"Ah?" Li Yao immediately shook his head angrily and said, "Classmate, stop joking.
Luo Xuechao is too thin and can't withstand those people's little moves. If he bumps or bumps into him, he might be injured more seriously than me. It's better to say goodbye!"
"Don't worry, he can definitely do it." Ye Fan smiled.
At this time, the president of the student union and several student cadres heard the sound and came over.
"What's wrong?" The president patted Li Yao on the shoulder, "How are you doing? Can you play later?"
"I can't hold it anymore. My internal organs hurt when I try to breathe hard." Li Yao returned.
"Would you like your classmates to carry you to the infirmary?" the president asked.
"No need." Li Yao waved his hand and pointed at the skinny Luo Xuechao, "President, my classmate knows how to kick penalty kicks. Do you want to let him come on and give it a try?"
The president of the student union turned around and looked at him with a foxy look on his face: "This... this classmate doesn't seem to be in good health. Is it okay?"
"I don't know either, they both seem to be very optimistic about him."
As soon as Li Yao finished speaking, Lin Xuanyu quickly shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me! Brother Ye said he can do it, I won't express my opinion."
"Let him give it a try, maybe there will be a surprise." Ye Fan smiled lightly at the president of the student union.
The president nodded his fingers and counted the number of people. Including Luo Xuechao, there were only ten people.
Now is not the time to be picky and picky, let’s get the football team together first.
As for how the kick will look like, just leave it to fate!
"Okay, let's go."
The president of the student union sighed lowly and threw a football jersey to Luo Xuechao. Then he turned around and walked towards other team members, starting the verbal encouragement mode.
Luo Xuechao didn't want to play, but under Ye Fan's sharp eyes, he took off his clothes and put on the uniform of the School of History.
He was originally small, and his two rows of ribs were particularly conspicuous. The jersey he wore on his body looked like oversized pajamas, almost reaching his knees.
"Ye...Brother Ye, why...why do you always catch me to trick me?" Luo Xuechao stepped onto the court cautiously and looked back at Ye Fan bitterly.
"Don't worry, you can definitely do it." Ye Fan put a hand on Luo Xuechao's forehead, "You just need to get close to the ball later and shoot immediately, regardless of whether there are others around, I guarantee that no one can hurt you."
Luo Xuechao gave Ye Fan a resentful look and sighed while warming up on the sidelines.
"Beep!"
Not long after, the referee's whistle sounded, and the two teams started the second half of the showdown.
In the second half, the ball belonged to the Sports Academy.
When his teammates kicked off the ball, Sugo Aida pointed his toes and rushed towards the gate of the History College with the ball.
His speed was astonishingly fast, like a wild horse running wild. No one dared to take away its edge wherever he passed, and he had advanced more than thirty meters in the blink of an eye.
The players who made up the numbers in the School of History were like nothing, and Sugo Aida was like a passerby when he passed them.
Luo Xuechao stood in the middle, and after running two steps, he suddenly saw a tall figure rushing towards him.
That person is Sugo Aangda!
"Oh my god!"
Luo Xuechao was so frightened that he could not move.
"Coward!"
Suwu Xiangtian grinned and looked disdainfully at Luo Xuechao, who was shivering in front of him. He put more force on his feet and went a little faster.
"You trash from the History School, get out of here!"
Sugo Aangda broke through Luo Xuechao, roared and raised his foot to shoot.
The players in the School of History closed their eyes one after another, unable to bear to watch their goals being ravaged by the opponent.
The cheerleading of the sports academy's cheerleading team was shaking, and the players were even more ready to celebrate.
However, when Sugo Aangda exerted his strength, his feet suddenly became empty, and the huge momentum knocked him down, causing him to fall to the ground like a dog chewing on the mud.
"what happened!"
Suwu Xiangtian was shocked and got up in embarrassment. The football under his feet had long since disappeared.
He quickly turned around and saw the football seven or eight meters behind him, with the trembling, thin young man standing next to him.
On the side of the court, Lin Xuanyu waved his fist and shouted: "Mader, Luo Xuechao, you are so stupid, hurry up and grab the ball!"
"Oh, right, right!" Luo Xuechao quickly controlled the ball and nervously carried it a few meters.
The members of the Sports Academy reacted, and the three of them roared and rushed towards Luo Xuechao.
When Luo Xuechao saw the other party's ferocity, his legs became weak with fear, and Ye Fan's words suddenly rang in his mind.
"As long as you get close to the ball and shoot, no one can hurt you! If you stand still, you will die!"
Luo Xuechao didn't dare to stay, he just wanted to kick this hot potato away quickly.
"Fight! Brother Ye, please don't play tricks on me again, otherwise I will hate you for the rest of my life..."
Luo Xuechao exerted all his strength and volleyed the football forward.
This kick was very artistic. It flew seven or eight meters into the air and then started to fall.
Moreover, the location where he fell was still next to the players from the Sports Academy.
"Hahaha……"
The auditorium of the Sports Academy burst into deafening laughter.
The morale that the School of History had finally built up suddenly dimmed. The students who had participated in the betting slapped their heads hard and wanted to rush onto the field and kick Luo Xuechao to death.
Lin Xuanyu's eyes widened as he saw it, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Luo Xuechao, you...are you the one sent by Brother Ye to make fun of you?"
Sugo Aangda was ready to sprint and shouted loudly: "Aqiang, point the ball over here!"
"Okay!" The player named Aqiang stepped forward with a playful smile on his face and tried to intercept the ball.
However, the moment the football hit the ground, there was a sudden "bang" and a pit was made.
Immediately afterwards, the football bounced off the ground like a cannonball and rushed directly into the opposite goal.
"Whoosh!"
The ball is scored and the History School gets a point!
The scene fell silent instantly, and the entire stadium fell into a strange atmosphere.
Everyone remained motionless, and the scene seemed to be frozen.
The players of the two teams had no idea what was happening. Even the goalkeeper of the Sports Academy just felt a white shadow passing by him.
"biu, biu, biu..." The referee who reacted held up his whistle and blew it several times before blowing it, with the same look of disbelief on his face.
If the football hadn't been caught, he probably wouldn't have believed what he saw.
"This... how did this goal... go in?" Sugo Aangda's jaw dropped in shock, and he was stunned for a long time without reacting.
The team members of the Sports Academy were equally shocked. They were all stunned and their heads went blank.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The president of the student union suddenly cheered and ran towards Luo Xuechao like crazy.
The players from the School of History came to their senses, rushed towards Luo Xuechao with open arms, and excitedly threw him high into the air, as if they had already won the game.
The students in the auditorium of the School of History were tearing their necks and shouting, especially the students who had bought their school to win, as if they had been given blood, and they wanted to scream out of their throats.
The players' base camp was excited, pumping their fists and cheering loudly. Everyone's emotions were instantly aroused. The atmosphere was more lively than the Spring Festival Gala.
As the hero of this scene, Luo Xuechao felt weak all over and his head was sweating. After landing on the ground, he collapsed, and his legs were like clockwork, shaking non-stop.
"Mom, what's going on, what's going on..."
I know very well how good Luo Xuechao is at his feet.
He definitely didn't believe that he scored the goal!
"Brother Ye..."
Luo Xuechao suddenly turned his head and looked towards the base camp, and saw Ye Fan quietly giving him a thumbs up.
"It must be him, it's definitely him!"
Luo Xuechao swallowed, and an unspeakable power suddenly surged in his heart.
"Xuedi Luo, prepare to defend, the opponent is about to kick off." The president of the student union turned red, patted Luo Xuechao on the shoulder, and ran towards the midfield.
Luo Xuechao quickly followed and stood still in midfield.
Opposite me, Suwu Xiangtian's eyes were spitting fire, and he was staring at Luo Xuechao.
"Made, what kind of trick is your kid doing? How can you achieve such a powerful volley? You'd better not cheat, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, the team members suddenly kicked off and sent the football forward.
Normally, Sugo Aida is already ready to start, and he can rush into the enemy camp with the ball.
But at this time, Sugo Xiangtian was so preoccupied that he made no sprinting move at all, and watched the football "gululu" roll to Luo Xuechao's feet.
"Made, what ball are you passing?" Suwu Xiangtian was furious and rushed towards Luo Xuechao without saying a word.
"It's none of my business, it's you who is in a daze!" The team member was equally angry and shouted back.
Facing the double-teaming of two enemy forwards, Luo Xuechao was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Not knowing what he was thinking, he mustered up the strength to raise his foot and kick the ball hard.
"Bang!"
The football made a loud noise, and then turned into a cannonball again, and hit the opposite net with a "swish".
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded three seconds later, and the goal was scored again!
"Crazy, crazy!"
"Ahhhh..."
"Luo Xue is so mighty, Luo Xue is so awesome!!!"
Luo Xuechao was once again in a dazed state and was thrown into the air by his teammates.
The auditorium of the School of History was like celebrating the New Year, with firecrackers blasting, gongs and drums shaking, and morale roaring upwards.
On the other side of the sports academy, the five cheerleaders no longer danced enthusiastically, and the boys from the tou kui team were full of shock. The fans in the auditorium were like chickens in plague, all of them were in disbelief and dejected.
The situation changed suddenly in the second half. In just two minutes, the score was 8:2, and the School of History came back.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Sugo Aida's forehead was covered with mottled cold sweat, and he pressed the football hard on the tee point.
"This time we have to show our true strength and we must not make any mistakes again!" Sugo Aida told his teammates.
"...Well, okay, okay!" The team member nodded repeatedly and wiped the sweat from his face guiltily.
However, what happened next plunged Sugo Aida into despair.
Whenever his teammates serve, no matter which direction they serve, it will inexplicably reach the feet of the thin young man.
The thin young man didn't care how far away from the goal he was, he just lifted his foot and volleyed hard.
The goalkeeper didn't even have time to react, let alone save the ball, and could only watch the ball go into the net.
When the referee blew the false halftime whistle, the final score was fixed at 30 to 8!