"Ding! The host is provoked and the options are triggered. Please make the following choices:
Option 1: Accept the opponent's challenge and defeat the opponent. Reward: cooking ability and momentum.
Option 2: Refuse to accept the other party’s challenge and apologize. Reward: Everyone runs away.”
"Fuck!" Ye Xuan couldn't help but exclaimed.
The reward for the first option was pretty good. Ye Xuan imagined that if the reward for the second option was good, he could consider it, but he didn't expect it to make him run away.
There were so many people present. If Ye Xuan did this, he would be completely famous in Suzulan Middle School.
Zhao Long thought Ye Xuan was scolding him, and his face immediately darkened.
"Ye Xuan, you are tired of living, aren't you? How dare you scold me?"
Ye Xuan reacted. Seeing Zhao Long's angry look, he said softly: "Did I name him? Well, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Isn't it just a one-on-one challenge? I accept it."
When Zhao Long saw that Ye Xuan accepted the one-on-one challenge, a wicked smile immediately appeared on his face and he said: "Ye Xuan, in order to prevent you from even touching the ball later, I let you go first."
"No, no, no, Zhao Long, you should come first. After all, for someone as good as me, it will only take a matter of minutes to defeat you." Ye Xuan sarcastically replied.
"Okay, I don't want to hide it anymore. In fact, I am the god of football."
"hiss--"
Everyone gasped when they heard this, and then laughed "haha" after reacting.
"Ouch, I'm really laughing at this. Ye Xuan actually said that he is the god of football."
"Isn't it? Why can't Ye Xuan go to heaven by himself?"
Zhao Long laughed disdainfully, then bumped the ball with his feet and walked forward. I have to say that Zhao Long's basic skills were quite good. He turned around and stopped the ball very handsomely for a penalty kick eleven meters away from the goal.
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"Wow, Brother Long's ball-bobbing skills are really amazing." Sun Li cheered immediately.
"That's natural. Don't you know that Brother Long is very good at playing football? It is said that someone from the city team has contacted Brother Long, and Brother Long will join the city team in the future." Li Wei said.
"Tch, the city team counts as a goal. Brother Long will join the national team in the future and lead the national team to win the World Cup."
"I also think so."
Many people started bragging, almost not saying that Zhao Long would lead the national team out of the universe in the future.
With a proud look on his face, Zhao Long fixed the ball. He took two steps back, then ran up and kicked the football. The football followed a trajectory and went straight into the goal.
When Zhao Long saw that his first goal was scored, he shouted at Ye Xuan, his expression full of provocation.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Long started his second goal, which also went into the goal.
Within a few seconds, Zhao Long started his third goal, but this ball hit the goal post and flew directly out. The final result was three goals and two goals.
Those who supported Zhao Long applauded and cheered.
"Everyone, you have all seen it, I said that Brother Long is awesome, this game is a sure win."
"That's of course. Brother Long's football is second, and no one dares to say he's first."
"Hey, it's Ye Xuan's turn next. I want to see how he ends up."
Zhao Long walked towards Ye Xuan with a stern look on his face and said, "Ye Xuan, it's your turn next, but for Yiyi's sake I can let you go, but only if you admit defeat."
"Admit defeat?" Ye Xuan murmured, and then said: "Zhao Long, the word "admit defeat" is not in my dictionary. You only scored two goals. If I score three goals, won't I win?"
"Haha..." Zhao Long laughed wildly upon hearing this. This penalty kick was not that easy.
Although the goal is so big, penalty kicks are very particular. The intensity, angle, etc. must be controlled well, otherwise the goal will not be scored.
"Okay, since you are so loud, I want to see how you can beat me."
Ye Xuan turned around, picked up the football, and put it on the penalty line.
"The distance of eleven meters is not very far. As long as you pay attention, there will definitely be no problem. Come on." Ye Xuan cheered himself up in his heart.
"Axuan, come on!" Liu Yiyi shouted loudly.
"Ding! Automatically trigger the intermediate projection ability..."
"Ding! The intensity required for the current distance is being adjusted... The angle required for the current distance is being adjusted..."
"Ding! The adjustment is complete and the host can start performing."
When Ye Xuan heard the system's voice, he felt so happy. Now that he had the blessing of the system, he was full of confidence.
At this moment, Ye Xuan seemed to be a different person, with that confident smile appearing in front of everyone.
Ye Xuan backed away a meter, and soon he started running and kicked the football directly with his right foot.
The football flew forward like a cannonball, and after running for a certain distance in the air, it entered directly.
The originally noisy scene became quiet at this moment. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and everyone was dumbfounded.
"No, Ye Xuan actually scored a goal, damn!"
"Damn it! Ye Xuan scored a goal!"
When Zhao Long saw this scene, his expression suddenly became stiff. He originally believed that Ye Xuan could not score the goal, but he did not expect that the opponent made a good start.
Regardless of whether it was luck or not, Ye Xuan scored the first goal.
"Axuan, you are great, come on!" Liu Yiyi cheered happily.
Led by Liu Yiyi, some girls also cheered for Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan ignored everyone and saw him picking up the football and walking towards the midfield line under everyone's gaze.
"Damn it, what does Ye Xuan mean? Does he want to play in the midfield line?"
Someone shouted, and everyone reacted.
"Crazy, Ye Xuan is really crazy. He actually wants to take a penalty kick at the midfield line. The midfield line is about fifty meters away from the goal!"
"Holy crap, who gave him the courage? He really thinks of himself as the god of football. A penalty kick at the midfield line is really a joke."
Ye Xuan put the football on the midfield line.
"Ding! The intensity required for the current distance is being adjusted... The angle required for the current distance is being adjusted..."
Zhao Long looked at Ye Xuan at the midfield line. He sneered and said, "Ye Xuan is really showing off. A penalty kick at the midfield line. How is this possible?"
"I, Zhao Long, have been playing football for so many years. It is obvious to all that I am strong. Even I don't dare to do this. Why should he?"
"Brother Long, don't worry, Ye Xuan is just trying to please others, he will definitely lose." Sun Li said flatteringly.
"Of course, with Brother Long here, how can Ye Xuan have nothing to do with him?" Li Wei also said quickly. (To be continued)