Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Qiao Yue was taken aback, and the corners of his lips curved slightly indulgently: "His tone is quite loud."

Most of Jin Yiwei didn't take this rhetoric as a provocation, but felt that the Guozijian people were too presumptuous.

It doesn't matter, how crazy you are now, how ruthless you will be slapped in the face in the future.

The person who reported the letter was full of confusion: "Then shall we let the people from the Imperial College come over?"

Qiao Yue lifted his leg lightly, kicking the ball across the cold winter air and shooting it into the hole: "Let them go."

At this moment, in the empty shooting garden of the Imperial College, more than a dozen teenagers were standing in place wearing t-shirts and jerseys with numbers embroidered on them.

They put on these clothes at Brother Yang's request, but they felt inexplicably ashamed in their hearts.

After a long time of psychological construction, I mustered up the courage to wear it to meet people.

He Zhiyang weighed the kick ball a few times with his hands, glanced at his classmates and said: "First get to know each other's numbers, and from now on on the court, you don't need to call each other by name."

He Zhiyang has always been joking, but now he is serious and convincing.

The teenagers also found it fresh, looking around one by one, trying to remember the correspondence between people and names.

The rules of cuju are similar to those of football. To win, a good formation is very important.

He Zhiyang often played football with his classmates from the Imperial College, and he was already familiar with the characteristics of these people.

In other words, He Zhiyang is very clear about who is good at offense and who is good at defense.

Therefore, in less than an hour, he had successfully arranged the formation layout.

In order to be on the safe side, coupled with the small number of people, He Zhiyang used the more common formation of front center back in modern football. Everyone performs their own duties. Although it is less dexterous, it is fortunate that it is not easy to make mistakes.

He Zhiyang explained while drawing on the sand table: "The formation of the few of us is divided into the backcourt, midfielder, frontcourt and goalkeeper. Right now, one husband is in charge and ten thousand husbands are not allowed to open, and the duty is to prevent Jin Yiwei from scoring a goal, this matter... Brother Yao, come on?"

For a moment, everyone froze in place. Before they played football, how could there be any goalkeeper who didn't move at all?Whoever sees the kick ball kicks it, but now there is a person guarding it here?

Is this person Huo Yao who has always been friends?

Brother Yang is really... just killing relatives.

Feng Jing scratched his head: "Brother Yao is also very good at football, as a goalkeeper... Doesn't that mean he can't play football?"

This Laoshizi goalkeeper had no chance to show his face as soon as he heard it, Feng Jing couldn't help feeling wronged for Huo Yao.

Before He Zhiyang could explain, Huo Yao, who had been silent for a long time, said indifferently: "I think this method is good. In the past, when we played cuju, we often sighed. If we can run a few steps to the goal post, we won't let the opponent score a goal." ——But I never thought of placing someone specially, with me squatting at the goal, you don’t have to be distracted by others, and you can play football with more peace of mind.”

He Zhiyang's heart felt inexplicably warm, he stretched his hand over Huo Yao's shoulder, and said, "The rest are defenders and midfielders, the left and right central defenders are the three of you, Xu Yiqing, who are responsible for defense and clearance. The midfielders are Cheng Chenghe Feng Jing, connecting the front and back courts, dribbling with the ball."

He Zhiyang is assigned according to each person's characteristics, and the students can also find that their own characteristics have been discovered by Brother Yang, and they are cleverly combined with the layout.

They have never done this before, and they are all thinking at this moment.

The reason why they were afraid of fighting Jin Yiwei was because they regarded Cuju as a competition of physical strength.

But now it is discovered that in a Cuju match, there are also many strategists.

Guozijian and Jinyiwei fight for physique, using their own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths, but it is not yet known who will win the battle.

Because Brother Yang pointed out a brand new path that they had never imagined before.

Immediately, the young man was full of pride, his eyes sparkled and he was eager to fight.

Cheng Cheng, who was classified as a central defender, was not very happy: "I agree with this method, but Brother Yang, I have also played for many years. Why do you only let me be a central defender?"

His level of Cuju is one of the best in the entire Imperial College, and He Zhiyang asked him to pass the ball?

Wouldn't that be overkill?

And the people on the field don't understand the way, they only see who's son Lang scored the goal, the scenery is theirs, and what can he show off as a central defender?Only exhausted and sweating profusely.

"Do you think it's easy to be a central defender?" He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows and said, "Connecting the front and rear courts, you can advance or retreat. Besides, there are only you and Feng Jing in the central defender, so the task to bear is naturally heavier."

"After all, he's not the one to score goals." Cheng Cheng muttered, "Why should I help others dribble and let others steal the limelight?"

The others he was talking about were naturally the three forwards including He Zhiyang.

"It's not someone else, it's a teammate." He Zhiyang insisted on being patient: "Right now you are not participating in the competition alone, but our entire team is going to compete with Jin Yiwei. We will win and we will lose."

Cheng Cheng snorted coldly. He was already sixteen or seventeen years old. In fact, everyone understands the truth, it just depends on whether they are willing to do it or not.

No matter how nicely He Zhiyang said it, didn't he put himself in the forward position?

Cheng Cheng thought for a while and said, "I can also score goals, why not let me be a forward."

"I have played dozens of games with you. The reason why you can score goals is due to your skillful dribbling over people on the way. This is your strength, but why don't you score many goals? Every time you come to the goal, you are already exhausted. At this time, if you pass the ball to the team members, wouldn't our team's results be better?" He Zhiyang frowned and said, "Besides, if the team loses, what's the use of scoring ten goals by yourself?"

No matter what others think, in He Zhiyang's eyes, no matter whether it is a forward or a defender, everyone is on the court with the same goal, and there is no distinction between good and bad.

The reason why He Zhiyang placed himself in the forward position was also because he had been in this position all year round and was good at attacking.

Otherwise, why should he fight for such a laborious job?

Wouldn't it be nice to lie down and win?

Cheng Cheng was very disdainful in his heart, he admitted that He Zhiyang was right, but he has been playing cuju for many years, but now he is being taught by He Zhiyang to be a man with an arrogant face?

Why?

And those camp layouts, he didn't see any sophistication, but he felt that He Zhiyang probably wanted others to pass the ball to him.

Isn't this only allowed to score goals by himself, and let others be his passers-by?

He wouldn't do the stupid thing of making wedding dresses for others!

It's just that seeing all the classmates beaming with joy and full of confidence, I don't want to say much, so I can only temporarily bury my resentment in my heart.

There are several wooden piles one meter apart in the shooting garden. He Zhiyang directly used local materials to let the students practice the basic skills of zigzag around the piles here.

Dribbling around the pile can be a good way to practice the ability to control the ball. After you are proficient, you can add some movements you want to practice, which is very suitable for people at all stages.

After everyone has practiced their own ball control and dribbling, and then form a team to practice cooperation and cooperation, it is the safest and most powerful.

He Zhiyang said seriously: "Don't underestimate these wooden stakes, first practice basic skills here, and then it's not too late to go to the Cuju venue."

Everyone looked at these unattractive wooden stakes with doubts on their faces. Naturally, Cuju would go to a special Cuju field. This place...can it be done?

He Zhiyang saw everyone's doubts, and said with a smile: "Don't look at the fact that there are only a few stakes here, it's much more difficult than you think while controlling the ball and zigzag."

"Zigzag around?" Feng Jing was very happy, and said with a smile: "Okay, write our brother Yang's name on the court."

Seeing that most of his classmates were stunned, He Zhiyang simply showed them a demonstration by dribbling the ball around the pile and doing a few practice moves. He Zhiyang is also good at Cuju, but his painting style is completely different from Jin Yiwei's ferocious attack. In an instant, the kick ball seemed to be given life, and it dexterously stuck to the arch of his foot, leaving no chance for others to take advantage of it.

Watching He Zhiyang play football, one can only feel that practicing Cuju is an extremely easy and pleasing thing.

Although they have never touched wooden stakes to circle the ball, they instantly realized that practicing alone can actually improve their ball control ability more than swarming Cuju.

There is no cuju field, and in the simple shooting garden, the teenagers who are eager to win the World War I go around and practice.

In the past, they just regarded Cuju as a lively and interesting pastime.

Today I suddenly realized that in the Cuju arena, it is to fight side by side, and it is also a practice experience alone.

From sunset to sunset, until the sky is full of stars.

Until the vision was blurred under the thin moonlight, and they could no longer see the whole direction of the ball, several people left reluctantly, and agreed to practice after class tomorrow.

They have long wanted to compete with Jin Yiwei, but the difference is so great that even hard work is futile.

Seeing the dawn now, if you hadn't fought hard, you would naturally regret it.

The teenagers practiced hard for a few days, and their basic skills have improved by leaps and bounds. They are going to play a few games together to practice their feet.

Fortunately, Huo Yao's family has a small Cuju field, and there are not many people there, so the venue can be considered as a solution.

After a hearty battle, He Zhiyang wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and asked Huo Yao for the enemy's battle report: "How is Jin Yiwei doing?"

After all, I have never played against each other before, so it is inevitable that I am a little uneasy.

"They are no different from before, they just play a few rounds when they are interested."

As soon as Huo Yao finished speaking, Li Ji and the others couldn't help but sulk flashed across their faces.

Jin Yiwei didn't pay much attention to this matter, which is evident in his contempt for the Imperial College.

The corners of He Zhiyang's lips rose, and he said with a light smile, "Success, let's make them proud for a few more days."

Now the Guozijian is not what it used to be. Several people cooperate and rely on each other when they play football, and they score goals quickly and accurately.

If Jin Yiwei does not advance, he will retreat. Let's see in a few days.

"That's right." Huo Yao said again: "They don't practice well, but they really regard this agreement as a big deal. Yesterday, they specially reported to the Holy Majesty, saying that the two schools held a Cuju competition to celebrate Shangyuan, and the Holy Majesty agreed-- My father happened to be by Your Majesty's side at that time, and he just told me today that His Majesty will issue an edict in a few days."

He Zhiyang said slowly: "Cuju to celebrate Shangyuan? It's interesting, and His Majesty will be honored to attend. We really need to thank the neighbor next door."

They were really worried about what to do, they never thought that Jin Yiwei personally pulled over the noodles.

Of course, if you think about it with your kneecaps, you can see that Jin Yiwei's behavior is still trying to use the name of "good relationship between the two schools" to make the Imperial College lose face in public.

Guozijian took a deep breath, not only practiced hard after class, but also got up early in the morning, and squeezed out half an hour to practice before morning reading.

He Zhiyang simply lived in the school, and did not return to the uncle's residence for more than ten days.

As soon as he returned to the mansion that day, Ren Anbo stopped He Zhiyang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said, "Yang'er, I heard that you guys are going to have a kick with Jin Yiwei?"

Unexpectedly, even his father knew about it.

He Zhiyang nodded: "Yes, His Majesty wants to inspect it himself."

"Your Majesty mentioned this matter when he was in court, and he also said that seeing you young people know how to cooperate forward and backward, there is hope for the future!" Ren Anbo nodded, and said with a smile: "At that time, I was afraid that you would be arrogant and willful, and frequently clashed with Jin Yiwei. I thought the relationship would be passable on the surface.”

In the eyes of most noble families, if the two parties can play and learn together on the Cuju field, the relationship must be overestimated.

He Zhiyang didn't bother to refute, and followed his father's words: "Yes, the Imperial College and Jin Yiwei have a very good relationship, especially Qiao Yue, the son of the command envoy, who calls me brother and brother. How about I ask him to come to our uncle's house for a casual meal some other day?"

The frequency of Ren Anbo's hand waving suddenly seemed to be doubled: "No need, our uncle's house is too small to entertain the distinguished guests of Jinyiwei!"

He talked about a good relationship, but he didn't want to really get into a relationship in his heart.

He Zhiyang had seen through his father a long time ago, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Your elder brother is going with me too." Ren Amber was full of joy: "I heard that many noble girls from aristocratic families will also go, so don't just focus on Cuju, pay more attention."

He Zhiyang was startled, and was about to speak, when his father said again: "I heard that the Qiao family is very good at kicking youngsters, take this opportunity to show your face, I don't know how many noble girls want to marry... It's a pity, why? Is it Cuju, not a poetry competition..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly remembered that his son Shiwen couldn't make it to the stage either, so Ren Amber shut his mouth in embarrassment.

He Zhiyang immediately stood up: "Dad, don't worry, with your son standing in the way, his face is not easy to show!"