court king

Chapter 5 Real Madrid main force
A group of college students gathered around the gate, and Zhang Qian glanced there from a distance. As a midfielder with a better vision, Zhang Qian must control the whole field.

"Southern Sports is here." Zhang Qian said, and suddenly the lively atmosphere in the team's training ground became deserted.

Stepping on the ball, Wang Feng took a look at Zhang Yun, the captain of the Southern Sports Team, who was wearing a red and white school uniform, took the lead at the front, was carrying a sports backpack and a football.

"Hey, didn't you just go to Real Madrid to play for a few years, what's there to be happy about." Wang Liang said, took two steps forward, and then sat on the plastic chair in the auditorium.

He took out a bottle of glucose from the box in front of the auditorium and unscrewed it directly.

At this time, the sixteen members of Nanjing Institute of Physical Education were trotting towards the football field.

Zhang Yang refuted Wang Liang's words at this time: "Did you know...he is the main member of Real Madrid, and he is also the first player to start at the age of 17."

Real Madrid's starting player, this is indeed an outsider.

Involuntarily, Wang Liang also swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The school uniform of BJ Sports University has a feeling of Barcelona, ​​blue and red, but they have no sponsorship, just a few large English characters, and the blue is relatively light.

Zhang Qian has some relationship with South Sports' coach Baidong. After all, this time he was able to pull South Sports to North Sports to play football, which is also due to the relationship between these two people.

Back then, Zhang Qian was the attacking midfielder, and Baidong was the striker.

I don't know how many times, Zhang Qian passed the ball to Baidong, and then Baidong took a shot, and the ball went in!
And Zhang Qian's personal performance opportunity made full use of the relationship between the two of them, and he was able to make a fake pass well, and finally volleyed himself, hitting Huanglong straight for an empty goal!
Zhang Qian and Baidong shook hands and touched shoulders, and the two separated.

Wang Feng took advantage of this opportunity very well. When the two captains shook hands, Wang Feng began to analyze Zhang Yun's various abilities, but finally found that he could already compete with Ronaldo and Messi.

A piece of blood red appeared in front of his eyes: red for shooting, red for passing, red for dribbling, red for passing, red for fighting, red for charging...

In the end, Wang Feng only found a little flaw in Zhang Yun's field of vision in the last column. His field of vision was not as good as that of coach Zhang Qian, whom Wang Feng had scanned before. He was yellow, while Zhang Qian was red.

Wang Feng couldn't help swallowing, and the two touched shoulders. Zhang Yun was still very talkative, and said to Wang Feng: "I watched your game at Evergrande, and you played very well."

Wang Feng was afraid of offending this young master, so he immediately responded: "Your performance in Real Madrid is even better! Last time, the lob shot, the golden hook was upside down, and the goalkeeper was stunned..."

In fact, Wang Feng is a Barcelona fan. Except for Real Madrid vs. Barcelona, ​​he has never watched any of Real Madrid's matches. All of these are Wang Feng's wild guesses—after all, which player knows how he scores with every kick?
"See you tomorrow." Zhang Yun said, took the players and coach Baidong, waved to Wang Feng, and then walked directly to the opponent's dormitory that has always been set up by Beijing Sports.

The opponent's dormitory is of the same level as the school team's. They all have their own air conditioners and toilets, and they also have network settings and charging plugs. The players don't have to worry about the power of their mobile phones.

"The game time is tomorrow at twelve noon. It's just when the sun is shining." Baidong is from Sichuan, and there are always some words in his Mandarin with a Sichuan accent.

He is introducing tomorrow's game schedule to Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun nodded, and then said: "Players, let's try to play Beijing Sports 6-0 tomorrow!"

Zhang Yun’s sentence is still a bit of a joke. In the 2017 season, they beat Harbin Sport University, the fifth-ranked university, 6-0, and now they are facing the challenge of the No. [-] North Sports University in the country! ?

And also equate him with Harbin Sport University? !
Isn't it a little crazy.

Wang Feng watched the group of players leave, and then Zhang Qian immediately called for assembly. All the members gathered together. Zhang Qian said something about the tactics of the Southern Sports, and then hurriedly called to disband. There will be a game tomorrow, and Zhang Qian is not going to train tomorrow morning. He just needs to warm up half an hour in advance.

……

At night, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, surrounded by stars and stars.

Wang Feng and Wang Liang are roommates. Wang Liang has already fallen asleep early at this time, and Wang Feng has only entered the system now.

Before that, I just took out my mobile phone and watched a few games of South Sports in the 2017 season. As expected, Zhang Yun alone scored as many as ten shots in a single game alone—no matter which team he met.

Zhang Yun's physical strength is very high, and he is a player who runs side by side with speed and strength. This is the conclusion Wang Feng made after observing Zhang Yun this afternoon.

"Football Master System." Wang Feng shouted, and soon blue pages appeared in front of his eyes, and then he himself suddenly stood in that white space.

Wang Feng switched the host page this time to the training game, and then clicked directly, and the surrounding immediately changed like a pixel composition. Wang Feng appeared on the football field of BJ Sports University, and the artificial turf was still the same. The settings did not change at all.

"The weather forecast for tomorrow is: sunny, the temperature is 31°C, and the weather is being adjusted for you." The system sounded.

These games are automatically switched, which is the closest game to Wang Feng. Of course, Wang Feng can also set it manually to challenge Real Madrid and Barcelona in his leisure time.

Behind Wang Feng, his teammates appeared. The teammates were all dumbfounded at first, but after a period of loading, they immediately had their personal feelings.

The referees were Zhang Qian and Baidong. When the whistle blew, Wang Feng served the ball first, then rushed forward, passed a kick to Wang Liang who was next to him, and shouted: "Bring it back!"

Wang Liang's kick flew to Wang Feng's hand, and Wang Feng single-handedly entered the penalty area, and shot directly into the upper right corner, the most difficult area to pounce.

But he was very unlucky, just when he predicted that he would shoot from the oblique side, the football hit the upper right corner post, and directly ejected into the goal, unexpectedly, the opponent's goalkeeper Dai Fei pressed the football down with one hand, and then kicked it out.

amazing!
This is the strength of Nanti!

After a whole game, they didn't lose too badly, they lost 3-0.

Wang Feng bought a C-level shooting skill with the currency he had worked so hard to save in this game: sliding shovel shooting.

Sliding shovel shot is something that Wang Feng has never tried before. I heard that it can have the effect of a chariot, and it can overturn the goalkeeper with one kick. It is so powerful!
(End of this chapter)