"You have a strong grasp of the trajectory of the ball. Is this the key to catching Cheng Ze's two balls?"
"Maybe!" Ye Huang smiled, but he didn't pay attention to this at all.
No one tells you these things when you first come out of the killer training camp, everything depends entirely on your intuition.
Before the opponent kicks off, you can judge where the ball will fall through the breath emanating from the opponent's body.
This method was very cruel, so of the group of children who entered with Ye Huang, he was the only one who survived.
Gambling on life is always at a higher level than the so-called judgment trajectory!
However, it was impossible for Ye Huang to say this to Guan Hao in front of him. After all, others might not believe this kind of thing.
"What I'm good at is changing the line. You have to be careful."
"I can catch any ball, so be careful." Ye Huang smiled and said he was not at a disadvantage.
The latter smiled, said nothing, and kicked the ball to the penalty spot.
Ye Huang connected two shots that seemed to them to be incomparable. The surrounding students burst into cheers, especially Gao Hu, who usually played with Ye Huang, and their faces were filled with excitement.
.
"Damn! He's so damn handsome. That ball was so tricky, Teacher Ye even kicked it out."
"That one is nothing, the second one is the most thrilling."
"Why is it so thrilling? It's normal." Gao Hu, who didn't understand football, turned around and asked the person next to him.
"The ball was a deflection ball. When the ball was kicked out, it had another force. After ordinary people caught it, the ball would immediately run away from their arms and they would not be able to catch it. But Teacher Ye caught it.
This ball catch is even better.”
"Actually, Cheng Ze does have a lot of talent, and his footwork as a goalkeeper is so good. No wonder he defeated South Korea and Japan in the Four Nations Tournament. It's a pity that he met Teacher Ye."
"Hey, that's it, can our teacher Ye describe it with normal people's thinking?"
"Teacher Ye is not a normal person?"
"Okay, what are you doing, Mr. Ye is mentally ill!"
"I don't!"
"Yes! Abnormal people are naturally mentally ill."
"Then it might be Superman."
The two were arguing there, but they were smiling, obviously joking on purpose.
"Guan Hao's footwork is much better than Cheng Ze's. I wonder if Teacher Ye can still catch it." Li Zheqi muttered, ignoring the bored senior next to him.
"Don't worry, junior, Teacher Ye will kill Buddha when he meets Buddha, and God when he meets god. No one can stop him. Have you forgotten that Teacher Ye knows ancient martial arts?" Gao Jian came over with his arms crossed and said with a smile.
In addition to their hard work, a large part of the reason why they won the basketball game was because Teacher Ye used his true energy to help them adjust their bodies a little bit. Even just a little bit had such a big effect.
If Emperor Ye can still do it himself, then there is no suspense about the outcome.
"Teacher Ye has never thought about using ancient martial arts to compete!" Li Zheqi said.
"How do you know?"
Gao Hu and Gao Jian asked in unison.
"Look at the lawn in front of Teacher Ye. When he caught the ball just now, Teacher Ye stepped back more than a foot. If he wants to defeat Cheng Ze with ancient martial arts, does he need to retreat?" Li Zheqi has sharp eyes. Just now, Emperor Ye
He took a step back after receiving the ball, and he could see it clearly.
Gao Hu and Ma Daha only paid attention to whether Teacher Ye won or not, and did not watch at all.
At this time, Li Zheqi mentioned it, and the two stood on tiptoe to look. From a distance, they could vaguely see that the lawn in front of Ye Huang had been completely collapsed, and a deep mark was left behind.
"***, what are you doing, Teacher Ye? Just use ancient martial arts to kill them." Gao Jian said extremely depressed.
"You just focus on damn results. In that case, what's the point?" Gao Hu cursed after slapping Gao Jian.
"Yes, for Teacher Ye, there is no challenge in using ancient martial arts. But in this case, will Teacher Ye lose?" Gao Jian began to worry again when he thought that Teacher Ye did not use ancient martial arts.
"Shut your crow mouth and just watch."
This time, Gao Hu was not the only one to speak out. A group of people around him, including Gao Jian's girlfriend, also made a collective revolt.
"Hey, I didn't say it, I didn't say it." Seeing that he had offended the public, Gao Jian quickly begged for mercy.
"Stop talking, let's start."
I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the noisy surroundings suddenly fell silent.
"Why should you be decisive? Your preparation time is too long, isn't it? I can give you so much time to think about it, but no one on the field gives you so much time."
Seeing that Guan Hao still had no intention of taking action, Ye Huang said a little depressed.
"Don't worry, I won't be so lazy on the field."
After saying that, Guan Hao took a step back and suddenly kicked off his feet.
The first ball with Cheng Ze had a much lower arc. The ball hung directly towards the blind spot of the goal post, and in the opposite direction to Cheng Ze.
"Let me see how you catch the ball!" After finishing the shot, Guan Hao stood calmly and confidently.
This ball is even trickier than Cheng Ze's. Not only is the arc very low, but there is also a line change in the air. When people notice and react, the football will often fly past the fingertips, even touching it.
Can't touch it.
But this time, Guan Hao will be disappointed again.
Ye Huang still made the same move, but this time, instead of kicking the ball out, his foot was like a wooden stick, with his toes resting on the goal post. The ball directly hit Ye Huang's feet and bounced out.
"How...how is it possible!"
Guan Hao himself couldn't believe that such a ball could be caught. Although it seemed to have the same arc as Cheng Ze, Guan Hao used his inner instep to wrap his heels deeper and the arc was wider. He had shot hundreds of such balls.
This time, no one could stop him, but now he was stopped by Ye Huang.
"The ball was played well, it can be used as your signature." Ye Huang smiled slightly, not secretly happy because he caught the ball.
Instead, he had some appreciation for Guan Hao in front of him.
Although it was a little colder, he shot really well and was decisive. He wasn't the type that used a lot of force, but his speed was extremely fast.
If it weren't for Ye Huang's strong intuition, he wouldn't have been able to guard against this ball.
"But you still guarded me." Guan Hao's face obviously looked a little lonely.
"A forward cannot score goals forever, and a goalkeeper cannot keep clean sheets forever. Are you being too harsh on yourself?" Ye Huang smiled.
"Maybe." The opponent smiled bitterly, put away the frustration on his face, picked up the bounced football and placed it at the penalty spot.
Afterwards, the two kicks were still extremely stunning, and the football-loving women around them were so excited to see them. The only regret was that they were all blocked by this weirdo, Ye Huang, without exception.
A fallen leaf ball and a banana ball were all confiscated by Ye Huang. Although it was not easy, they still failed to score.
