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Chapter 93 This goal must be scored!

When the sky gradually darkened, the training field, which had been bustling and noisy all day, also became quiet. In the huge green turf, there was only a faint figure on the field, constantly patrolling back and forth.

A big dog was crawling on the sidelines, lazing in the soil with its two front paws boredly, teasing the unknown bug. Next to the big dog, Nihat was sitting on the ground boredly, while teasing Pointing his fingers, he stared at the training ground unmotivatedly.

“78，79……108，109……200！”

As the football fell into the goal accurately again, Nihat's voice suddenly increased when he counted to "200". He stood up suddenly and shouted excitedly at the field: "Ha! Two hundred! Congratulations, Little rookie, you have successfully scored two hundred goals... Uh, can we call it a day and go home?"

The game against Celta has been over for two days. In that game, Villarreal beat their opponents with six goals at the Estadio de la Région. Although they did not score, Fan Bizhuang contributed an assist and his performance was not bad. good.

However, he himself was not very satisfied. The main reason was that he didn't score in the empty goal. At that time, Fan Bizhuang had the urge to practice shooting after returning home. In the past two days, he also put it into action. With the help of the coach, shooting training was added to the training.

This is not enough. After the training, Fan Bizhuang also set himself a "course" for additional training. Of course, training alone will inevitably be boring, and he is not clear about some problems, so he simply finds someone to accompany him. practice.

As for who the sparring partner was, it was obvious that it was Nihat.Firstly, the two are friends, secondly, Nihat is the team's main striker, and his shooting skills are also good. If Fan Bizhuang encounters any problems, he can also ask them on the spot.

However, it would be a pain for Nihat. This guy is born with a restless temper. After training every day, it is an indispensable show to have a romantic night. Now he is "forced" by Fan Bizhuang to stay. So like a fly, complaining and chattering.

Fan Bizhuang set himself a small goal, which is to successfully practice [-] shots after training every day.Nihat was so excited when he saw Fan Bizhuang scoring [-] goals. This shows that today's extra training is over, and he doesn't have to stay here and count his fingers.

"Something always feels wrong."

Fan Bizhuang came back, frowning, as if he was not satisfied with today's shooting training.

In fact, Fan Bizhuang thinks that this kind of shooting practice is not very difficult. He arranges the footballs at different distances and angles, and then shoots the footballs one by one. As a result, but most of the time, he was able to accurately send the football into the goal.

After his shooting percentage improved, he increased his shooting power. After a short period of discomfort, his shooting percentage remained at a very high level.

If he just watched the practice, Fan Bizhuang felt that his shooting skills were fine, but he always felt that something was wrong. If shooting was so easy, wouldn't there be a lot of super shooters in today's football?

"I think it's already pretty good, rookie, you are the hardest-working professional player I've ever seen. You're just an avant-garde passer. It's good enough to break through and pass high-quality balls. Shooting is just incidental, with this level, enough!"

Nihat said very "seriously", he is not lying. From the perspective of training alone, Fan Bizhuang's shooting skills are indeed not bad, and most of them can hit the target. And from a different angle, shooting with such a great force, maybe the hit rate is not as good as the opponent.

But he also knows that this is just practice. In professional games, opponents will not give you the opportunity to take such a calm shot. Professional games are more intense, the rhythm is faster, and opportunities are fleeting. In such a short period of time, it is necessary to make the best response to the unexpected situation, and the requirements for the response are very high.This is actually a kind of talent. Some people are naturally suitable to be a striker, because he has a quick response and a strong ability to adapt to changes. He can always find opportunities and use various methods to complete the shot.

To put it bluntly, training and actual combat are completely different things.

Nihat guessed that this was the reason why Fan Bizhuang felt weird, but he would not say it clearly, otherwise, Fan Bizhuang might have to continue to toss, but he wanted to go back early to see the current weather. It's not too late, if you go to the bar and you're lucky, you might meet a few beautiful girls.

Fan Bizhuang nodded, and looked at Nihat's face strangely. I don't believe it.

However, Fan Bizhuang didn't delve into it, and when Nihat was almost uncomfortable being stared at, Fan Bizhuang finally spoke: "Okay, Kahe, let's stop here today, let's continue tomorrow. "

At the end, Fan Bizhuang added as if talking to himself: "Looks like I have to find a few more people to help tomorrow. If I just practice alone, the effect doesn't seem to be very obvious. It is said that actual combat is the best training. Since So, let’s go with the rhythm of the game.”

Nihat was taken aback. Obviously, although Fan Bizhuang didn't realize the most critical point, he was not far away. He was very impressed by Fan Bizhuang's intelligence, but more, it was depressed.

Amazing my brother, I didn't say anything, but you can think of ideas?If you really keep playing like this every day, then my sisters, wouldn't you want to guard the empty door alone?

Don't play like this, okay? What I want is to be with my sisters at night, not by your side!

"Okay, Kahe, you go back first, I'll clean up here before leaving."

Nihat was still thinking about words of consolation. Fan Bizhuang had already turned around. There were two footballs under his feet. on football.

The place where the two were standing at this time was at least 40 meters away from the goal. Under the dark sky, at such a distance, the goal could only be vaguely seen.

Nihat sneered, thinking that Fan Bizhuang's volley could only be in vain.

Indeed, the football did not fall into the goal, but fell into the iron bucket next to the goal post.

Wait... an iron bucket?
Nihat seemed to have thought of something, opened his mouth wide, and blinked his eyes in disbelief.

The goal... the bucket... the goal... the bucket...

Could it be that this guy didn't want to kick the ball into the goal, but kicked it into the iron bucket on purpose?This is impossible, the visibility is not high at such a long distance, if you kick the goal, I will recognize it, but that iron bucket of Nima, can the goal and the iron bucket be compared?The goal is so big, and the opening of the iron bucket is so small, I'll fuck it, it shouldn't be possible, right?
Soon, Fan Bizhuang's next action answered Nihat's doubts.

He kicked the football again, and the football drew a parabola in the air, and then landed accurately in the iron bucket 40 meters away, making a "plop~" sound.

Great my brother!

Nihat was dumbfounded, and only four words kept echoing in his mind: amazing skills!

"How did you do it? How the hell did you do it? Oh my god, I've seen Roman flip an orange with both feet, I've seen Diego flip a marble with his right foot...but you, I'm fucking real I’ve never seen it before! It’s so accurate! It’s incredible!”

Nihat roared excitedly.There is no way not to be excited, this Nima's shooting level is simply breaking through the sky!You can get in here, what the hell are you still practicing shooting, you are already a Super Saiyan, you have reached the full level, don't tease me here, you should go back to Mars!
"Is it hard? I was able to do this when I was very young. It's just kicking soda cans before, and now it's kicking football."

Fan Bizhuang looked back at Nihat strangely, recalling the scene of kicking soda cans on the street when he was a child, and shook his head slightly.

He just kicked the football into the iron bucket according to the passing action.It is better to say that it is a pass than a shot.

Nihat has always claimed to be the team's top scorer, top player, and top pretender... But now, he is convinced!

What is real pretense!
This is!
It's not difficult at all!Is this easy? !
Why don't you call the whole team up to try it out, maybe if you let them try shit, you won't be able to get a single one!
Endless pretentiousness is really deadly!
"Brother, you are my brother, I am really convinced!"

Nihat had the urge to kneel down to worship, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, he looked at Fan Bizhuang fixedly, and said: "Little rookie, now I have to say, your talent is really unparalleled !As a friend, I think I have to give you the knack of my shooting, only you can make it flourish!"

Fan Bizhuang froze for a moment, looked at the other party's extremely solemn appearance, and asked with some suspicion: "What is it?"

"You really don't need to practice shooting anymore, you've reached the full level! You only need to remember one formula, and you will be able to hit every shot!" Nihat said solemnly, "Before each shot, you only need to silently recite five shots in your heart. One word, 'This goal must be scored!', then, the ball will definitely be scored!"

"..."

Fan Bizhuang rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

"Hey, I'm serious, Fan, remember this mantra, this goal must be scored, it must be scored!"

Nihat was still yelling at Fan Bizhuang's figure again and again, but he didn't get the slightest response. Only Spring Festival looked at him with undisguised contempt in his eyes, stood up, shook his hair, and wagged his tail Walking up to him, a bubble of hot urine poured out.

"Fan, remember, you must remember... Fuck, you dead dog! Damn Chinese New Year, you pissed on my pants again! Shit!"

　PS: Chapter 2 is here!

　　Don't blame Kickball for deliberately slowing down the pace. There was a problem in the previous book. The progress was too fast, and the protagonist was too powerful. YY, so... please forgive me.

　　But I promise to play football, the day when the protagonist takes us to pretend to be 13 and takes us to fly is coming soon!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)