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Chapter 20 Pirlo's Miracle Comes
The ball on Jia Fanggang's cheek in the "boring" bounced back like a god's help, and landed bouncingly at Qin Hong's feet.

Who would have thought that this seemingly inconspicuous and lazy boy in front of him would actually have a football stunt! On the side of the "Football Club", except for the two people who had just been suffocated and fell to the ground, everyone, including "The Unique" Tu Xiaopeng, was astonished!
At this time, no one in the field noticed, on the sideline not far from here——on a bench outside the runway, a person wearing a gray smog mask was sitting leisurely. The "semi-long hair" almost covered his entire forehead, but it couldn't cover his radiant eyes, making him look so mysterious and noble.At this moment, he is silently watching the situation in the field.

In the field——

"Unique" Tu Xiaopeng and his group finally recovered from their shock, and Jia Fangang, the smiling tiger, and the other person who had been smothered got up in embarrassment.

"Boy, you dare to bore me, you're looking for death!" Jia Fang just covered his swollen cheeks with his hands, jumped to his feet and roared angrily, not daring to step forward. It turned out that he was afraid of being "bored" just now. When he saw Qin Hong standing there lazily, still stepping on the football, he might "fire" again at any time, how dare he act rashly!
Taking a deep breath, Tu Xiaopeng's sinister voice finally sounded: "Boy, your footwork is accurate enough and your energy is strong enough, but football is for competition and shooting, not for boredom..."

Looking at him lazily, Qin Hong snorted and said, "You mean, the competition just now doesn't count?"

"That's just an act between you two, of course it doesn't count." Tu Xiaopeng turned halfway, pointed to the distant goal with his hand, and said: "If you want us to leave convinced, you have to shoot the ball during the game Go into our goal, otherwise, you can't be proud."

Qin Hong smiled lazily without smiling at all: "But I only have one person, how can I play a game with you?"

"So, I've already figured out a plan for both of us," Tu Xiaopeng said with a cunning look in his eyes, "Our people are not allowed to pass the half-court, they only defend and don't attack, but you have to fight within 5 minutes." , kick the ball into the goal I guarded." He said here, pointed to the big clock hanging high on the side of the court, and said: "Now, it is exactly 6 minutes before the hour, and in 1 minute, we will It's time to start, remember...you only have 5 minutes!"

After speaking, he turned around and issued a command, and immediately ten players in black shirts quickly ran to the half court over there, and took their positions skillfully in a 5-4-1 formation.

Only then did Tu Xiaopeng wink at the remaining Jia Fangang and others, causing them to reluctantly walk outside the field. Then, while putting on big leather gloves on his hands, he walked backwards towards his goal, shouting Said: "When I stand in front of the goal, you can start. Remember, the right to serve is given to you first. As long as the ball under your feet moves, our people will take action, hehehehe..." Qin Only then did Hong know that Tu Xiaopeng was the goalkeeper.

With one-on-ten, after going through layers of defense on a solo basis, and then shooting the ball into a goal guarded by someone, it seems that this cannot be done by manpower. What's more, the opponent is likely to make a black-footed tackle from the beginning, or To stumble, to pull...

Qin Hong's mind was thinking like lightning, he thought: "Faced with his bossy unilateral provocation, what should I do? I definitely can't give up... absolutely can't!"

As he thought about it, he hesitated on how to proceed with the game. Obviously, if he shoots a long-range shot with his magic foot directly from the midfield to a goal guarded by someone five or 60 meters away, the chances of successfully breaking the goal will definitely be greatly reduced. In case the opponent's goalkeeper gets the ball , Thinking about one person grabbing the ball at the feet of eleven people in such a big stadium, the difficulty is like finding a needle in a haystack...

The hesitant expression on Qin Hong's face could be seen by everyone present, including the mysterious man wearing a smog mask sitting on the bench beside the field.

Just when the "unique" Tu Xiaopeng retreated more than 20 meters back, the mysterious man wearing a mask stood up and walked towards the field. He walked straight to the young Qin Hong, spoke Italian in a low voice, and pointed his face Jingcai greeted with a bewildered expression: "Ciao".

Qin Hong, who grew up in Rome, was suddenly taken aback when he heard this familiar greeting in Italian in a community stadium in a small city in China.

Somewhat at a loss, he looked at the mysterious man in front of him, and he quickly politely replied in Italian.

The mysterious man stood in front of Qin Hong with his back turned to the group of players in black shirts "wearing prison bottom football club" behind him.He is not very tall, but his whole body exudes a kind of majesty. He gently pulled down his mask, revealing a calm and experienced face like a commander...

"My God! Andrea——" Qin Hong couldn't control his extremely excited nerves, and shouted out in a familiar language——Italian!
The "sleeping skin" Pirlo who appeared miraculously squeezed his left eye humorously at this moment, and quickly pulled back the mask.Only Qin Hong, who was standing in front of him and was close at hand, could clearly see the face he showed just a moment ago.

And the Italian communication between them can only be understood by each other——

"You can't do it alone, it's too risky." However, with your magic foot shooting ability, you need a first-class passer, which is enough to deal with them.

"That's why you appeared," Qin Hong said, holding back the excitement in his heart, "Master, am I dreaming?"

"It's not surprising at all. I asked about your hometown and address from Machiavelli, so I'm here," Pirlo said calmly. "In addition, among those who have worn the magic toe ring, There will be a wonderful telepathy, by virtue of which, it is not too difficult for me to find you."

"You came here specially to find me?" Qin Hong asked in disbelief.

Nodding deeply, Pirlo's eyes above the mask flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "I need your help with something very important, so I have come here not far away."

"Look for me?!" Qin Hong was even more surprised. He frowned, looked at Pirlo intently, and asked with doubts on his face, "You want me...for help? I, what can I do for you? ?” While speaking, he subconsciously thought of the toe ring on his toe, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought again: “Could it be that he wants to borrow my toe ring? This…”

Thinking of this, Qin Hong's eyes became even more confused...

"It's about a team in Serie A, my old club AC Milan, and of course, there is one thing about myself, which involves a huge mine..." Pirlo said helplessly, "These two things, I We all need your help..."

"Hey, you guys have not finished chatting, look at your watch, look at your watch, there are 2 minutes left!" The unique Tu Xiaopeng's impatient shout came over, "Tell you, don't make other crooked ideas, don't dare to play Just admit defeat, what is the ink blot?"

Pirlo shook his head, pointed to his chest and said to Jing Jing: "Tell him, you need a partner, the game is fair."

Nodding with a smile in his eyes, Qin Hong looked up at Tu Xiaopeng with the blue cockscomb hairstyle in front of the distant goal and shouted: "The rules of the game can't be decided by you alone. A fair comparison," he pointed at Pirlo, who was turning around and standing next to him, and continued: "I need him to be my partner. If you agree, do as you said. If you disagree Let's single out 'mutual boredom'."

"Haha, boy, do you think two people are enough?" Tu Xiaopeng shouted arrogantly, "Just add that person, start now, there are 3 minutes left in the game!"

"If you run fast, 20 seconds is enough," Pirlo told the opportunity in a humorous tone, and whispered an unexpected "passing and shooting" plan.

After speaking, he cast a wink.

Qin Hong understood it, raised his legs and took a step, without even looking at the black-shirted players who were waiting in line, he kept his head buried and ran quickly, running a big diagonal line, straight to the baseline on the left.

"What are they going to do? Do they want to hit the ground first and then pass...or...is there any ecstasy?" Tu Xiaopeng looked at Qin Hong's running route and thought in amazement, and everyone else on the field was also confused. among...

And Qin Hong, who was running, was thinking about Pirlo's instructions just now——

(End of this chapter)