Glory Greenery

Chapter 1 Master?

At the end of October in 2007, the weather in Chang'an City gradually turned cold. In a field stadium in the southern suburbs of the city, two teams wearing red Manchester United and white Real Madrid were "fighting hard". year old young man.

Although the field looks dusty, the quality is very worrying, and the skills of the young players on both sides are also average, but it does not prevent the young people from exuding enthusiasm.

However, despite the hard work of the young players on both sides, the side wearing the white Real Madrid uniform was obviously less skilled. When the first half just ended, it was already two goals behind.

When the exhausted players of the two sides sat on the sidelines to rest, the red Manchester United players looked happy, discussing tactics excitedly because they were ahead.

On the side of the white Real Madrid, everyone was somewhat depressed because they were behind. Only a few people were still in the mood to speak.

"Xu Liang, when will that expert friend of yours come? We are about to lose."

The one who spoke was the goalkeeper of the white Real Madrid team, tall and thin, with a complaining expression on his face.

"That's right, Xu Liang, you didn't make up someone to lie to us just to play as a striker, did you?"

The second complainer was the white Real Madrid defender.

Xu Liang, who was complained by the two, was a short and fat boy with many freckles dotted on his fair face.

Hearing what the two teammates said, he hurriedly began to explain.

"How could it be? Yang Mo and I have been good brothers since childhood. He will never lie to me."

But after Xu Liang finished speaking, the tall and thin goalkeeper couldn't help complaining, "Even if I won't lie to you, I'm already two goals behind, so what's the point?"

"It's not me bragging. With my good brother's skills, it's absolutely easy to clean up the gang on the opposite side. Let me tell you..."

Just when Xu Liang was about to brag about his brother, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to the stadium not far away and shouted, "My brother is here."

Following Xu Liang's hand, the young men from the white Real Madrid team all turned their heads and found a figure riding a bicycle slowly approaching.

When the figure approached, everyone finally saw clearly the appearance of Xu Liang's good brother Yang Mo, who looked a bit "poor" just by looking at his appearance.

He was wearing a white and blue school uniform, with the words Daji County No. [-] Middle School written on the right chest, but the clothes were obviously worn for too long, and the words were a little pale from washing.

The hair hanging below the ears obviously hasn't been cut for a long time, and it almost covers the eyes.

Under the bad hairstyle, there was a young face with sharp edges and corners. Its appearance was not outstanding, but it was different from the neutral appearance that young people like nowadays. There was a masculine and tough temperament in the slightly dark skin.

At least 1.7 meters tall, the figure looks very strong, strong and very powerful.

When he got to the side of the court, Yang Mo casually put the rattling old bicycle on the ground. It was an antique he picked up from the scrap yard where he went to work.

"Okay my brother Yang, why are you here now!"

Seeing Xu Liang approaching with a resentful face, Yang Mo unceremoniously pushed him aside. This guy is obviously older than him by three months, and he is not ashamed to keep shouting all day. .

"Lao Huang has a lot of things to do today, why? Seeing that you are probably behind."

Looking up at the teammates around Xu Liang, Yang Mo got it right.

Xu Liang looked helpless after hearing this, "Yeah, the opponent conceded two goals in the first half, and the second half depends on you!"

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the equipment first."

Yang Mo, who has always been classmates with Xu Liang in elementary school and junior high school, has always used Xu Liang's things when playing football.

Besides, because of the family situation, it is difficult enough for him to support himself and his sister, but he has no spare money to buy these things.

Hearing Yang Mo's words, Xu Liang immediately took out a complete set of equipment from the schoolbag on the sidelines and handed it to Yang Mo who had already taken off his coat.

At this time, Yang Mo, who was only wearing a vest, showed his lean figure. Compared with Yang Mo, Xu Liang's teammate had the same figure as bean sprouts.

After changing into the white Real Madrid shirt, looking at the shorts and shin pads that Xu Liang handed over, Yang Mo waved his hand.

"I don't want these, just give me the sneakers."

Under the strange eyes of others, Yang Mo only changed his shirt and sneakers, but he was wearing a pair of washed and whitish blue school uniform trousers, looking very awkward.

"Xu Liang, can he do it?"

The tall and thin goalkeeper looked at Yang Mo, who was doing warm-up exercises with strange clothes in the distance, and asked Xu Liang in disbelief.

Hearing the tall and thin goalkeeper's words, Xu Liang's other teammates also looked over curiously.

If their wild team hadn't been for Xu Liang's constant 'investment', they wouldn't have believed so casually that such a strange guy would be a master in Xu Liang's mouth.

But Xu Liang heard everyone's words, and looked at Yang Mo warming up there, his eyes were full of confidence.

"Don't worry, my brother's skills are not comparable to ours. After a while, just pass the ball to him, and we will win today."

After all, Xu Liang is an important "investor" in the team. He has said so, and the teammates can't talk too much, but the mistrust in their eyes can't be erased.

Xu Liang didn't explain much about his teammates' reaction. Anyway, they knew Yang Mo's strength when he played.

Under the distrustful eyes of the white Real Madrid team, the second half of the field game started. Xu Liang went over to say hello to the temporary referee, and replaced Yang Mo with him.

When the Red Manchester United team saw that Xu Liang had changed, he was still a strange guy in trousers, and someone couldn't help laughing.

"Xu Liang! Where did you find such a superb product? If you want to give me money, just tell me."

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the red Manchester United team. You must know that this game was not played for nothing, and both sides made a bet.

"Du Weifeng, don't be too arrogant, it's not certain who will win!"

Xu Liang looked at Du Weifeng who was wearing Manchester United's No. 9 jersey, and his face was not very good. It was this guy who scored two goals for their team just now.

The most important thing is that this guy is still his classmate, and he is usually very difficult to deal with. This match was caused by the conflict between the two of them.

"You have a hard mouth. Let's see how you beat me."

"Wait and see!"

After the quarrel between the two ended, the second half of the game began immediately. Yang Mo, who replaced Xu Liang, stood in the midfield and prepared to kick off.

Those present were wild football fans who were not as good as amateurs, and there was no need for subtle cooperation, so Yang Mo knew that it was useless to rely on his teammates to win, and he could only rely on his personal strength.

"Flip back and give me the ball with big feet."

Completely ignoring the distrustful eyes of his thin and small teammates, Yang Mo flicked the ball away after finishing speaking, and quickly ran towards the opponent's court.

Seeing Yang Mo so recklessly rushing into the opponent's position alone, the thin teammate's distrust became more and more obvious.

But I don't know if it was because of Xu Liang's confession, or because he wanted to see Yang Mo's embarrassment. After he and his teammates behind him kicked the ball, they passed it out according to Yang Mo's confession.

Seeing the white Real Madrid team rushing towards Yang Mo after the kick-off, the red Manchester United team immediately laughed.

They looked at Yang Mo who broke into their own half alone and thought to themselves, this guy really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and you want to go through the level alone, you think you are Ronaldo.

But even though they thought this way in their hearts, they didn't want Yang Mo to take the ball comfortably. Although the players in the frontcourt didn't move, some people still came up to compete with Yang Mo for the spot.

Although the thin and small teammate passed the ball to Yang Mo, his passing skills are obviously not good enough, and his strength is obviously too much.

The midfielders of the red Manchester United team looked at the ball, which was obviously closer to him than Yang Mo, and their faces were extremely relaxed, thinking that the ball must belong to him.

But Yang Mo, who was running, looked at the ball that was about to hit the ground, but he didn't give up at all, and the speed under his feet was a little faster in an instant.
His eyes were fixed on the landing point of the football, and after judging the distance, he immediately jumped up.

And the red Manchester United team snatched the football with confidence just now, but after a while, he saw a figure suddenly appearing above his head, followed by a huge force from top to bottom, He pressed down hard on him who hadn't jumped up yet.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Yang Mo, who was jumping up against the red Manchester United player, stopped the football firmly with his chest, and took the ball towards the opponent's goal as soon as it landed.

"How is it possible! How is he so fast!"

Before the players suppressed by Yang Mo could react, Du Weifeng's voice came from one side.

One must know that Yang Mo and this defensive player were several meters away just now, but in the end, Yang Mo ran to the side of the landing point after being so skillful.

"What are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and catch up."

Another sentence from Du Weifeng made the teammates who hadn't guarded against Yang Mo finally react.

But when the player was about to catch up, seeing that he had picked up his speed and galloped away, Yang Mo pulled him seven or eight positions away, but he could only smile wryly.

"So fast, I'm chasing a hair!"

But this player couldn't catch up, but the Red Manchester United team still had three backcourt players rushing in front of Yang Mo, ready to stop Yang Mo.

Facing the first defensive player, Yang Mo, who had already picked up his speed, saw that there was a lot of space behind him. He didn't play any tricks. He directly passed the ball and used his speed to force the opponent.

Next, when facing the No.2 defender, he stepped on the football with his right foot from the inside to the outside, and swiped his left foot to the outside, changing direction with one step and swaying past the opponent.

He is already very proficient in using this simple version of cycling to surpass others, and he is almost accurate in passing this kind of football enthusiast who is not even an amateur.

After Yang Mo easily practiced the two of them, the red Manchester United team finally realized that they had obviously underestimated the guy in school uniform and trousers just now.

As for the last backcourt player standing in front of the goalkeeper, he didn't know whether he should go in or not, and stood hesitantly in the penalty area, not knowing what to do.

"Come on, don't block my view."

At this time, a shout from the goalkeeper made the player let go of his hesitation and rushed towards Yang Mo.

But in the face of the defender's obstruction, Yang Mo didn't pay attention at all. He assumed a posture of shooting with his right foot, but actually pulled the ball to the left, and it flashed out of the gap in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, when the opponent's goalkeeper was completely blocked by his teammates, Yang Mo kicked out with his left foot, and sent the football into the goal with a not-so-excellent long-range shot.

Accompanied by Xu Liang's excited shout, Yang Mo, who had just entered the field, helped the white Real Madrid win a point within a minute and a half of the second half.

However, apart from high-fiving his excited teammates, Yang Mo, who scored the goal, had a normal expression on his face.

For him, he came here to earn some extra money, so there was no excitement at all.

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