long live the king

In the female dormitory of sz university.

In the middle of the night, a few girls looked like night owls, curled up in their quilt, and the opened laptop was no more than ten centimeters away from the little hand that shrank out of the quilt.

Around 2006, when Korean dramas became popular in China, "I'm Sorry I Love You", "My Girl", and "Full House" all caused a wave of watching dramas on college campuses.

Especially in some sentimental love dramas, countless girls have been deceived, pear blossoms bring rain, and wash their faces with tears.

No, a girl buried her head in the quilt, sobbing and crying.

"Liu Xia, why are you crying? It's so scary at night."

"It's so touching, woo woo." The girl named Liu Xia looked at the laptop screen and choked up, "God, if you really exist, please promise me that for the rest of my life, please put her in By my side, please use this woman as comfort for the rest of my life, as long as no one provokes me again, I decide to stop here. I will run all my hatred and anger into the trash can and close my eyes quietly. God, this It's my promise to you... woo woo woo, if a Wu He treats me like this, I'd be willing to die."

This classic line immediately caused the other little girls to sigh.

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Xia Yu's bed is the lower berth of the girl who asked the question just now.

At this moment, she was lying on the bed, with her chin resting on her small hands, her face half turned, and she was staring blankly at the laptop.She heard all the words in the dormitory, but none of them floated into her mind; she even saw the content of the game being broadcast, but none of them could be reflected in her heart.Her thoughts were long gone.

Besides, she couldn't understand football games either.She is not to watch the game, but to watch people.

Since breaking up with Zhang Yang last time, or meeting by chance, she found that she would think of this boy from time to time. When she thought of this, she suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, and at the same time, an indescribable happiness filled her. her chest.

She said to herself, don't think about it, because the "Sports Weekly" and magazines that many people in the school like to read are full of photos and reports of that boy, so she subconsciously remembered it.

She found one reason after another for her flustered and indescribable feeling, and then overthrew them one by one herself——Xia Yu is a smart girl, and she just knew that she was Self-deception.

Finally able to see him!When she heard the boys and fans in the class talking about what kind of Ligue [-] match tonight, the match between Zhang Yang's team and the opponent would be broadcast live, she was so happy that she almost wanted to jump up!

Putting his chin on his little hand, he sighed softly.

I wonder if he still remembers himself?

The thought that appeared at this moment made Xia Yu dizzy.She lowered her head abruptly and covered her face with her hands, for fear that others would notice her.

No!No, I won't remember myself anymore, I just met by chance.

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The girl on the upper bunk is named Tang Sai'er, and she has the same name as the female leader of the rebellion in the Ming Dynasty, but she is not the kind of aggressive woman who fights and kills. She is a very young girl who was poisoned by Aunt Qingyao. deep.

"Ah, Xia Yu, are you watching a football game?" Tang Sai'er exclaimed when he poked his head out from the upper bunk and saw that Xia Yu's laptop actually had a football game on it.

Xia Yu, who was sinking into her own world while holding her chin, didn't hear it, so naturally she didn't answer.

"Xia Yu, when did you start chasing these football stars?" She remembered that a few days ago, she seemed to have bought a poster of a football star in her lower berth. On the wall, Xia Yu was sleeping on her side, as if she was sleeping with her arms around the poster.

"Xia Yu, Xia Yu—"

"Ah—Sai'er, you called me?"

"It's okay, you watch the game."

"To be honest, I don't understand either." Xia Yu smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, what's going on?" The upper bunk became more energetic, something was wrong, the fire of gossip was burning, so he simply jumped off the upper bunk, sat next to Xia Yu, and interrogated him.

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Lens coach Gillo gradually frowned off the field.

As the game progressed, his right back Demon looked embarrassed on the field. He could see it clearly from below. If it wasn't for the end of the first half, he would have shouted and sent this guy away. He was called to the sidelines and reprimanded.

At this moment, Keita's long-range shot was beautifully thrown directly under Marseille goalkeeper Carraso.

Carraso got up and threw the ball directly to launch an attack. The full-back Beye who got the ball directly made a long pass from the backcourt and kicked the football to the frontcourt.

"There is still time. Marseille's offense is too impatient. They can attack the frontcourt through careful organization, so goals are more likely." Thierry criticized.

Jan Koller was in front, his bald head was the lighthouse, the ball was passed to him, the Czech 'Gao Guy' carried the central defender Gillet beside him, and ferried the football to Nasri who was on the left.

Nasri didn't rush forward with the ball, he paused and kicked the football forward.

At this moment, Zhang Yang rushed forward.

Somewhat tired and out of breath, Demon was surprised, he had to be surprised, he was tired by Zhang Yang's running without the ball, but Zhang Yang seemed to have the strength to run endlessly.

Seeing Zhang Yang rushing towards the ball, Demon quickly followed.

On the TV, Huang Jianxiang was explaining the attack to everyone: "Marseille made a long pass, Jan Kohler ferried the ball to Nasri, but Nasri didn't continue to take the ball, he gave it to Zhang Yang, he took the ball It is." Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly became eight times higher. In fact, there was no sign of threat in this attack, but Huang Jianxiang was very happy to be able to explain Zhang Yang's game for the first time, and he is now excited.

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"Be careful with his long shots." Lens center back Gillet reminded Demon who followed Zhang Yang.

Damon chased up from the side, and he planned to destroy the football before Zhang Yang shot, so he simply shoveled.

However, he completely underestimated Zhang Yang's speed. When he made a tackle, Zhang Yang pushed the ball forward, and it had already passed!

He shoveled empty!

And this flying shovel also consumed a lot of Demon's physical strength. He was half lying on the ground, and could only look up and watch Zhang Yang dribble the ball.

Seeing that Demon had lost the defense here, Lens' central defender Ji Lai rushed up to intercept.

Zhang Yang took advantage of his speed to make a time difference, dodging Demon's flying shovel, and then he caught up with the football with two steps of acceleration.

Then he stopped hesitating and didn't give the Marseille player who was rushing towards him a chance to block himself. Seeing that the ball had adjusted to a comfortable shooting position, he just swung his foot and shot!

After Zhang Yang started the game, he also tried long-range shots many times, but the quality of the long-range shots was mediocre. Therefore, when he saw his long-range shots, the head coach of the Lens team, Gillo, was relieved. The long-range shot is the same as before, and there will be no threat. The counterattack of the Marseille team is probably over.This Chinese young man has been playing for almost 45 minutes, and he is still so impatient!

However, Zhang Yang shot this kick, and the ball flew off the ground. Looking at the white light, Ji Luo's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a sense of panic, Oops!

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The goalkeeper of the Lens team, Itanje, was always staring at Zhang Yang, watching him swing his foot for a long shot, and he was ready to make a save.Judging from the previous saves, this man is very powerful, but the angle is too straight... He suspects that this is specially arranged by the opponent's head coach, knowing that he is easy to miss the ball, so he arranges more powerful long-range shots.

However, Itanje is very proud, because so far he has performed well today, even in the face of Taiwo's powerful long-range shot just now, there was no chance of giving the opponent a follow-up shot, but it was correct. Saved the ball to the bottom line.Kill this attack.

Therefore, Etanje didn't take Zhang Yang's long shot too seriously.

In his mind, the worst-case scenario is to save the ball over the baseline and give the opponent a corner kick.

Zhang Yang's long-range shot was almost full of strength, he transferred all the strength of his whole body to that right foot!

A loud bang!

The top of the foot comes into contact with the soccer ball!

Huge power transfer to the ball!

Fans in front of the TV can even hear the muffled sound of 'Peng' through advanced broadcasting technology!One can imagine how terrifying the power of this shot is!

Great power translates into speed!

In the eyes of Lens goalkeeper Itanje, No. 27 of the Marseille team had just swung his foot to shoot the ball off the ground. Then, what he saw in his eyes was a white light, rushing straight towards his eyes!

He wanted to catch the ball, but the speed of the white light was too fast. At that moment, the goalkeeper of the Lens team even thought absurdly, it couldn't be the speed of light!

Before he had time to react, the ball was already in front of him!

Football carries the wind!

The wind can be heard!

With a whizzing sound from his face, he could even feel a pain in his cheek, the wind was like a knife!

Etanje even wondered if his face would be as disfigured as if it had been hit by a rifle if it blocked the shot.

Swish!

The ball lifted the net high!

Etanje's face turned pale, he knew what the voice was!

For Zhang Yang, for the Marseille fans, this voice only means one thing, that is: Goal - start cheering!

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Marseille coach Fernandez is talking with his assistant coach Hiltney. He also thinks that the first half of the game is estimated to be [-]-[-]. Although he regrets not scoring a goal to take the lead, he has not conceded a goal. , the two sides are still on the same starting line, and it is not too bad. At this time, the two are discussing the tactics of the second half.

Fernandez saw his assistant's mouth open wide.Looking inside the field.

He also subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw that white light flashing past, and at the end of the white light was a large wave being stirred up!

The head coach of the Marseille team burst out with great enthusiasm and energy. He slammed the tactical board in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists, and raised it above his head!

The tactical discussion just now is useless!

Go tmd zero to zero!

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Vesto, the commentator of France National TV, jumped up. He threw his fist and shouted loudly, "The goal is scored! The goal is scored! It is scored! 1:0! Zhang's goal! His far goal Shoot! God! This shot is so powerful! It’s so powerful! It seems to smash the net! It smashes all the obstacles! Marseille is ahead!"

"Goal! Goal! Zhang Yang scored the goal! His long shot! It's so beautiful! The Lens goalkeeper didn't react at all! This shot is too manly! It's so powerful! Zhang Yang! It's him This season's No.14 league goal! This is a great achievement!" Huang Jianxiang was almost shouting at the top of his voice, waiting for this moment, his heart was scorched!

Beside him, He Wei was also yelling, and the two of them did not affect each other now, because the yelling at this time was not just purely explaining, it was venting!It's time to express your passion!

It's true that they are commentators, but they also have another identity like many people, which is-fans!

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