Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

He Zhiyang's rhetoric didn't mean he was provoked for a while. He started playing football at the age of five or six. After going abroad, he also served as the football captain of a boarding school. He still has some confidence in Cuju.

But he also knows that in a good team, personal quality and ability are only a small part of it, and the key point is still to look at the players.

He Zhiyang thought that there were quite a few people in the Imperial Academy who liked Cuju, and it shouldn't be difficult to form a Cuju team to compete. But when he mentioned it, all the members of the Imperial Academy were persuaded to retreat.

"Brother Yang, I'm not a disappointment...Jin Yiwei practices martial arts every day, can we be their opponents?"

"That's right, our riding and archery class has been occupied by Master Shi Ce for several months, and we haven't moved our bodies, Cuju? I might die suddenly..."

He Zhiyang interrupted them: "Oh? Then the Cuju field will be given up to them for nothing, right?"

Everyone was silent.

He Zhiyang pulled Xu Yiqing who was swollen at the corner of his mouth: "Our people are being beaten for nothing?"

"You can't fight back, you can't fight back when you scold." He Zhiyang said coldly: "You are acquiescing to Jin Yiwei to do evil, and you are telling others that the Imperial College can bully you at will!"

Everyone in the Imperial College remained silent, but clusters of sparks ignited in their eyes.

They are just at an invincible age, oppressed and bullied by Jin Yiwei in every possible way, who can really be willing?

"Forming a Cuju team will also let Jin Yiwei see our attitude." He Zhiyang paused, then raised his eyebrows and added: "Oh, it's not just the attitude, I don't think we can't win."

He has received advanced football training, is he still afraid of a few guards who have no rules?

Li Ji stood up and responded first: "Brother Yang just told us what to do! Even if we lose...Even if we lose, it's an honor to lose!"

Others don't know what Brother Yang has done behind his back, but he knows what price Brother Yang has paid to suppress and humiliate Jin Yiwei!

Brother Yang has gone so far as to personally write a love letter to humiliate him, if he remains indifferent, is he still human?

Others responded one after another: "I also want to play, I have practiced Cuju before, and I can fight again if I am familiar with it."

"My home has a Cuju court. If there is no venue in the school, you can go to my house to practice..."

The young man who was hesitant and timid just now was easily led, but now you are talking about me, and you are already planning to show Jin Yiwei a good look in the game.

Seeing the positive response from his classmates, He Zhiyang felt a little relieved.

But he knew that in order to win the game, he had to know himself and his enemy.

In the past, he only played Cuju with his classmates in the school, and never really fought against Jin Yiwei. He only heard that they were very powerful, but he didn't know where they were.

Still have to make a special trip to see it.

While Jin Yiwei was playing football, He Zhiyang and Huo Yao made sex together, secretly poking and peeking at the formation.

At this time, Cuju hadn't even started yet, He Zhiyang could tell Jin Yiwei's excellence with just a glance of his eyes.

The arena is similar to the battlefield, they both pay attention to awe and awe. Jin Yiwei has a burly figure, broad shoulders and long legs, so he looks naturally very respectable.

They have an innate advantage in their appearances. If the other side does not do a good job of psychological construction, they will have to take a step before they play.

And cowardice is the great enemy in battle, and it can make people collapse without fighting.

He Zhiyang pondered slowly in his heart, propped his hands on the wall, and continued to watch Jin Yiwei's specific kicks.

After watching two games, I gradually gained confidence in my heart.

To put it bluntly, the cuju of Da Mingchao is very similar to the predecessor of football, except that in addition to kicking the ball, you can also use the shoulders, elbows, chest, back and other parts to touch the ball.

As long as you can save the ball.

The advantages of Jinyiwei Cuju are obvious. First, they are fast, their figures are like the wind, and the rhythm is extremely fast. It is almost impossible to see the trajectory of the cuball, but they are constantly scoring goals.

The second is to rely on physical strength. After halftime, they are still full of physical strength and can run and jump without hindrance. Naturally, at this time, many people are exhausted. Jin Yiwei doesn't even need much skill, and they can easily win with physical strength.

But they are not invincible.

He Zhiyang had been the captain of the football team for three years before crossing over. He had a sharp eye, and he could tell at a glance that these people had no basic knowledge of sports, and they were in danger on the pitch. Whoever grabs the ball will get it. Everyone wants to be a striker.

Therefore, no matter how strong their physical fitness is, they are still a mess without any rules. It is okay to win by luck, but they are far from a strong and well-trained team.

With six or seven points of confidence in He Zhiyang's heart, he jumped down from the wall, clapped his hands and said to Huo Yao: "Don't be afraid of them, just rely on brute force to get away with it."

Huo Yao looked at him: "An idea?"

"We will definitely win." He Zhiyang put Huo Yao on his shoulder, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Do you believe it?"

Huo Yao nodded with a smile, thought for a while and said, "If you need anything, just tell me, and I'll get it for you."

Huo Yao never needed He Zhiyang to bother explaining and persuading him.

It seems that no matter how risky and ridiculous what He Zhiyang wants to do, Huo Yao will lazily nod his head in agreement.

The tone is so casual, but the attitude is extremely serious.

It seems that this matter itself is very reliable and not worth mentioning.

For some reason, He Zhiyang suddenly felt a little emotional. He suppressed his emotions, and after thinking for a while, he said, "My dear buddy, can you help me get some narrow-sleeved shirts with numbers embroidered on the back?"

Huo Yao nodded: "It's a small matter."

On the second day, Huo Yao had already brought more than a dozen narrow-sleeved shirts to the Guozijian in a hurry.

When He Zhiyang sent the numbered jerseys to the Guozijian team members, he undoubtedly received a lot of confused expressions.

"Why do you need to label the clothes you wear during Cuju?"

"Wow, Brother Yang said this is called a ball uniform? But as far as I know, only prison uniforms are labeled..."

"Wuwuwu brother Yang, can I not wear it? I think this dress is okay, but I feel uncomfortable after seeing the huge talisman on the back."

There are already numbers in the Ming Dynasty these days, but the writing method is slightly different from the modern ones. He Zhiyang simply ignored it and asked Huo Yao to embroider them all in a modern way.

It looks simple, eye-catching and comfortable.

The students in the Guozijian are all the children of the noble family of the Jingmen, and they all wear Cuju clothes very carefully. They all have special Cuju short shirts, but they have never thought that there are Cuju clothes with such a label.

"What's so special about the jersey?" Someone asked with a question mark: "Isn't the narrow-sleeved gown we wore before?"

He Zhiyang shook his head, and said resolutely: "That's because we're having fun in private, and of course we can't compete with Jin Yiwei."

"Brother Yang, I don't understand what the winning or losing of the cuju match has to do with the clothes?" The classmate shook his head and said, "I have the cuju short shirt, and I'm used to wearing it on weekdays. I don't need this jersey."

He Zhiyang shook his head: "It's not you who need this jersey, it's your teammates who need it."

Everyone was even more surprised: "Teammates need?"

"A team is also an army. An army without numbers and division of labor is a mess." He Zhiyang picked up a jersey and said seriously: "The numbers on the new jerseys are your numbers."

It was the first time for the teenagers in the Imperial College to hear such a statement, and they looked at each other at a loss.

"The army wants to seize the city and charge. Naturally, there are forwards, a large army to follow, and defense and retreat." He Zhiyang said: "The same is true on the Cuju field. We have forwards who are responsible for sprinting and kicking the ball, and central defenders who connect offense and defense. And there are guards who guard."

Classmate: "???"

Isn't cuju just about everyone swarming up to grab the ball and kick it?How come there are so many twists and turns?

He Zhiyang glanced at the slightly puzzled faces of the crowd, and said slowly: "So we are a team, and the number on the back of the jersey is your code name."

The Guozijian Cuju team was still in a daze.

They have been playing cuju for many years, and whoever runs faster is the one who rushes ahead. They never thought that there are so many specialties.

For a while, no one spoke, but the blood boiled for no reason.

Brother Yang said that the team is like an army, and it also needs to divide and cooperate, charge and defend, and perform their duties.

In the past, they were always single-handedly in the game. This time they have not played yet, but they have a real sense of fighting side by side.

If... If Guozijian can really defeat Jin Yiwei in this way, what a shame it would be!

Just thinking about it is enough to feel elated!

Besides, brother Yang has never lost a fight with them, so although he has never heard of the Cuju method this time, it is refreshing, and it must be unusual!

The teenagers were full of enthusiasm immediately, and they all wanted to win glory with the team.

He Zhiyang said while painting: "I went to watch Jinyiwei's Cuju competition. They are physically strong. If we exhaust our energy with them, we will only be exhausted by them and have no way out."

The classmates nodded again and again, some of them had fought against Jin Yiwei, and they were indeed extremely powerless as Brother Yang said.

"But they don't know the division of labor, they like to fight, many people like to rush to the front, and the rear often loses..." He Zhiyang drew a defensive map on the blueprint, and said solemnly: "This is their loophole, so we don't have to Belittle yourself."

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this: "Brother Yang, I didn't think so before, but now that you said that, and then I thought about the Cuju habits of Jin Yiwei in the past, I realized that it really is the same thing."

Everyone was analyzing and discussing, only Cheng Cheng showed a little disdain: "Brother Yang, you may be right, but this is all on paper, Jin Yiwei practices every day, we are bored in the room studying, and fighting against them in Cuju, can we succeed? "

"So the Imperial College also needs to train." He Zhiyang said seriously: "If we want to win, it is very important for us to cooperate and divide the work, but physical training is also necessary."

At this moment, Jinyi Official Academy, after kicking a round of cuju, everyone found the shade of a tree and leaned against the wall to rest.

Jin Yiwei smiled at Qiao Yue: "Qianhu, I heard that the Guozijian has formed a Cuju team, and they practice hard in the Guozijian every day between classes."

Qiao Yue smiled absent-mindedly: "I remember that the Imperial College doesn't even have a Cuju field?"

"Those literati have always been the most ignorant." Pang Ying snorted coldly, "Teach them a good lesson this time, and let them live in peace for a few more days."

"Go and spread the word. For the fairness of the competition, the Imperial College can come to Jinyiwei to borrow the Cuju field." Qiao Yue raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "But only a few days before the competition, let them watch the time carefully!"

Pang Ying snorted coldly - before He Zhiyang humiliated and provoked him in every possible way, Qianhu's actions were simply revenge for good.

It really embarrassed the Imperial Academy.

But after thinking about it, the venue is shared, and Jin Yiwei will win in a legitimate way, so it will be considered that he has not bullied others.

Unexpectedly, not long after, someone came running out of breath: "Words came from the Imperial College, saying...that there is no need to use our Cuju court."

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "No need?"

"Yes, they are training at Guozi Supervisor." The man faltered and said, "He also said... he also said that he can beat us without coming to the Cuju field!"