atypical center forward

Chapter 48 High Energy Ahead
"There is always a kind of passionate power that makes your heart surge, there is always a kind of unparalleled goals that you cheer for, there is always a kind of loyalty poured with blood that you will never forget, and there is always a kind of charismatic player that makes you infatuated..."

"A city - Valencia; a color - white; a love - loyalty; a mood - poignant; a man - Ugo..."

When He Qingyuan walked into the study, what he heard was a passionate and affectionate commentary, combined with the tragic background music, which suddenly slowed down his pace.

The little heart who was triumphantly preparing for revenge trembled again.

Another pill, grandpa is going to betray!
He Qingyuan patted the pouting little He on the head, and said, "Don't worry, I'll let you play for a while later."

Little He, who could no longer cry, gave up, stamped her feet femininely to express her dissatisfaction with the other two men in the family, and then ran to her grandma and mother to complain.

The subtitle in the lower left corner of the video changed from "Absolute Superstar. Prosperity Ends" to "Absolute Nova. White Inheritance", and the music also became passionate.

In the picture, Ugo, who has passed his forties in a suit and leather shoes, handed over a Valencia No. [-] jersey to a young man.

"Cesc Moya, a child of Valencia, he grew up here, became a professional player here, followed the trajectory of his predecessors here, chasing his dream step by step..."

Compared with the one hour of Absolute Superstar, Absolute Nova only takes less than 10 minutes. It mainly introduces Valencia's past and current situation from Moya's perspective.

The barrage that was originally filled with sentimentality became lively again.

"Little brother is so handsome, licking the screen."

"A midfielder? Then go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Damn, my goddess is about to take the stage, I will withdraw first, goodbye comrades."

"This assist is a bit flamboyant, it was buried in West Second Division."

"The footwork is exquisite, and the pass and control are first-class, but I don't know if it is the credit of the collection, the real level is to be determined."

There are less than 10 minutes left in the video, and now it is playing a highlight segment on the court.

Facing the wall of people, Moya put his hands on his hips, panting slightly, then started and shot.

Everyone knows that this is a clip of a highlight clip, and the goal will definitely be scored, so everyone thinks it is another wonderful direct goal. Who knows that the football just flew in front of the goal and fell limply.

"Huh? Editing went wrong?" Others who were also following this issue of "Magnifying Glass" with different purposes thought gloatingly.

He Qingyuan, who was sitting behind He Feng, also shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

A group of people caught up with the football like a ghost, jumped up, swung their right foot lightly, touched the ball with their heels, and the ball scored.

Clean and neat, chic and handsome, the picture is as dreamy as a well-interpreted movie.

The screen turned to Moya, who was cheering after the assist, and people could only catch a glimpse of the figure running to the sidelines and the number behind him from the camera.

9 number.

"This number 9 looks familiar." He Feng whispered unconsciously.

"It's him!" He Qingyuan said suddenly, which startled He Feng.

He used to focus on Chu Yang, but after Chu Yang went to West Second Division, this kind of attention was much less. The news he got was some statistics, such as the average shots and goals per game. Amazing is amazing, but there is no actual picture.

"Um, dad, who is it?"

He Feng turned his head to look at He Qingyuan, then looked back at the monitor, and found the answer in the barrage.

"Am I dazzled? That seems to be Chu Yang?"

"It is indeed Chu Yang, the identification is complete."

"I asked why the name Valencia is so familiar. It turned out to be the club that bought Chu Yang."

"Mengxin seeks the solution, who is Chu Yang?"

"It's neither cute nor new, so let's find out, who is Chu Yang?"

The others didn't have time to answer, because Chu Yang appeared in the video again.

It was still Moya's pass, Chu Yang leaned against the defender's chest to stop the ball, and then lightly lifted the ball over the defender's head while a large group of fans exclaimed "Fuck" in front of the computer, turned around and shot explosively.

The barrage seemed to be swallowed by the harmonious beast suddenly, and the screen became much cleaner in an instant.

The video still features Mo Ya as the main character. He ran all the way to find Chu Yang who was sweeping with a "machine gun", and jumped onto his back...

The barrage suddenly exploded.

"!!!!!!!!!"

"!!!!!!!!!"

"I may have misread it, that's not Chu Yang."

"Misjudged your sister, that is Chu Yang!"

"This can't be the Chu Yang I know!"

"This is the Chu Yang I know!"

"I can't stand you, I will go to Qianxun myself to see who this Chu Yang is."

"Such a goal, it should be clear."

"Chu Chui started to freeze again, waiting to be slapped in the face."

"It can only be abused in the second division."

"What kind of background does Chu Yang allow Nirvana to help him promote like this?"

"You don't even know this? Valencia has been bought by Nirvana, and now Nirvana is Chu Yang's backstage, so I ask you if you are afraid?"

"I'm so scared, I'm really scared to do a program specifically for the recognized parallel importers to whitewash."

"It's kind of like taking Valencia to La Liga, don't play these useless things."

Someone is setting the rhythm.

At Nirvana Video headquarters, almost everyone felt a sudden shock when they saw the barrage, and the critical moment came.

"It should be a brilliant and entertaining person, Mr. Liu, do you want to make a move?"

"Look again, and inform the other side to prepare."

Sailors, you have me and I have it, and you can help me stir up topics if you make trouble on my territory, who is afraid of who.

In the video, another free kick was taken, but this time the main character was no longer Mo Ya, but Chu Yang, so the barrage aimed at Chu Yang became more obvious.

"See you at Tuqiongdagger, you won't even cover it up."

"I naively thought that the so-called absolute new star was that Moya. It turned out to be hidden here. It's a good idea."

"The kind-hearted people who have been paying attention to Xiyi and Chuyang kindly reminded: the high energy ahead, non-combatants please pay attention to avoid."

"The unscrupulous people who are also paying attention to Xiyi and Chuyang are unkind to remind: the high-energy ahead, please come and lead the fighters to death."

"High energy warning +3."

"Chu Chuan reminded: High energy ahead, be careful of face pain."

For a while, all kinds of bullet screens with ulterior motives were suppressed by various "high energy ahead" in different ways.

"Our people made a move?" Liu Huai'an asked.

"No."

"It's fun now." Old Liu smiled.

"It's fun now."

Xiao Luo also smiled and said the same thing.

On the Spanish side, Chu Yang connected the computer to the TV, and everyone could see the barrage.

I have to say that sometimes the comments on many things are more exciting than the text.

"I can't tell you have many fans in China." Chu Yu laughed.

"There are still a lot of discerning people." Chu Yang spoke boldly.

"Is there any problem with this goal?" Shen Qianwei, who hadn't watched the game or watched the video in advance, asked curiously.

Xiao Luo didn't answer, but said meaningfully: "The barrage will be cleared."

Shen Qianwei and Comrade Chu were the only ones who had never seen the ball. He was also very curious. Under the influence of Xiao Chu, he still knew a lot about football.

"This ball is more than 30 meters away, can you score?"

Xiao Chu smiled without saying a word, unfathomable.

In the video, Chu Yang starts an exaggerated long-distance run-up, swings his legs, and shoots the goal. The camera is shot from Moya's perspective, and the football is like a missile with a set trajectory, bypassing the wall and turning into the goal.

The barrage that was buzzing was empty.

The world is clean.

　A lot of people asked to write pure competitive essays, so I was scared to delete a lot of content later, and I had to reorganize it. The update will slow down in the next few days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)