a waste of time. Yi Sicheng's strength was okay, but it was far from enough to make Pider feel amazing.

"Well, this student is from Class 7. It is said that he has to play the whole game by himself." Zhang Chunshui laughed and explained to Pidel.

"Waste of time!" Pider frowned and was about to get up and leave.

He did have an idea to let Yi Sicheng join the national team as a substitute for training first.

However, just as Pider stood up, the referee on the court repeatedly confirmed that there was only one person in class seven in the second half, and finally blew the whistle to start the game.

The second half begins.

Lin also got the ball.

"Hey, don't you want to play football? Then you play. If you step on that football, do you expect it to fly to our door on its own?" A forward from the third class looked at Lin Yi stepping on the football and was not in a hurry.

, asked cheerfully.

"Retarded." Lin Yi glanced at him and uttered two words.

The striker's face darkened and he was about to speak, but found that Lin Yi, who had not moved just now, suddenly started to move.

Lin Yi took the ball and headed straight into the penalty area of ​​Class 3.

"You're a rookie like you, and you want to defeat our entire team by yourself? Stop being ridiculous. Just steal your ball, pass it out casually, and then kick it into your goal from far away."

"You don't even have a goalkeeper, how can you kick it!" The striker quickly ran towards Lin Yi, made a fierce tackle, and aimed his sole at the football Lin Yi was carrying. He was about to hit Lin Yi's ball directly.

Tackle.

However, Lin Yi suddenly tapped the bottom of the ball with his right foot, and the football flew slightly, and Lin Yi jumped directly over the forward's head.

"Rubbish."

A perfect pass!

Lin Yi didn't even look at the forward, who was still stunned. He didn't have time to get up and walked straight ahead alone.

"Damn it, that shot just now was so beautiful, it was so smooth."

In the stands, several boys who originally looked disdainful were suddenly stunned.

"Huh?" Pider, who had already stood up to leave, let out a light sigh and returned to his seat silently.

In that ball just now, what others could see was that Lin Yi smoothly passed someone with a pick ball, but Pider was different.

He found that the height at which the ball was lifted just now was simply wonderful.

Football has wind resistance during movement, so the strength, angle and even height of each kick can determine the direction of the next football.

And while at the typing machine, Pider discovered that the kid who was a little arrogant and wanted to challenge a team by himself almost landed at the same time as the football.

The control of this kind of power, even from Pider's perspective, is enough for him to face up to.

Football is an art war!

With a bit of curiosity in his eyes, Pider looked at the young man running with the ball on the field.
Chapter completed!