Seeing the spectators on the opposite side and behind Liangshan walking around the field one after another, Wei Jiahuang suddenly felt that the pressure behind him had dropped sharply. He turned sideways slightly and saw that behind him it was like an ebbing tide. The sea of ​​people dispersed towards a wider open space, revealing the audience.

The edges should be green as they should be.

Therefore, at the other end of the midfield line, the idle goalkeeper is no longer alone. Firstly, the idle heroes have to return to the field after scoring a goal. Secondly, many spectators still have their bags with him.

Only then did everyone notice the fourth referee standing in the middle and the sign he held above his head.

Most people are thinking: There are still four minutes left? The army is defeated like a mountain, and there are more people bullying fewer people. This time is enough for a gas-consuming Ling Xing to buy an economical package. Let’s break up!

Everyone walked back silently, or stood quietly in a daze.

A familiar sharp voice sounded: "Four minutes left! We want to win!"

Everyone immediately lost their composure: I am not the soul of the team, have you figured out the situation? Is this still the time when you are dreaming? Win a shovel! What else do you use to win now? How can you be less bloodied?

Is this something you should consider? Let’s take a step back. Even if you want to talk, you should be more realistic, okay? You can’t say something like the game is not over yet.

Ambiguous words?

He scratched his mind and looked at the seventh girl who was not far away.

Xiao Qi's eyes were moist, she gritted her teeth and refused to cry. She scratched her head and turned around and heard her murmuring: "That's enough, shit..."

The gas-guzzler must have heard it. As he was chasing the goal with his back to the back, many people wanted to turn around. Xiao Liang didn't say anything. He held the metronome of the ball and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and catch up!"

The obstacle in the middle was no longer there, and the core could be easily seen after touching it. By the way, I saw the confusion on his face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei Jiahuang did not answer, and looked curiously at the backcourt chasing after him: It stands to reason that if it is like this, why talk about winning? If it is an outsider, it will sound like ridicule, even if it is one of its own, it will be hated by others. How can it be so good?

How about gathering together for a meeting? If it's Bai Zhu, it's fine. You haven't done your own job well, so what qualifications do you have to ask others to struggle beyond their capabilities? Moreover, even if you really want to win, don't rush to start.

The ball, the ball is in the hands of your opponent! Even in a practical sense, they should be much more urgent than you.

What will be the reaction to this completely anti-humanistic chicken blood injection?

You can't move at all. There's no point in saying anything. The key is that they are waiting to take advantage of your illness to kill you, and they will definitely rush out to be slaughtered - no, you can't rush out, you have to crawl out, right? They are dozing off.

Are you just kind enough to give me pillows?

Therefore, Wei Jiahuang believes that the key point is to hold meetings.

It doesn't matter whether he should give chicken blood or not. What matters is that everyone is still listening to his lecture.

If this can be considered a combination of Bai Zhu and himself, a leader who combines charm and wisdom, the problem is that I can't think of what else to say?

If the psychological expectation is to win, and you will be planning how to get a point, then it is better not to say anything and just let nature take its course. Anyway, you can't prevent it. You can only act based on the opponent's face? Individuals take care of their own three-acre land.

Come on, don't make unnecessary promises.

Naturally, the purpose of gathering people on the spot is to unify? When is unification needed? Bai Zhu grasped this kind of opportunity very well, and Wei Jiaqiang also admitted that this was an opportunity to adjust - but? What is your goal of adjustment? If you don't say win, no one will listen.

Going in, thinking about winning? So unrealistic.

The result is not important anymore? From the final result, it is impossible to tell what Shi Shi wanted to do, because he will lose miserably.

Almost all members of the fuel-consuming Linghua team were lined up along the center line or along the arc? Wei Jiahuang seemed to have seen the arrogant and arrogant Anna Karenina team during the death match at the Fudu Sports Center.

Whatever you plan will soon be drowned in the turbulent wave launched by the gas-hungry Lingyou.

So we have to keep a close eye on him, he is destined to be small and short-lived? But seeing now? Wei Jiahuang believed that the backers would definitely do something to catch up.

Xiaoliang was going to protest to Yaozi? Yaozi pursed his lips toward the center line, signaling that he was coming.

Wei Jiahuang also said to Pa Mo, "Here he comes."

As an answer, I felt strange: "Have you really become a crazy fan chasing behind me?"

"That's not true? I'm just curious what they would do."

The supporters off the court all returned to the place where they were originally stationed - next to the bucket of water that Shit bought.

Of course Xiao Qi also left - she was supported by a sling.

Instead of sitting on the blanket, he sat on the floor with his pillow on the shoulder of the sling, fingers intertwined, but his eyes were confused, and he murmured: "What a pity."

The slinger's mouth was clumsy and he didn't know what to say, and his expression was even duller. He had not yet found a balance between the loss of being sent off and the enrichment of having a beautiful woman by his side. Losing is inevitable, and losing is definitely not happy.

, but it is a great joy to have a beautiful woman come home, so should I be sad or should I be secretly happy?

You can't cry. Even if you are sad because of the game, just touching the delicate body in your arms will bring you full happiness.

Master Yin Mo spoke: "Don't worry, although Shi Shi is stubborn, he is very measured. When it comes to making choices, he is not ambiguous at all."

Regardless of the king's identity, the surrounding supporters all rolled their eyes at him: You are telling lies, who are you trying to fool? How did he know how to make choices in his appearance just now? He was clearly kidnapping everyone to die together!

The demon girls mainly felt that it was not worth it, so they worked hard and almost won. In the end, for the self-satisfaction of the tyrant who was so happy with his success, the score was similar to that of the grassroots teams who had done nothing, that is, they did not lose by double digits.

No one insists that you win? You have surprised us enough by fighting so far. Why can't you endure hardships and be decent enough to be worthy of everyone's efforts?

Outsiders think differently, and there is only a fine line between support and disgust.

It used to be very exciting, respectable, and even inspiring. However, being greedy is a bit annoying. Do you still want to win?

Faintly, many people began to wait for the joke to be chased by the backers.

When the ball came out, the gas-guzzling Ling Wai rushed towards them like wolves and tigers. The spectators who were waiting to see the carnage realized that they had been fooled: How stupid do you have to be to believe that they still want to win? Is there such a desire to win?

The ball was kicked out from the center line and kicked out of the sideline of the half-court, which was a waste of energy, and the team sank collectively. It seems that whether it is a meeting or a chicken blood game, the real purpose is just to call on everyone to use their own flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall to maintain peace.

It’s worthy of my own hard work.

But if you want to calm down, have you ever asked someone about their gas mileage?

Xiaoliang and the others would definitely not agree, so they sharpened their knives and pointed at Zhuyang. They did not encounter any resistance along the way, and in an instant they were approaching Shidong and his remaining defeated generals.

It's better to divide the sides. Liangshan, who is clearly bullying the wild way, dare not come out to get some points and smash them in front of the door. The sling is sitting on the court with warm fragrant nephrite. The two towers at the back also lost one tower. The tallest dog is like a pig flying without dreams.

If he doesn't get up, who will be left as a gas-hungry center? What's more, he is not fighting alone.

No matter who it is, in short, they must win the points. When chasing after the back-up, they must dare to divide their troops in advance to block the outside. They must keep the ball when they waste energy.

Wei Jiahuang saw that the gas-hungry and meandering queue was hiding the odd-even routine. Several people jumped up to control the air, and several people were surrounding the goalkeeper - covering the periphery of the goalkeeper.

As for the outside of the penalty area, two killer weapons, Xiaoliang and Metronome, are waiting there.

It's a complete and utter trap.

Wei Jiahuang didn't know exactly what was said in the poop meeting, but he bet that there must be the most basic defensive strategy.

Can't you move? Although you can't move as fast as a mountain, it can prevent the door from opening, and at least it can make your death less neat.

I really didn’t expect this waste of gas - what does this mean?

It’s not surprising that the opponent will give in. Everyone can say nice things, but saying and doing are completely different things. Doing whatever you say is short-sighted, and you will be beaten by reality in both the new world and the old world. Such a double-dealer

As a clever guy, does he know what the best ending is? Whether he has the strength or not, he still has to fight for what he deserves. If the bus is arranged well, what if the draw is maintained?

They expected that the back-end pursuit would be like a beggar's game - begging for a draw. Although it doesn't mean much, it will somewhat improve the intensity of the defense.

You see, when we were fighting for points, these short guys, fat guys, and skinny monkeys were still lifeless and couldn't do anything to us, but they did work harder than before.

Next, play the bright card and ferry outside. You should send someone to seal it. Otherwise, what's the difference from just now? If you pounce, it may interfere with Team Liang's shooting. They can hit and pass. Here

There are variables, and what to do depends on the situation. There are risks, but it is worth the gamble.

However, the fact is that they don't. You order your food. They seem to be used to being shot. They don't pounce and wait inside.

It seems to be saying, cum quickly, I know you are good at it.

If I had to say it, there was actually a change. The distance between the two would-be shooters was wider than before the ball was lost, and there seemed to be a few fewer people in front of them.

To be honest, just when Shi Shi was playing chicken blood and said that he still wanted to win, the gas-guzzler Lingren sounded a little excited and felt that his passion was ignited. Although Metronome and Xiaoliang were sanctimonious in criticizing and educating their teammates not to desert, in their hearts

In fact, it feels good for a while: You are ambitious! Just wait to be shot by us!

What's the result? You gave me this?

People's hearts are very delicate. Most people watching the game are waiting to see the slaughter. When they really show that they are helpless, they start to sympathize with the supporters and chase after them.

The people watching thought so, and the people kicking were even more disgusted: It’s so boring!

However, Wei Jiahuang secretly wondered: Is this the Yeluzi version of Uncle Cen?

Of course, he is just like the utilitarian side of Uncle Cen. Uncle Cen also has a side that pays attention to the construction of homogeneity. But when it comes to winning or losing, he thinks it is simple and empty.

All means are tools used to achieve the goal. No matter how good the tool is, what is the point if it cannot achieve the goal?

If it's just about winning or losing, ideals and ambitions have to be put aside. That's what Uncle Cen did.

Shit is different. He has no ideals or ambitions. He only has winning or losing in his mind. Everything is for the final result.

Wei Jiahuang began to admire him at this point: So you really want to win? But if you don't attack, how can you win?

The door was opened by Xiao Liangshe. Although I felt good about myself, it actually messed up the rhythm. The gap was so obvious that it was difficult to be nervous.

However, Liang Shan became extremely nervous. Because of the poor shielding, he could actually see.

Before he was about to shoot out, he even took half a step forward, and the other teammates stepped forward to block it as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Although compared with himself, Liangshan was much better this time than the previous times, but it was just comparing with himself. Xiao Liang was also comparing with himself. In fact, the quality of his shots was still very high.

All Liangshan did was save the ball. The ball fell to the feet of the opponent's starting central defender. He shot the ball without stopping and hit the net neatly.

The substitute camp of the gas-hungry Lingyou team was ecstatic, with a sense of accomplishment after all the hard work. They cheered and heard the Yaozi whistle, but there was no valid gesture for a goal, and they saw the flag raised by the linesman.
To be continued...