The happy life of a prodigal

Someone in the crowd saw these two signs and couldn't help asking: "Who is General Fang, and who is this Yang Ming?

Why is General Fang handsome and handsome, but Yang Ming is not a beast? "

Someone next to him glanced at him, and said with great interest: "I have never heard of the name of General Fang, but this Yang Ming..."

The young man looked at the person next to him and asked, "Brother, have you heard of Yang Ming?"

The person who spoke smiled and said: "It's not just that I've heard of it, Yang Ming is like a thunderbolt."

"Oh?"

The young man showed an interested expression on his face, and asked: "Then brother, why is the football team in Chunfeng Building named after Yang Ming is not a beast?"

The person who spoke smiled, looked up and looked around, and whispered: "Brother, have you ever heard of Mr. Pig?"

"Pig-headed boy?"

The young man was slightly startled, and then he suddenly realized, and said: "Could it be that Yang Ming is a pig-headed son?"

The person who spoke nodded and said, "The Spring Breeze Tower and the Zuihua Pavilion had conflicts because of business matters, and the owner behind the Zuihua Tower is the pig-headed son Yang Ming.

I think that the name of this Chunfeng Tower is because of this, it is called Yang Ming, not a beast..."

The young man looked stunned and murmured, "So that's how it is..."

Turning his head and looking at the sign that read 'Yang Ming is not a beast', he immediately felt a murderous feeling.

Chunfenglou's trick... is really ruthless!

............

After the signs of the two teams were put in place, another person walked out of the Beijing Normal University Theater, wearing a black gown, holding a copper gong in his hand. I don't know what it was for.

When I got closer, I could vaguely see two words written on the chest - Referee.

After the referee came out, the players of the two teams followed.

A group of strong men with thick backs and waists, wearing red gowns with the words 'Yang Ming is not a beast' written on the back.

Compared with the 'Yang Ming is not a beast' team, the members of the other team were much thinner and wore black jackets.

The onlookers booed when they saw this scene.

Although they don't know what football is, there is such a huge gap in the strength of the players of the two teams. What's the point of guessing the final outcome with just a glance?

The players on the field were obviously mentally prepared for the booing and didn't react too much.

Regardless of how the audience reacts, the game will continue.

With the sound of the referee's gong, the game officially began.

It was Yang Ming who served the ball, not the beast team.

Although the audience booed, their eyes still did not leave the football field.

The people of the capital are always more interested in new things.

At this moment, it is quite interesting to watch 22 men on the field fighting each other for a football.

Soon, the time for half a stick of incense passed.

The score on the field has not changed, it is still zero to zero.

Can......

However, the situation was not as one-sided as they had expected.

Even the thin and handsome General Fang is the one who has the upper hand most of the time.

For a small football, physical strength does not seem to matter much in front of dexterous running and skills.

No matter what time, the team in possession of the ball is always the more flexible team.

Because Yang Ming is not a member of the beast team, most of them are physically stronger, and when they run, they are not as flexible as General Fang's handsome team.

Every time, just after grabbing the football, he lost the ball again, and the audience off the field was worried for a while.

As time went by, the gap between the two teams became wider and wider.

Because Yang Ming is not a member of the beast team and rarely controls the ball, in order to prevent General Fang's handsome team from entering the penalty area, they only need to exert more physical strength and follow the players of General Fang's handsome team.

Over time, physical strength will gradually cease.

The lack of physical strength caused the defense line that was originally exchanged for frequent running to be torn open abruptly.

Soon, members of General Fang's handsome and handsome team discovered the loopholes in the defense, dribbled the ball all the way, and rushed into the penalty area.

Apart from anything else, the kick was an extremely powerful shot.

The goalkeeper couldn't react in time, and could only watch the football fly towards the goal.

boom--!

The football hit the goal frame heavily, making a loud noise.

Seeing this scene, the audience off the court couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamation.

Immediately, the audience who were optimistic about General Fang's handsome team let out a sigh of regret.

Just a little bit...

General Fang's handsome team will take the lead!

Chapter 143 Let them keep kicking!

On the other hand, Yang Ming, who is not a supporter of the Scumbags, was beating his chest and feet.

Someone with a fiery temper has already started yelling.

After all, in their view, General Fang's Handsome Team is just a group of dexterous skinny monkeys, and it's impossible for them to have the slightest resistance against the strong men of Yang Ming's Not Scum Team.

But now the fact is just the opposite, subconsciously feel that Yang Ming is not a scum team is just perfunctory.

"It's so stupid! It would be great to just hold the ball and rush into the goal. I don't believe that General Fang's handsome and thin monkey can stop such a big man!"

A man in a vest was complaining while watching the game.

Beside him, a thin and thin scholar was a little displeased when he heard it, turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "Football, as the name suggests, is a ball played with feet, and it is illegal to use hands...

In addition, I think that it is because Yang Ming is not a scum team that he is physically strong, so he is at a disadvantage, and the more dexterous he is, the more advantage he has.

The game time is not too long now, as long as they continue to fight at this speed, the Yang Ming is not a scum team will definitely concede the goal due to lack of energy! "

What the scholar said was reasonable and well-founded, but the man didn't know how to refute it, and his face turned red.

After a while, he turned his head to look at the scholar, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "Then do you dare to make a bet with me?"

The scholar glanced at the man, with a calm expression on his face, and said, "Why don't you dare..."

"Okay, one hundred coins, I bet Yang Ming is not a scumbag and the team will score first!"

The man took out a copper coin from his pocket and said loudly.

The scholar looked at the copper coins and was a little dazed. He obviously never thought that someone would carry so many copper coins with him.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I don't have any money with me, but I can mortgage this book with you. If I lose, this book will be yours..."

As he spoke, he raised the book in his hand and shook it in front of the man's eyes.

"Why does I want your book..."

The man looked disdainful, and was just about to refuse, when he suddenly saw a few words "Legend of the Condor Heroes" written in the book, he stopped immediately, and immediately said: "Okay, if Yang Ming is not the first goal of the scum team, This one hundred coins is yours.

If General Fang is handsome and unrestrained and the team goes first, the one hundred coins are still yours, but this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is mine! "

Because Zhuxuanzhai was shut down by the government recently, there are very few "Legend of the Condor Heroes" circulating in the capital, and some noble children are even willing to pay a tael of silver for such a book of leisure stories.

Even if you pay a hundred coins, you can get a copy of "Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is a lot of money.

certainly......

The premise of all this is based on the fact that Yang Ming is not a scumbag who made the first goal.

After the two reached a bet, they stopped talking and turned to watch the football match in full swing.

Although the expressions of the two have not changed much from before, from the moment the bet was reached just now, the football game on the field is not just a game of 22 people on the field, but also off the field. Contest.

The same thing happened everywhere off the court. When the game was approaching the halftime break, it was obvious that the audience off the court was different from before.

At first, these spectators just watched the game with the intention of watching the excitement, but now, it seems that everyone has found the team they support.

Moreover, in a very short period of time, this sense of identification with the team has been greatly improved.

Many people even spontaneously organized cheerleading squads, shouting slogans to cheer for their teams.

However, it may be because those who like Yang Ming and not the scum team are all strong and strong men.

So most of the time, Yang Ming's call for not being a scumbag team was far higher than that of General Fang's handsome team.

Everyone is using [-] points of strength to cheer for their team, and their voices can even be heard two or three kilometers away.

Not far from the Beijing Normal University Theater, a luxuriously decorated carriage was driving slowly on the avenue in the south of the city.

In the carriage, a handsome young man in luxurious clothes was holding a copy of "History of Qin", and was fascinated by it.

Suddenly, the voice of "Yang Ming is not a scum" came from his ear. The young man frowned slightly, and opened the curtain of the carriage, but saw that there was no one on the whole street.

Obviously, this sound came from an extremely far away place, and it became clearer and clearer after another.

Isn't Yang Ming a scumbag?

When he heard the content of the shout, the young man was startled, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted from the outside, and a man with a fleshy face poked his head and whispered: "Your Highness, the road ahead is blocked by crowds, do you want to go around from another place?"

The young man called His Highness thought for a while and said, "Do you know what those people blocking the road are doing?"

The rough man scratched his head and said, "I only heard them yelling things like 'Yang Ming is not a scum' and 'General Fang is handsome', but I don't know the rest."

The young man seemed to have thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he ordered: "Go and find out..."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

After the rough man took the order, he left the carriage.

The young gentleman picked up the history book that was put aside again, and after opening it, he couldn't read it anymore.

After a while, he put down the book, murmured with a dazed look on his face, "General Fang..."

............

On the open space at the entrance of the Beijing Normal University Theater, on the temporary football field, the game was in full swing. The hourglass on the side showed that the time was about to end, but no one scored first on both sides.

Finally, with the sound of the referee's gong, halftime officially ended.

The players of both teams walked into the waiting room cursing.

The audience's shouts stopped abruptly, and they watched the two teams leave in a daze, a little dazed.

Okay, why did you leave the stage all of a sudden?

The man and the scholar who had bet before looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After all, the two bet on who will score first, but now that the game is over, but neither team has scored, what should the bet be calculated?

The same thing happened to many people off the court.

These people stared at each other for a while, but after realizing it, they were all very dissatisfied.

Finally, someone with a fiery temper yelled at Wang Baole who was sitting at the ticket office: "The winner hasn't been decided yet, so why not compare!?

What does this mean, bullying that we didn't buy a ticket?I have a lot of silver, call them out, and continue to compete. If there is no winner, you can't leave the field! "

"Yes, it's beating the gong again, and leaving the field again, isn't it just to reward you! Here you go, let them come out and continue the competition. No matter how bad it is, they still have to score a goal!"

Chapter 144 No one sees

For a time, the entire football stadium was flooded with angry shouts from the fans.

Many people even took out copper coins from their pockets and threw them towards the football field.

Wang Baole obviously didn't expect this to happen, he hastily picked up the microphone made of cardboard, and shouted loudly: "The game is not over yet, it's just a half-time break, everyone, don't get excited!"

Although his voice was already very loud, it was still far inferior to the voices of thousands gathered together, and it was drowned out within a short distance.