Tomorrow is the weekend, and the day after tomorrow is Sunday. We need to prepare for the football match with the Japanese.

After dinner, Wu Fan contacted the football players on the school team.

The football team of Qingbei Noble School is quite good at making a move. It is the top eight teams of the Dragon Clan Middle School Professional League. There are several star players supporting the scenes. Many players of the Dragon Super League come from Qingbei Noble School.

Wu Fan went directly to the school's football field.

The football field is a dedicated competition venue, 110 meters long and about 90 meters wide. The turf is neatly trimmed, making it very comfortable to play football on it.

There were many students playing football there, and there was a circle of students watching the fun around.

The blue team is divided into two pairs of blue and green teams. Obviously, the blue team is stronger.

"Turn him, shudder him, pass him..."

A man in his 30s next to him was shouting there, Feng Guangdong, the school's deputy head coach of the football team.

A strong and not tall student from the Blue Team, flexibly walked through the two students with a football and shot.

The football drew a beautiful arc and entered the blind spot of the goal.

"Wang Feng, Wang Feng, Wang Feng..."

The classmates on the sidelines cheered, and many girls were excited, with gorillas all over their eyes.

This boy named Wang Feng is the main striker of the school team and the absolute main force of the entire team!

………

"Defend him, guard him..."

Deputy head coach Feng Guangdong shouted there.

A Green Team classmate drove the ball quickly and rushed into the hinterland of the opponent's penalty area. Just as he was about to take a kick, a tall figure in a blue uniform appeared in front of him, blocking his way, blocking his shooting route, stretching out his right foot like lightning, and poking it gently, the football could fly out...

"Liu Lang, Wandering, Liu Lang..."

The girls around were very excited and screamed again.

This tall boy is the absolute main defender in the school team!

One man is at the pass, and ten thousand men cannot open. It is simply a flowing natural barrier that cannot be overcome. It is difficult for ordinary strikers to break through in front of them, let alone score goals.

In a short while, the Green Team was beaten to 5:0.

At this time, Wu Fan's feet were itchy, and Wu Fan, who had no low-key genes in his bones, could not bear it anymore!

Isn’t this the time when you should show off and slap yourself in the face? Turn the tide, turn the tide, turn the building up, and fight back... The scene at this time is completely in line with all the conditions for the hero to emerge!

Bear with it!

“6:0”

“7:0”

It's so fucking bullying.

Low-key things are small, justice things are big. Since I have encountered unfair things in the world, I, Wu Fan, must not sit idly by.

"Coach Feng, I want to play. Please replace the Celtics forward!"

Wu Fan's body shook, and his eyes showed light. The momentum of moving forward, I hope it can impress the coach!

"Get out of here, why are you here wearing torn slippers?"

Coach Feng said angrily, wanting to push Wu Fan away.

Clinker, Wu Fan remained as motionless as a mountain.

The thin body seemed to be nailed to the ground.

Coach Feng frowned slightly and tried some effort to go up.

Wu Fan remained unmoved.

"The lower plate is quite stable, but what does this mean? As a forward, you need speed, dribbling, accurate footwork, and excellent predictions. What will you do?"

Coach Feng smiled at Wu Fan, with some contempt in his smile, pulled out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and ignored Wu Fan!

"Brush!"

Coach Feng was leisurely smoking a cigarette, observing the situation on the field.

Suddenly, three slippers flashed in front of your eyes, the cigarette was still in your mouth, and the sparks on the cigarette's head had been extinguished.

Coach Feng raised his head angrily and looked at who the other party was.

It was this lazy young man who wore a torn flip flops.

How did he do it?

Three kicks flew in an instant, absolutely within 0:5 seconds.

Not only is it fast, but the accuracy is too high. The cigarette butts were extinguished, but the cigarette held in his mouth was safe and sound, and even Coach Feng himself did not feel it.

If it weren't for the shadow of foot flying by in front of him, he would have thought it was blown out by the wind.

"You really know how to play football?"

Coach Feng was stunned by this amazing footwork. Not only did he not get angry, he also asked.

"Haha, no!"

Wu Fan gave honest explanation.

Coach Feng has the urge to vomit blood.

"Fuck, you can't play football, are you here to enjoy me? Get out of here, I'm so upset!"

Tomorrow is a friendly match with the Japanese football team. Coach Feng is worried about how to deal with it. Just now, Wu Fan's footwork made his eyes lit up. Wu Fan's word "No" made his heart fall to the bottom again, and he had the urge to vomit blood.

"But I want to give it a try, can you give me a chance?"

Wu Fan's words also seemed extremely sincere.

"The game the day after tomorrow. You just want to learn football when you step on horseback. Do you think you are Maradona, born for football, so you just kicked you just now. I slapped you to death. Today I am in a good mood and give you five minutes. If you don't work, get out of here. If you say a little bit of a word to me, I'm not polite."

Coach Feng said hatefully, picked up the lighter casually, lit Xiaoyaner and started smoking again.

You are still smoking, believe it or not, I will kick you out. Of course, Wu Fan just thought about it, and then he would say respectfully: "Thank you, thank you, thank you... Hehe, I will work hard and will definitely live up to your high expectations."

Green's forward Liu Wenjie was replaced.

Liu Wenjie sat on the ground in great depression and said to himself:

"Mad, I've replaced me before I even made a ball, and replaced me with this guy. I collapsed a pair of slippers to play football. The coach isn't sick, right?"

Liu Wenjie was unwilling to accept it and had no choice. He knew Coach Feng’s temper, and no one could change the decisions he made.

At this time, the Blue Side scored another goal.

“8:0”

All the players on the court instantly petrified, why did they change into such a **?

"Oh, isn't this the guy who was chanting for review during the flag-lowering ceremony today?"

"So it's Wu Zhazha. I heard that he played basketball well!"

"Basketball is easy to play, soccer is played by feet, soccer is played by 11 people!"

The players on the court said everything.

Whether it is your own players or the other player, they are full of hostility towards Wu Fan.

“Beebeep!”

The referee's whistle sounded and the green side kicked off.

A Green player passed the ball to the rear guard.

Wu Fan asked for the ball and shouted loudly that the defender passed the ball to him.

No one paid attention to him, and several defenders were lying down there.

Suddenly a figure flashed, and the opponent's forward Wang Feng arrived, easily and happily broke the ball under the defender of the Green Party, and quickly drove the ball into the rush. After the Green Party's defender reacted, he desperately chased him from behind.

In three seconds, Wang Feng had already reached the opponent's penalty area.

Then I didn't rush to shoot.

Instead, he turned his eyes to the audience around him, raised his hands, waiting for the look of thousands of people to worship.

I gently asked about my right foot and raised a beautiful arc.

The football was hanging straight at the dead corner of the green square goal, and the green square goalkeeper looked at the ball and sighed and closed his eyes.

Wang Feng looked up at the sky at 452 degrees, and a group of crows flew by, quack!

Unlucky, why isn't he a magpies? It casts a shadow on this goal!

So what? Just be beautiful!

Wang Fengjie's pretending is not perfect enough.
To be continued...