The ball head is the most important position in Cuju, and he is responsible for the overall situation in the fight. Changle Society has always been the main focus of Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong. Even if someone occasionally replaces him, he is also a veteran like Zhang Yuannan and Du Daiyue, who is superb and calm. No one is qualified for Chu Minghui and Guo Zi'an.

Now, at such an important time, is Zhang Liantang crazy to let a new player who plays for the first time be the ball head? Of course, this new player actually agreed, and it's crazy.

"Brother Liantang, you...you..." Guo Zian didn't know what to say, and he couldn't say bad words to Zhang Liantang.

Chu Minghui hesitated for a moment.

"Brother Liantang, I know Sanshilang is very good... He performed very well on the first time he was on the court... and assisted many times to clear the squad..." He said, "But the ball head..."

Zhang Liantang smiled.

"No, you don't know how powerful he can." He said, untied his golden belt and was more conspicuous on the court. He walked to Xue Qing.

Maybe this is the armband. Xue Qing was about to take it without hesitation. Zhang Liantang had already reached out to wrap his hand around him and tied it on his waist. Finally, he reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't be up to you," he said.

Xue Qing said nothing, but now that things have come to this, no one else can do anything or have time to say anything.

"Don't you." Zhang Shuangtong said, ran to Xue Qing's side, and reached out to pat him, laughing, "If you lose, I'll beat you up."

Xue Qing smiled.

"Then the rest of the time you have to do only one thing." She looked at everyone and said, "Attack."

Now he started to be a commander? Guo Zi'an gritted his teeth and stared at him, what do you know...

"This is not good." A young man frowned, "They are so fierce, it's still difficult for us to defend..."

Xue Qing interrupted him.

"I'm in defense," she said.

He was so arrogant that Guo Zi'an rolled his eyes.

"You are also very fierce." Xue Qing continued, "You newcomers and new clubs have never been afraid of them. They have won several times. The fierce people are obviously you."

She pointed to the field again.

"Now three of them were injured and carried down, and we only have one..."

She pointed at Guo Zi'an.

Guo Zi'an was embarrassed and angry. What does it mean? Do you think he is a waste?

Xue Qing didn't give him a chance to speak.

“…So who do you think is more fierce?”

Before the teenagers could speak, Zhang Shuangtong clapped and clapped.

"Okay!" he shouted, "well said!"

The teenagers were stunned, and some people couldn't help laughing. Xue Qing was encouraging them. No one was ignorant. Everyone understood this verbal trick. It was just that this was done by Xue Qing, a newcomer who was thinner than them. He always felt strange. In addition, Zhang Shuangtong's exaggerated support... One person laughed out loud, and the others couldn't help laughing, and then the laughter became louder and louder and more and more refreshing.

The previous uneasiness and depression were also swept away by laughter.

"Let's go." Zhang Liantang said, but did not move, but looked at Xue Qing.

Now she is the head of the ball. Xue Qing did not speak and ran steadily into the field as before, and the other teenagers followed without hesitation.

Looking at their backs, Guo Zian was a little annoyed and a little sad. He lowered his head and looked at his injured leg... Why did he hurt him? Is it really because he was too stupid? He was even worse than Xue Qing, a little bastard...

Looking at the Changle Society boy who was on stage, Liu Chunyang subconsciously fell on the newcomer Sanshilang, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

After a replacement, Zhang Liantang actually gave the ball head to this kid.

It turned out that just as they actually hired veterans in the name of a famous teacher, is the killer move of Changle Society the sudden emergence of this newcomer?

The timeout was once again due to injury, but the teenagers who were playing again were not afraid at all, but became more fierce. They were faster and had no chance to play football skills. They rushed around and screamed, which made the people around them even more excited.

"..Crash him!"

“…Run!”

"Pass!"

Even the girls who originally thought they were bored to beat the game were infected and abandoned their reserve and shouted loudly. The vendors were still surrounded by the little girls and servants, but everyone was no longer busy selecting goods but nervously paying attention to the venue.

All the teenagers were like calves, running wildly when they got the ball, and chasing wildly when they didn't. You bumped into me and blocked the ball, and the ball flew around the air under your feet.

As long as they get the ball, the young men in Changle Club will move forward regardless of the matter, and the young men who are chasing them in front of them will always be disturbed by Xue Qing who suddenly rushed out.

You chase me and intercept me and stop you and hit me. There are chaotic figures on the court, shouting outside the court is shocking, there are not many people sitting in the colorful shed, most of them stand up, the men are watching with relish, and although the women are worried about the safety of the children, there is no other way except to follow the fear.

The numbers on the counting signs are constantly changing, and they are chased and bitten like a ball on Cuju field.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the end of the Cuju match was getting closer and closer. The atmosphere on the field became more and more intense. Wulingshe was still ahead, but the score was not safe enough. Liu Chunyang was very anxious. The ball rolled to his feet. He rushed to the other party's bamboo door with anger.

Just score two more goals and you can decide the outcome. Although the score difference is not satisfactory, you will win at least.

The two teenagers in Changle Club ahead were not threatening enough. They were both his people on the left and right, and the same must be true behind them.

Liu Chunyang raised his foot, but when he heard a thrill, he saw a figure shaking among the boy next to him, and then his feet became irritated...

"day!"

Liu Chunyang cursed, and the next moment his body turned into a roll, spinning, and with a thud, he flipped to the ground, looking up at the sky, and could still see the ball sliding through the air and going backwards...

There was a loud cry in my ears.

"I got the ball, hurry!"

No one came to help him and asked, the ball was stolen, and the teenagers of Wulings subconsciously chased him... When they fell down, everyone ignored it. Now the ball kept going.

Liu Chunyang lay alone on the ground, feeling a little fishy between his mouth and nose. He raised his hand and wiped it with blood.

Oh, it was bloody, Liu Chunyang jumped up and looked at the thin figure in front of him, it was him again!

He got up and rushed over and raised his fist.

He had clearly reached the man's back, but the next moment he disappeared. His fist was empty, and at the same time, the pain under his ribs, and the man turned and was overturned to the ground again.

The sight was blurred, and someone looked down, with a small face, a pointed chin and a shiny eyes.

"Don't hit people." A voice said at the same time, "Or I will hit you."

Will you hit you?

Haven't you been hit? Otherwise, why would I be lying on the ground? Liu Chunyang was furious and turned over with a kite. Before he could get up, he heard the boy shouting.
Chapter completed!