More than half a month after school started, on this day, while we were studying for self-study, our class teacher opened the door aggressively from outside and came in. I was sleeping soundly. When I was surprised, the class teacher walked up to the podium and said, "Tell everyone.
Good news. The school is organizing a football league. There are 22 classes, each class will form a team, and the top three will receive bonus points for quantitative management of the class. Are you confident?" In the end, no one ignored her.
When I heard this, I thought it was something serious, so I wanted to go back to sleep. I didn't dare to lie down anymore. I could only sit on the seat and lower my head to sleep. Then my forehead hurt? I looked up and saw a chalk head next to the table, and I understood the source of the murder weapon.
However, I really have to admire that our class teacher has been a teacher for so long and has not been in vain. The technique of this chalk tip has reached the level of hitting wherever you point it.
The head teacher pointed at me: "Wang Yue, I've already asked about it. You prefer playing football, right? You go to the playground to play football every night after dinner. I've seen it several times. I'll leave this matter to you.
Let’s fight for the top three and keep the top five.”
When I heard this, I felt a little dizzy. I looked at the teacher and asked, "This is a target. What should I do if I don't reach it?"
The class teacher thought for a while: "If you achieve it, naturally everyone will be rewarded. It will come from the class fee. Didn't each person just receive 20 yuan in class fee a few days ago? The most important thing is the quantitative management points. You give the class
Do you know how many points have been deducted? You and Xu Liang. Now there is an opportunity for you to make up for it, but you are still not happy. What happened? Class is over. Those who usually play football go to Wang Yue's place.
"Sign up. I have a meeting to hold, I'll tell you about it later." Then she opened the door and went out. As soon as she went out, the class became lively.
The little fat man pushed me: "Brother Six, it's time for you to show off your power again. Don't you really like playing football?"
I looked at the little fat man and asked: "The problem is, I like playing football so much, why am I not in a hurry to do it? Why did she set the target? Damn, she talked to me today and she even put on a smile, so that I don't have to worry about it."
comfortable."
The little fat man was happy: "You didn't know this, right? Each class has quantitative management points, which are linked to the class teacher's bonus."
I interrupted the little fat man directly: "Okay, I understand."
The little fat man replied with a smile: "Then work hard. You also like to play football anyway. Aren't you guys playing football all the time? If you follow her wishes, your life will be easier."
I said: "Well, I understand. But when will the kickoff be played? Can I skip a few classes?"
The little fat man said: "That's necessary. I'll definitely miss classes."
"Okay, let's start with this." I said.
After class, a lot of people gathered around me and they started chattering and making suggestions. They discussed who would play in which position, which uniforms to buy, and which formation to play. There was no result. I listened for a long time, and finally said: "Nothing.
No need, buy a set of team uniforms, and everyone can play however they want. Anyway, no matter what formation or not, if we play at our level, everything will be in chaos." As a result, when I said this, everyone in the class was still confused.
agreed.
From that day on, we picked up our class fees at noon and ordered team uniforms. After school in the afternoon, we went to the playground to play football. Many people were there. Every day during evening self-study, the day students went home and we went to eat. Evening self-study
We didn't have to stay in the dormitory for the first class, and the head teacher didn't tell us either.
After practicing for 3 or 4 days, the team uniforms arrived, and then the league was about to begin. First there was the opening ceremony, and all kinds of nonsense from various leaders, such as friendship first and competition second. A single-round elimination system was implemented. If you lose one game,
That's it. The top 3 in the end competed in a round robin to win 123rd place. The bottom 3 competed in a round robin to win 456th place.
Originally I thought I would be very relaxed, but I was nervous before the game started. I started playing, but I wasn’t nervous anymore. There are indeed a lot of people playing football in our class, and there are quite a few good players, mainly Brother Hao.
He acted as a defender and resolutely implemented the policy and tactical guidance I gave him, that is, when the ball is there, kick it forward without thinking about anything else. Brother Hao is very strong. Every time he catches the ball or kicks the ball, he reaches the opponent.
It's half time.
We have been winning relatively easily, and we have reached the final 6-3 game. There are so many girls in the class who become cheerleaders as soon as the game comes. During the game, I hear the girls calling my name.
, I feel like I have endless energy, well. It’s not that I really can’t use it up, but I feel like I don’t even want to walk every time I finish playing. I also feel a little proud in my heart, because I do score the most goals in the class.
There are so many people. Moreover, the atmosphere is really great during the competition. Everyone wants their class to win.
Before the start of the 6-3 competition, our class teacher made an exception and actually stopped the class to do publicity work with us: "Well done, kids. Come on, victory is right in front of you." I wanted to sleep after hearing this.
, is her last sentence, I think it should be changed, quantitative management bonus points, right in front of you, and at the same time, there is my salary...
The 6-3 game started. The opponent was from Class 13, and they played really well. We scored a goal in the first few minutes, and we kept going until the game ended with more than 10 minutes. Even our class teacher didn’t care about the image.
, shouting at the top of his voice, "Come on, come on." Moreover, it was Wang Yue who shouted, "Come on, come on." It shocked me.
Brother Hao made a blind kick in the penalty area in the backcourt. He was very powerful and flew directly to the opponent's penalty area. Their goalkeeper volleyed and kicked the ball forward. He didn't kick it well. But when the kick hit my feet, I didn't even think about it and carried the ball forward.
I ran a few steps, pushed hard, and the ball went in. I cheered. I was excited for a long time. I was more excited than getting the first place in the exam. At that time, we were all ready to take a penalty kick, because there were only a few minutes left. And,
After we scored, the smell of gunpowder on both sides became stronger.
They kicked the ball in the midfield, and after a few kicks, our team intercepted the ball. They started to tip the ball backwards, and it came to my feet. Then there was no one in front of me, so I rushed over with the ball. When I got to the penalty area,
Inside, two defenders from Class 13 came towards me. I pushed the ball to the side, and then one kid rushed towards me. I ducked to the side, and another kid bumped into me again.
It knocked me directly to the ground. I became anxious immediately and wanted to take action when I got up.
Then I heard the whistle and the referee came over and pulled me up. They gave both of them red cards and gave us a penalty kick. When they tackled me, many people in our class came over and were all anxious.
.Even the girls ran to the field. When they heard it was a penalty kick, everyone cheered.
The two men even shouted to the referee: "He flopped." After they finished speaking, they cursed at me.
As soon as I heard this, I said to the two of them without thinking: "Fuck your sister. Please be more polite."
The referee glanced at me and said, "Watch your words." Then he ignored us and went to the penalty spot.
The two men looked at me and said, "You fucking wait." After saying that, they turned around and left.
We discussed for a long time who should take the penalty kick. We should find someone with stronger strength to take the penalty kick. They excluded me, saying that I am a technical person and wanted to find a powerful person to take the penalty kick. In the end, Brother Hao came to take the penalty kick.
Penalty kick. Then, he lived up to expectations. He took a deep breath, started, took a run, and kicked the ball away with an elegant and powerful kick.
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