The ball flew past two Wulingshe teenagers like a meteor.

Zhang Shuangtong raised his foot and caught it. A young man in white shirt hit him. A scream came from all around him, but Zhang Shuangtong was not knocked down, and the ball was firmly on his feet... Just when the boy hit him, he picked up the ball and turned around. The ball passed over his head and landed steadily on the instep again.

"good!"

There were cheers around the sidelines.

To be fair, this is not very exciting. In the past, I saw Cuju playing in white, and the ball is always inseparable. However, when people are surrounded and intercepted, I can't help but make people applaud.

Before the shouts fell, the onlookers screamed again.

"Be careful!"

Many girls in the coloring shed even bit the fan, some of them widened their eyes, while others simply reached out to cover their eyes.

The situation on the field will not change because everyone looks or doesn't watch it. The two teenagers bump into Zhang Shuangtong. This time, because the distance is too close, Zhang Shuangtong did not avoid it. He staggered forward, but at the last moment the ball was kicked high by him.

A young man from Changle Society who had been waiting for a long time jumped up while running, intercepted the flying ball with his chest, and rushed forward. The young men from Wuling Society were chasing him reluctantly.

The screams on the sidelines were thunderous.

"Run! Run!"

"I'm going to score this time! I'm betting on you guys!"

They still run with the ball and get started with the ball, but the onlookers felt that it was exciting and exciting than before. It was probably the teenagers who quickly and nervously chased and blocked, and fiercely fought.

A young man rushed over from the side, and the man fell to the ground and shoveled in tricky manner. Crying sounds were heard around him. Now the screams were too mixed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the onlookers or his teammates. The young man from Changle Society who was driving the ball was also a little panicked... He never played football in such an environment.

"Jump..." someone shouted in his ear.

The young man from Changle Society who was dribbling the ball subconsciously jumped up, and the young man from Wuling Society who slipped and lost the air. The two immediately collided. The young man from Changle Society fell to the ground and rolled... Although he fell down, he was not directly shoveled to his feet, so he was not injured.

The shouts were heard all around him, and the shouting and cursing was so loud that he could not bear to hear them.

The girls in the coloring shed frowned a little, but were also a little excited... It was the first time they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but waved their hands and screamed.

Although the two fell to the ground, the ball was still rolling on the court. A young man ran firmly with the ball. Then he saw the two young men on the ground getting up without any serious injury. The game did not stop like before, and everyone was still running and chasing.

"It's this boy again!" Liu Chunyang shouted, angry, "Take him down!"

From some point on, someone always suddenly appeared, destroying the offensive battles of Wulings. At first, I thought it was nothing, after all, it was on the court, but again and again, it was him every time, which made people pay attention.

"Sanjilang... here..."

Someone shouted.

With this scream, the ball was kicked high, and it passed over the heads of two young men in Wulingshe who were about to stop it, and fell at the feet of a big Changleshe boy.

That one is Chu Minghui, Liu Chunyang recognized it as a veteran of Changle Society. They have been fighting for three years, but this newcomer... Sanshilang? What's the hell name? Is the person from Xiliang?

At this time, screams were everywhere on the sidelines, and Chu Minghui ran wildly in his sight. He was probably too many of them. He also became fierce and rushed towards the Wuling teenagers who were blocking them in front of him. The little mandarin drove away the three teenagers like a bull, and raised his foot and kicked the ball out of the bamboo gate.

Cheers thunderously.

The atmosphere also infected Chu Minghui. He raised his hand and shouted at the audience on the sidelines and shouted and responded.

The cheers were even more shocking.

A few of the men sitting in the colorful shed couldn't help but clenched their fists and shouted, "Okay, after shouting, I was a little ashamed, and it seemed like I had entered the casino and theater hall. Isn't it just a goal? The bamboo gate is not that high-hanging romantic eye, and the young man's Cuju has not been as superb as a bird, so why are he so excited to see it?

The counting signs on the side of the court change, and black and white will soon be tied.

Guo Baoer clapped his hands.

"Ha, ha." She said, looking at Liu Wuer sitting beside her, "It seems that Miss Liu, you are about to have a good time."

Liu Wuer smiled.

"It's still early." She said, shaking the fan and the clouds were calm and gentle.

Guo Baoer curled his lips and looked at the court. With the cheers on the sidelines, the game on the court began again.

Liu Chunyang spat and looked at the Changle Society boy who was waving and smiling, his eyes fell on the quiet boy who was always standing on the edge... It wasn't that he was standing in the corner on purpose, that was his position.

"Kill that... Sanshilang." Liu Chunyang said to the young men around him.

The teenagers nodded and dispersed.

………

"Ahhhh, Ziqingzi Qingziqing got the ball..."

Zhang Nian, who was standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists and stomped his feet and shouted with a thick neck, which made the people around him feel a little embarrassed.

"...you will get the ball as long as you are on the court." The companions comforted, "Your Ziqing is not special."

Zhang Nian ignored it.

"Those who can play are special!" He said, staring at Xue Qing on the court without blinking, and suddenly opened his mouth and screamed, which scared the people around him.

"Be careful!" Zhang Nian shouted, clenching his fists.

...The running boys were surrounded by white shirt and green pants in front of Xue Qing, and the boy behind him even raised his feet...

The audience on the side of the coloring shed could see clearly and scream.

...A bang...

The man fell to the ground and screamed.

The timid girl looked through her fingers and saw the surrounded boy standing still on the spot, while the Wuling boy who was sliding up and lifting his feet fell to the ground... His feet were shoveled on the ball, not on other people's legs.

.... The ball seemed to be bounced out, and Zhang Shuangtong was running by, fighting on his shoulders, and the ball landed forward and the person rushed forward.

"...Damn it, you still run away if you hurt someone..." Liu Chunyang cursed anxiously.

But Zhang Shuangtong ran too fast, and the others couldn't help but follow. There was no ball here and there was no attention. In the blink of an eye, everyone ran away, leaving only the boy lying on the ground holding his legs and wailing.

Liu Chunyang had no choice but to lead the teenagers to continue chasing and blocking them.

"...You are blind, where are you kicking..." He passed by the falling boy and cursed angrily.

The boy hugged his legs and his feet and his face turned pale. It was strange that he was clearly kicking his legs, but he didn't know why it turned into a ball. And the ball didn't have that much strength, and it actually hit his legs and broke...

Everyone around him ran away, and only he was left lying alone. No one could care about him for the time being. Fortunately, Zhang Shuangtong's ball was finally stopped and he did not kick into the door... After the matter was over, the boy was carried down. The doctor waiting on the sidelines stepped forward to check and signaled to make a substitution.

This made Liu Chunyang curse again, and he actually hurt another one. Could it be that the words he said before were unlucky?

.....It is to compare people, we are more and more, and we are the ones who win in the end...

But the key point is that his people are still falling, but the other party's people are not.

It's not OK to fall like this.

"That Sanshilang, there is something wrong." A young man suddenly said.

Liu Chunyang's almond eyes flashed, yes, so, the three people who fell were all injured because they met this Sanshilang... there were no such many coincidences.

This kid...

Liu Chunyang looked at the young men of Changle Society gathered there, and the three-time man was slim and squeezed into it and disappeared in a trance.

"Substitution." He waved his hand and signaled with hatred, "We must win this game."

Otherwise, it would be a joke if they injured so many people, not to mention that the prefect was watching it personally.

The teenagers naturally understood that they looked solemnly and raised their feet to go on stage.

Liu Chunyang paused for a moment.

"Be careful of that, Sanshiro." He said.

It took only a moment, and from killing that Sanshiro to being careful... This change was huge enough, and the teenagers looked at each other and felt a little throbbing in their hearts.

On the other side, Zhang Liantang looked solemnly at the teenagers who looked excited.

"We must win this game," he said.

If Wulingshe is coming fiercely this time, if you cannot win, the young people in Changleshe will be hit, and it will be even more difficult to argue with Wulingshe in the future.

The teenagers' expressions at this time were no longer as firm as before... Although no one was hurt anymore, they worked too hard. Can they win if they continue like this?

"I want to change people." Zhang Liantang continued.

Guo Zian and the others, standing aside, both took a step forward.

"I'm fine..." Guo Zian also shouted.

But Zhang Liantang looked at Xue Qing.

"Sanjiro." He said, "From now on, you can make the ball head for me."

Yi... Everyone present was stunned and turned to look at Xue Qing standing behind.
Chapter completed!