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Chapter 325
"These reporters! They're so irresponsible! I'll ask them to reason!" Yuan Dongshuai was so angry that his nose was crooked after reading the report reprinted on XJ Meipu. He picked up his tablet like a brick and was about to rush out of the football field. , Go and settle accounts with those squatting reporters!
"Don't go!" Knowing that Yuan Dongshuai would be impatient, Yuan Xiti grabbed Yuan Dongshuai: "It's so wrong to talk too much, they are waiting for you to fall into a trap!"

Yuan Dongshuai is not a fool. After being impulsive, he thought for a while and realized that these reporters were worried that they had no serious information. They squatted here just to get first-hand information from him. The more information there is, as for whether these reporters will report truthfully according to his ideas, it is unknown: "These reporters are really scumbags, I can't let them do what they want!"

Returning the tablet to Yuan Xiti, Yuan Dongshuai went to juggle the ball angrily.

"Stinky boy, don't go, I still have something to tell you..." Yuan Xiti yelled loudly, but Yuan Dongshuai turned a deaf ear to him and walked farther and farther. In the end, Yuan Xiti stopped yelling and carried his tablet computer , Returning to the office, preparing for tomorrow's game, leaving all the training on the court to Liu Zhuang to arrange.

In the middle circle, Yuan Dongshuai is bouncing the ball. Sometimes the football is higher than Yuan Dongshuai's head, sometimes it sticks to Yuan Dongshuai's feet, sometimes it jumps to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes it flies behind him, and sometimes it flies out of his control In just 1 minute, the football landed more than a dozen times.

"Fuck!!!" The football landed again, and Yuan Dongshuai kicked it violently, causing the football to fly out of the stadium and hit the stands. The self-media reporter who was broadcasting the live broadcast on the stands jumped up and exclaimed: "Just now, the lunatic God of War was bouncing the ball absent-mindedly. He was in a very bad state and his emotions were very wrong. This big ball was just him venting his bad emotions.

If things go on like this, I'm very worried about tomorrow's competition. The No. [-] Middle School might capsize and be cut off by the Technician Academy!
By the way, please look at the No. [-] middle school goalkeeper Murthy, who is also absent-minded and frowning. It is really uneasy for him to guard the No. [-] middle school's goal. . .

After talking about the players, let's talk about gossip again. The No. [-] school team is really a mess, the coach is pimping, the players are in love, and the lunatic God of War is not a good bird, hooking up with other girls. . . "

This self-media reporter, Yuan Dongshuai, who was chattering and picking up the ball, heard his words clearly. He really wanted to roar out, but after thinking about it, he finally picked up the football and left the stands sullenly. . . . . .

The football landed, but it was still difficult to concentrate. Yuan Dongshuai pressed the football under his legs in frustration, and lay down in the middle circle, his thoughts were uncontrollable: "...Can Yutong come to see my game tomorrow? I have already I told these reporters that I like Yutong, will Yutong accept my confession? Will Yutong quit the school team? Is my confession too direct, can Yutong accept it? Should I call Yutong? Is Yutong feeling uncomfortable now? Will Yutong be scolded by his parents?..."

Loving someone can feel very fulfilling, and the world will be full of sunshine, but when liking someone becomes a burden, it will be very painful, and the sunshine will be blocked by thick dark clouds.

Above Yuan Dongshuai's head, there is such a lingering dark cloud that disperses and gathers again.

Yuan Dongshuai's condition was extremely bad, Murti's condition was also very bad, and the other players were also greatly affected. They were weak and absent-minded when playing football. As the off-court captain of No. [-] Middle School, Liu Zhuang was very worried and walked to Yuan Dongshuai's side Looking down at Yuan Dongshuai who was lying on the ground: "Madman, stand up!"

"Lie down." Yuan Dongshuai, who was in a bad mood, said domineeringly.

"I..." Liu Zhuang choked, lay down?How ugly and lazy to lie down!
I lie down for the school team!Liu Zhuang gritted his teeth, and lay down next to Yuan Dongshuai: "The school team is in a bad state, what about tomorrow's game?"

"Play how you want to play!" Yuan Dongshuai is not worried about tomorrow's game. In his opinion, the strength of the team will never drop too much overnight. The tactical level is there, it doesn't mean that it will drop!

Liu Zhuang was speechless, and really wanted to break the skull of this idiot. He was silent for a while, and said carefully, "You, do you think you can perform well tomorrow?"

"I am me, the burning beacon! I am the God of War burning with passion, and it is impossible for me to perform abnormally in tomorrow's game!" Yuan Dongshuai said nonchalantly, his attitude was extremely improper, which annoyed the serious Liu Zhuang.

Liu Zhuang couldn't help scolding: "No matter how powerful the God of War is, one day he will step down from the altar! Let's take your performance today as an example. The ball always lands on the ground. Your condition is absolutely extremely poor!"

"I..." This time it was Yuan Dongshuai's turn to be choked.

Liu Zhuang said while the iron was hot: "You are the captain of No. [-] Middle School. Your state can affect the state of all the players. Stand up and have a look. Ali Mu, Hong Baren, Zhao Nu, Murthy, Shi Tu, Meng Ding, Shariel, He Cheng, Sun Hong, Fang Zhou, Babur, Hu Nan, Xi Di, whose state is not affected by you? You have to cheer up! Otherwise, the No. [-] squadron will be disbanded!"

Liu Zhuang is not alarmist, people are scattered, the team is scattered, if Yuan Dongshuai doesn't pull himself together, the team will lose its backbone, people's hearts will deviate from each other, make plans, and the game will be lost without kicking!
Yuan Dongshuai was secretly afraid, he thought: "The city youth training team and the No. [-] middle school team won consecutive battles. I was dazzled by the victory. I didn't take the game seriously! The game will suffer! What should I do?"

"Liu Zhuang, arrange a confrontation match between the main lineup and the substitute lineup!" Yuan Dongshuai jumped up and said.

Liu Zhuang's eyes lit up, that domineering and arrogant Yuan Dongshuai is back!

He also jumped up. He always loves to be clean, so he didn't pat the dust off his body at all, and immediately blew his whistle: "Beep~! Assemble!"

Liu Zhuang worked diligently in the school team, conscientiously implemented Yuan Xiti's training plan, tried every means to help the players improve their skills, and won the support of the players. After he whistled, the players trotted to the school, although they didn't want to move. Central circle collection.

"There is still half an hour of training time. In this half hour, let's have a confrontation match!" Liu Zhuang said loudly, making himself look energetic to encourage some discouraged players!
"Match?" The team members were a little confused.

"That's right, it's a confrontation match! Bring out our energy!" Yuan Dongshuai roared!
Sometimes, Yuan Dongshuai has the effect of setting the world with one word. For example, now, the players who were a little hesitant no longer hesitate, even Sharill no longer hesitates.

"Tomorrow's starting group..." Liu Zhuang began to divide into groups. Within a minute, the starting lineup and the substitute lineup were divided into two groups, standing on both sides of the field!

"What is the No. [-] school team doing?" The self-media reporters in the stands were puzzled, and the sports reporters who came from all over XJ were also puzzled.

Beep~!Liu Zhuang, as the referee, blew the whistle to start the game.

"A confrontation match? Aren't they afraid of exhausting their energy?" The reporter on the sidelines was puzzled.

How did they know that the members of No. [-] Middle School don't lack physical strength, what they lack is spirit!
At the beginning of the match, Yuan Dongshuai ran actively, yelled and yelled, let the players run, let the players concentrate, and throw away distracting thoughts!
It has to be said that Yuan Dongshuai played a leading role. His running and his roar full of positive energy gave the players a shot in the arm. The players started to sweat profusely and ran into the game!

The blood flowed, the body was warm, and the atrium gradually became hot. The match made the members of No. [-] Middle School sweep away their depressed emotions and shouted happily!
"Strike!" At the end of the match, Babur seized the opportunity and scored a very wonderful barb shot!

And when the match ended, Yuan Dongshuai asked all the players to assemble: "Call me! You must win, you must win, you must win!"

"We must win, we must win, we must win!" The roar full of enthusiasm echoed in the stadium!
"Fans and friends, the No. [-] Middle School looks good. Can they win tomorrow's game? I hope this is not a flashback, dying..." In the stands, the self-media reporters continued to look down on the No. [-] Middle School team.

Sports reporters from all over XJ were also not optimistic about No. [-] Middle School team. They rushed to write: "What are the chances of No. [-] Middle School winning?" ", "No.[-] Middle School will be massacred! "," No. [-] Middle School lacks the victorious temperament ". . . . . .

(End of this chapter)