The way of football

This Saturday, all the boarding and day students have gone home. Zhang Fan still stays at the school to study. On Saturday, he will go back to his uncle’s house to practice martial arts. He plans to finish the test papers given by the teacher before leaving. Now that colleges and universities are expanding their enrollment , but the competition for the college entrance examination has become more intense. The life of high school students is worse than that of prisoners. These youthful students have to study fifteen or sixteen hours a day, and they only have one afternoon of rest on Saturdays a week.

Just after Zhang Fan finished two test papers, An Chun rushed in excitedly.An Chun stayed because of Zhang Fan. For some reason, An Chun had an indescribable fondness for this boy who didn't even reach her shoulders. She would rather be ridiculed by others than chat with Zhang Fan.An Chun couldn't sit still after finishing a test paper, either to make trouble for Zhang Fan, or to show off her singing voice in the classroom.She is a sweet annoyance to Zhang Fan.

An Chun came to Zhang Fan's seat and grabbed Zhang Fan's arm: "Go, I'll take you to watch the excitement."

"No, I haven't finished it yet, go by yourself." Zhang Fan blushed as he looked at the small snow-white hand holding his arm, and hurriedly declined. He didn't like to join in the fun, no matter what kind of fun it was.

"Let's go, let's go!" An Chun forcibly pulled Zhang Fan up, "Relax, work and rest."

Zhang Fan stood up helplessly, he still didn't remember any time he could refuse An Chun's request.

It was only when Zhang Fan came to the playground that he realized what An Chunla was doing here?A football match was going on on the playground. One team was wearing neat Argentine uniforms, while the other team’s uniforms were in disarray. There were Manchester United, Arsenal, and Germany. However, the game seemed quite formal, because Zhang Fan watched It was the first time in Zhang Fan's impression that a referee was blowing the whistle. Since the Chinese team failed to qualify for the World Cup in Germany in 06, Chinese football has fallen into a trough. Most of the students who used to play football have switched to playing basketball.

"I heard that this is a game between our school and outside of school." An Chun said excitedly. In fact, she doesn't like football very much. She is happy to be able to play with Zhang Fan.

"Why? Who organized it?" Zhang Fan asked. He was not interested in this level of competition at all. He was just surprised that there had been no students in the school kicking the whole field for a long time. Most of them were played by a dozen or so people putting on clothes.

"No one organizes it. It's these out-of-school players who come to the school to play football and compete with us. We won't let them, so they play games to decide who will use them." A boy who watched the game said.

An Chun raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "Isn't this bullying, come to our school to compete with us."

The boy heard the beauty speak, and immediately said excitedly: "Yeah, they come here every Saturday these days, so we don't have a place to play. Today, the Tianyu team came early to occupy the field, and they came to grab it. The beauty also I like football, my name is Li Moumou, which class are you in?"

An Chun ignored him, and said to Zhang Fan: "Do you think our school will win?"

"What are you winning? Those outside the school have scored two goals." The boy who had just answered the question came up to start a chat.

An Chun didn't look at him out of the corner of her eyes, and said coquettishly to Zhang Fan, "I'm asking you."

After a few glances, Zhang Fan knew that the students would not only lose, but also lose miserably, because the people outside the school were much stronger than the students, and they knocked the students aside with a light bump, and they had a certain organization in attacking. It is also relatively tacit.But looking at An Chun's eagerly looking forward to the school's students winning, Zhang Fan couldn't bear to hit her, and said, "Maybe they will lose."

As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, another goal from outside the school was scored. It was missed.

It was a fat man who scored the goal. After scoring a goal, the fat man arrogantly imitated the celebration gesture of Raul kissing the ring.

After being scored the third goal, these unorganized students became even more anxious, and the defenders rushed forward one after another to get back the score. The off-campus players liked this situation even more. They counterattacked steadily, and only 5 In less than a minute, three more goals were scored, especially the seventh goal. A tall, thin man with good skills outside the school even played around the goalkeeper, picked up the ball and headed it in.This kind of insulting goal made even Zhang Fan stand up angrily, he really wanted to go on the field to teach these football bastards outside the school, An Chun even yelled at the students watching the game.

Seeing that losing has become inevitable, the students simply gave up defense completely, and all they wanted to do was score a point to save face. As a result, this amateur football game began to approach the score of basketball, and the students' movements became bigger and bigger, frequently hitting the ball Take people to shovel together, of course, players outside the school will not suffer from this disadvantage, and they also start to shovel.Zhang Fan, who has five or six years of competition experience, knows that if the game continues like this, either someone will be injured, or a gang fight will occur.

"This game must be stopped, otherwise something will happen!" Zhang Fan said to An Chun.

An Chunzheng angrily scolded the people outside the school as stupid pigs. Even if he didn't know football, he knew that the game had changed a bit. The people who played outside the school were tall and powerful. If there was a fight, the students would definitely suffer. She asked anxiously. : "They kick like red eyes, how to stop?"

Yeah, how to stop them, who will listen to me?If they continue to play like this, something will happen. I will go up and score a few goals for the students to ease their anger. Maybe the situation will be better.Zhang Fan is still hesitating in his heart. Football used to be his source of happiness, and football has deeply hurt him. He always dreamed of himself playing football, but in reality he didn't want to hear any news about football.However, the urgent situation does not allow him to hesitate.

"An Chun, is there anyone you know here? I want to go up and kick for a while." Zhang Fan said with a firm expression on his face.

"You?" An Chun opened her eyes wide.

"I told you that I practiced in football school." Zhang Fan said lightly. The experience and hardships abroad gave this child a calm and calm character.

An Chunpu took a deep look at Zhang Fan with wide eyes, as if she wanted to dig out some secrets from him, but she was disappointed, Zhang Fan was still as calm as usual.

"I will know your secret." After An Chun finished speaking, she rushed down from the stands and shouted to the field: "Guo Xing! Guo Xing! Guo Xing, you bastard, did you hear that?"

Guo Xing was defending the fat man who had just scored a header with all his strength, but he had no time to pay attention to the shouts until another goal from outside the school, and he ran to the sidelines panting: "Cough! Beauty! What... What? Do you think so. ...do you want to end in person?"

Guo Xing is too tired to talk. He is a sophomore in high school this year. He is tall and has long hair. He lives in the same unit as An Chun. The two have known each other since they were young, and they speak freely .

"What kind of bullshit football do you guys play? You don't feel ashamed of letting those fat pigs score so many goals, but I feel ashamed too!" An Chun opened her mouth and scolded.

"Boss, now is not the time to criticize, everyone is waiting for me." Guo Xing saw that the people outside the school were already waiting for the kick-off, and he turned around and was about to run to the field.

An Chun pulled him back, "I have a classmate who has practiced football in the football school, and he wants to play for a while, you can find a way." An Chun pointed to Zhang Fan on the stage and said.

"Which? Why don't I know?" Guo Xing looked at the stage and said mockingly to himself, "Today, all the classmates from the long distance have left, and even eleven people can barely make up, otherwise how could they be so arrogant .”

"Zhang Fan! Come down." An Chun shouted loudly.

Seeing Zhang Fan who came to the sidelines, Guo Xing said with great disappointment, "It's that Wuhan University... oh... classmate... Hehe, forget it, let's talk about it at halftime, I have to talk to Let's discuss it."

An Chun knew from the expression on Guo Xing's face that he didn't think highly of Zhang Fan. The halftime break was just a euphemism, but she was afraid of hurting Zhang Fan's self-esteem and said quickly: "Don't worry, Zhang Fan, Xingxing dare not listen to me." If so, he looks good."

Zhang Fan smiled wryly and did not speak, he was already used to such gazes.

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