I Just Can Score

Chapter 155: Tiger! Help!

I play a game? On behalf of the language academy team?

It's nothing to play games, to contribute to the previous class, but... Zhen Shaolong looked down at the trousers, sweater, and the uncomfortable wig on his head. Kuangsha Literature Network

Isn't it suitable?

Zhen Shaolong glanced back, hesitating whether to leave the court or not, then he heard someone shouting on the court, What are you dawdling about! Hurry up when you are on the court!

Ok!

Zhen Shaolong glanced at the running shoes, he felt a little comforted, they are not professional football shoes, they always feel a bit awkward, but they are better than wearing leather shoes. He subconsciously ran to the frontcourt, and met a teammate who looked familiar and asked, What position do you play?

forward.

Then you go ahead!

Zhen Shaolong took a closer look, but still couldn't think of a name, so he jogged to the front.

In the School of Computer Science team, many people saw Zhen Shaolong, but they didn't care, because Zhen Shaolong's attire didn't look like he was here to play football, but rather to go shopping.

Even if it's a college match, who doesn't have a jersey and sneakers.

The guy is all casual up and down.

Probably there is no one in the Language Institute, let's make up for it and have a look! Everyone in the School of Computer Science thought so.

Zhen Shaolong ran to the front and stood there for more than a minute before realizing something was wrong.

Most of the time football is controlled by the Computer Academy team. More importantly, if someone in the backcourt gets the ball from their own team, it is impossible to pass it to the front. The prequel is directly handed over to the opponent.

This won't work!

Zhen Shaolong realized that he had overestimated the strength of his classmates, so he hurried back and back again until he ran past the center line. He reached out for the ball, and someone passed it to him. The pass was not accurate, and he was almost cut off halfway. He could only run a few steps towards the ball before finally stopping the ball.

Come here! This way!

He just stopped the ball and heard someone shouting from the side, he hesitated and kicked it.

The football crossed a distance of more than 20 meters and was accurately passed directly in front of that student. Then... it went out of bounds. There is no doubt that the student who wanted the ball did not have the consciousness to run forward to catch the ball. He waited for the ball to fly over. At that time, he still stood still, but seemed to be quite confident, Student! Can you pass it more accurately? What kind of footwork is this!

...

Zhen Shaolong opened his mouth and closed it again, what else could he say?

The School of Computer Science team got the ball, but failed to score. A kick flew out of the baseline. Zhen Shaolong saw the opportunity, ran back quickly, and raised his hand again to ask for the ball, Here I am!

The goalkeeper immediately threw the ball over.

Zhen Shaolong got the ball, and heard another shout of 'here', he glanced at it with his eyes, and continued to bring it forward without paying attention.

He is not in a hurry.

If it was on a formal football field, he might pass it on to his teammates, even if the teammates are all good... But in a formal football field, the distance from front to back is more than 100 meters, so if you can save a little effort, you should try to save as much energy as possible. This small field It was different, the distance between the two goals was only more than 70 meters, and the position where he got the ball was only about 50 meters away from the opponent's goal.

Zhen Shaolong took a few steps forward and directly crossed the center line.

An opponent sprinted past and was about to steal the ball. Zhen Shaolong flicked the ball to the side, and was about to start accelerating, but found that there was no need to accelerate at all, because the opponent was already behind.

Next, another one came to grab the ball.

Zhen Shaolong still used the same method, throwing the ball to the side, the opponent seemed to have some experience, and followed up, but this time Zhen Shaolong accelerated to increase the position, and still left the opponent behind, it was difficult to keep up.

After making two consecutive passes, Zhen Shaolong realized that his IQ should be lowered appropriately when playing here.

You can't think too highly of your opponent, otherwise it will be a meaningless waste of energy.

He still rushed up with the ball, because the last two or three people were chasing him.

When the dribble was about to reach the zone line, two more people rushed over. The opponent's movements were too amateurish. Zhen Shaolong was in a desperate situation with two in front and three behind. Well, there was no one on the right side at all, he just changed direction, continued to bring the ball to the right side, and then threw most of it away, then glanced at the goal, and swung his right foot in rhythm.

Swipe!

The football quickly rushed into the lower right corner of the opponent's goal, and the opponent's goalkeeper failed to respond.

We scored one! The one who just entered the field entered separately!

sharp!

Catch up with one!

The cheerleaders of the Language Institute finally came into play. A large group of female students happily shouted, Language Institute!

language school!

language school!

The students next to He Ronghua were very surprised watching the game. Even if they didn’t know much about football, they knew how difficult it was to go from the backcourt to the frontcourt, face several opponents, and then kick the ball into the goal. how high.

He Ronghua, who is that split head? Is it from our academy?

By the way, who is he? Why haven't I seen him?

I don't know either.

A few students next to them started chattering, and even Zhao Liang, who was on the stage, asked, Who is that?

With a smile on the corner of He Ronghua's mouth, he said very proudly, Don't worry, it must belong to our academy!

what is it call?

He Ronghua smiled without saying a word.

Look at your stupid look! You still pretend to be mysterious! A female classmate came over and twisted He Ronghua's waist.

A few people next to him laughed.

He Ronghua bent over and grinned in pain, but he couldn't get angry with his girlfriend, so he hurriedly said, It's not that I didn't say it, it's that he didn't let me say it. Anyway, it's just a student of the same level in our college!

Several girls looked at each other.

He Ronghua felt that they should give them some hints. He pointed to a girl with vertical braids and dimples, and said, Song Xiaowei must know her. He has a crush on you!

Song Xiaowei's face turned red, she thought about it to no avail, but many boys would send her messages, and she had received many books, but when it came to male students from the language school, only two or three came to mind.

The students around looked over, Song Xiaowei also shook her head.

Others couldn't help thinking, Could it be that he belongs to the kind of student who squats in Internet cafes for a long time and often skips classes? Otherwise, it is impossible for the same college not to know each other! There are more than 70 people in this class, and there are less than 20 boys. Every time I look up and down in class, I get to know each other well after two years.

field.

The people in the School of Computer Science were all surprised that they could tell their level with just one ball.

This guy can do it!

Who is he? At this level, can he enter the school team?

In the School of Computer Science team, there was a student who entered the school team, and the others immediately asked, Is he on the school team?

I haven't seen it. The school teammate was not sure, But I just joined the school team, and I'm not familiar with some of them. Maybe, I haven't seen them anyway.

Others also discussed.

The game continued quickly, and the School of Computer Science launched an attack again. The student who entered the school team from the wing drove straight all the way, brought the ball to the bottom line, and then made a cross.

This awareness is not bad. Zhen Shaolong commented in his heart, and then saw the football being kicked out by his teammates.

He rushed over to grab the ball immediately.

Because all his teammates were unreliable, Zhen Shaolong planned to continue the long-distance raid, but found out halfway... the skills could be used?

No! This is too bullying!

University's college confrontation, my participation is already a bully... and then use skills... Zhen Shaolong kept shaking his head, feeling that he should hold the scale in his heart, it is already unfair to participate in the competition, and he felt very sympathetic to the opponent in his heart.

Then, he used the Strike ability without hesitation.

This time it was easier.

After Zhen Shaolong crossed the center line, he rushed forward without any scruples. When the effect of Strike disappeared, he almost rushed into the goal, and then pushed the ball towards the goal in the small area.

The football rushed between the goalkeeper's legs.

This is so unfair!

Too bullying!

When Zhen Shaolong walked back, he was still complaining about the School of Computer Science, he kept shaking his head and sighing, feeling very ashamed deep in his heart.

The excited cheers of the female students came from the sidelines again, Language Institute! Language Institute!

come on! Come on!

Zhen Shaolong gave a thumbs up to the cheerleaders. The cheerleaders are amateurs, but the timing of shouting slogans is very accurate!

At this time, many female classmates began to inquire about Zhen Shaolong.

A group of people surrounded He Ronghua, and a female classmate said, Don't tell me who he is, but what he calls him. We still have to cheer for him!

He Ronghua glanced hesitantly.

Huzi was watching the game with wide eyes.

His name is Longlong.

Dragon Dragon?

I didn't expect this guy with a curly head to have such a lovely name!

He Ronghua burst out laughing.

Then the slogan of the cheerleading girls became, Language Institute, come on! Longlong, come on!

field.

It will not be so easy for Zhen Shaolong to score a goal.

Everyone in the School of Computer Science knows that he is good. After dribbling the ball past the center line, several people double-team him. Even if the opponents are amateurs, it is an amateur game. He can't dribble the ball over, right?

It would be bad if any classmate got hurt!

Zhen Shaolong thought of a way. He kicked the ball back to his teammate, and then said, Whoever gets the ball, just drive it in front of the opponent's goal. I'll go and grab it!

Everyone listened and nodded.

When the Language Institute gets the ball again, they will take a big kick forward when they find an opportunity. Most of the kicks are still inaccurate, but occasionally there will be a kick, and the quality of the kick is not good.

Zhen Shaolong judged the landing point of the ball from a distance, rushed directly to the position and stopped the ball at all.

Without being surrounded by all sides, he easily dribbled the ball to find a space, and then kicked directly.

hit the door!

Then, the ball goes in!

This goal helped the Language Institute overtake the score, and immediately attracted more cheers from the sidelines. The time was almost over. When Zhen Shaolong got the ball again and was about to lead it forward, the teacher who acted as the referee blew the end whistle.

we won!

Language Institute won! Hahaha...

We beat the School of Computing!

The students of the Language Institute immediately cheered excitedly. You must know that in previous football matches, the Language Institute was absolutely at the bottom, while the Computer Institute has long dominated the top three.

Now the language school can beat the powerful computer school!

This is an honor!

The School of Computer Science was very upset, Isn't that guy from the School of Languages? Did he hire foreign aid?

Academic confrontation can still ask for foreign aid?

The School of Computer Science immediately responded to the referee teacher, but the teacher didn't know what to do. He ran to Zhen Shaolong and asked, Are you a student of the Language School?

Yes, last year.

Last year?

Yes, I'm on leave of absence. Can students on leave of absence not be able to compete?

There is no such rule. The teacher hesitated and decided the language school to win, and then asked with interest, You are not on the school team, are you? I think you can enter the school team with your skills! Do you want me to recommend it for you? ? I know the coach of the school team.

……No.

After Zhen Shaolong finished speaking, he was about to leave, to exercise his muscles and bones to participate in the competition, he didn't take it to heart at all, he came to the academy to find an interpreter for Lisi.

A classmate next to him suddenly rushed over and hugged his shoulder excitedly, What's your name? You're really from our college? Why haven't I seen you before! I k, you're really good at football!

This student waved his hand...

Zhen Shaolong's scalp suddenly lifted!

Zhen Shaolong quickly bent down to pick up the wig, and the people around him were also startled, only to notice that it was a wig that had fallen off, and after taking a closer look at his appearance, that classmate was the first to realize, You are... Zhen... Zhen Shaolong!

I k, Zhen Shaolong!

It's really Zhen Shaolong! Zhen Shaolong! Zhen Shaolong! I see you again!

Still remember me?

Me! Sheng Zhenhua!

And me! Xu Chao! Teacher! Isn't Zhen Shaolong from our language school!

Yes, we are classmates!

hula la...

A large group of people gathered around when they heard the shout, and even the teacher became crazy, and hurriedly raised his hands and shouted, Quick! Then so and so! Bring my mobile phone, I want to take a photo with Zhen Shaolong!

Zhen Shaolong was buried in the middle of his classmates, so he could only helplessly raise his hands, Huzi! Huzi! Help! Help! Your chance to perform has come!

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