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Everyone's eyes were glued to the ball inside the goal. The entire stadium was dead silent.

Three seconds later, the first round of cheers rang out. Young Master Zheng boldly shouted, running with his legs crossed as if he was used to being kicked by the legs, as if this was the only way to vent the excitement in his heart.

"I got in, I got in, I got in!" "Yea!" With a speed of 100 meters, he ran to Jiang Wuchen's side and pounced on him.

At this moment, Pei Soong and the rest also reacted, they shouted excitedly and ran over to the side together to push Young Master Zheng down into the grass.

This ball was too sudden. No one dared to think about it. In the end, it was a success. The successful creator was the class' imbecile, the goalkeeper's substitute.

This ball's significance was too great. It had changed the record of how high school students of Class 12 never scored in the past three years. He ruthlessly hit the faces of those students who looked down on Class 12.

Brilliant, unparalleled, and priceless, this ball could definitely be ranked as one of the ten great balls in the history of Violet Middle School.

At this moment, the eleven members of Team Arhat laid on the ground, Pei Soong was so excited that he cried out. As a sports student, he was extremely strong.

Zhong Zhenzhen and LEE Lee who were in the spectator stands shouted and cheered. Class 12 was the best.

This ball was even recorded by Zhong Zhenzhen and was sent to Class 12's group. In an instant, the group exploded, and all the students responded in succession. Those "good students" also ran over to the Western Stadium to celebrate.

As for the side of the second class, it was dead silent. Until now, Ye Feng still had not reacted, it was impossible, impossible, how could she score?

He took the initiative to run over to the referee and seek confirmation, "Referee, the time is past. It's over!"

The referee glanced at him snappily, then looked at his watch, "There's still half a minute before the injury recovery period. Take a look for yourself?"

"Eh? "This …" As if he was struck by lightning, Ye Feng's chest hurt, as if he was hit by a car. He was unable to breath, and he sat on the ground to rest.

Immediately, a classmate came over to help him straighten his legs.

The main referee blew his whistle. In the last two minutes, Ye Feng stood up strongly.

The students of the second class had already given up. Each of them shook their heads regretfully and left with their heads hanging low.

"There's still time, let's win it back." Ye Feng loudly encouraged his men, but unfortunately, his voice was extremely pale.

When the two sides returned to the field, Young Master Zheng was so excited that tears were flowing down his cheeks. At this moment, it was not easy to get victory, and Class 2 could not possibly get a goal.

Two minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng left the stadium in regret and grief. He did not dare to turn his head, his face was burning with embarrassment.

The students of Class 12 threw Young Master Zheng up together to celebrate. Without a doubt, he was the best in the entire competition.

At this moment, his excitement could no longer be described with words.

"After school, Hell's Bar. Everyone has to go since I'm treating." Young Master Zheng said excitedly: "This is my high school, no no no, this is the first time in my life I've ever scored a goal. I won't go home until I'm drunk."

"I won't leave until I'm drunk!" The students cheered together.

With such an excited mood, he needed to drink a glass of beer to celebrate.

By the time they left, the sky was already dark. Young Master Zheng, Pei Soong, Lao Hei and Fei Loong all had cars, a dozen of people sat in four cars and rushed to Hell Bar.

The bartender saw that Jiang Wuchen had arrived and immediately welcomed him warmly.

They didn't know, and thought it was Young Master Zheng's face.

A dozen people asked for a large box. Young Master Zheng ordered over a hundred bottles of beer and started drinking.

At this moment, everyone's emotions were agitated. Pei Soong held onto a bottle of wine and a cigarette, "I'm guilty, who would have known that Wen Xi had hidden her true identity, and had hibernated in class for two years. Luckily, she managed to get on the stage today, otherwise, she would have buried her talents."

Lao Hei also said: "Wen Xi, that kick of yours was too coquettish, it was simply unparalleled. I dare say that kick was definitely the best goal this year."

Young Master Zheng was grinning from ear to ear, excited to the point of drooling, "I haven't done well enough." His moved eyes looked around, and finally saw Jiang Wuchen in the corner.

Jiang Wuchen had performed well in this match, so naturally, he was left in the lackey's lackeys.

"Actually, none of you know. The only reason I have this day, is all because of the Brother Chen. Without him, I would not have my current self." The Young Master Zheng said.

The students disagreed, as they could not understand what Jiang Wuchen had done to the Young Master Zheng. They thought that he was just comforting the Young Master Zheng in his heart.

Fei Loong looked at Jiang Wuchen in dissatisfaction, and said: Wen Xi, you do not need to be modest, in short, no one could have guessed in the past, you are actually an expert at posturing.

"Eh? "This …" Young Master Zheng scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.

"However, this time it's all thanks to Jiang Wuchen, if not for him hurting your legs, you wouldn't be able to fight, and we wouldn't be able to witness such a miracle." Lao Hei scoffed.

Young Master Zheng hurriedly said: "It's not what you think, this is all taught to me by Brother Chen. In fact, all of those balls came from my hands, and the powerful kick was also given to me by Brother Chen."

It would be better if Young Master Zheng did not explain. The more he explained, the more people would not listen.

There's no meaning in staying here any longer, so Jiang Wuchen decided to leave. Looking at his retreating back, Zhong Zhenzhen shook his head regretfully, "Not only are you weak and cowardly, you're also arrogant and can't stand being spoken to by others, who do you think you are? "How disgusting …"

Outside the private box, Ghost Sister and Bazi were outside. When they saw Jiang Wuchen walking over, they immediately went up to him.

Jiang Wuchen waved his hand, "The school's students have come to celebrate, there's nothing going on."

After that, the three of them went to the second floor's private room. Ghost Sister took out his precious red wine, he realized that Jiang Shi's passion for foreign wine was not as high as for red wine, especially for older people.

The first time he brought out the wine to show that he had been slapped in the face, Ghost Sister had already paid attention to a lot of it. As long as it was wine for Jiang Shi, he would personally buy it.

Waving the red wine in his cup, Jiang Wuchen sat on the soft couch, "Have you sent the challenge letter over yet?"

Ghost Sister said: "It has already been sent over, so Mi Family people should have already received it. Jiang Shi, to be honest, I am truly a little worried and afraid. "

"Afraid of losing?" Jiang Wuchen laughed.

The Ghost Sister nodded.

"If I, Jiang Wuchen do not fight a battle with no preparation, losing is impossible!"

"Can Mi Hsinghee become the master of Mi Family?" Bazi asked.

"I don't know about that. How are you doing these past two days?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

Bazi was extremely excited, Jiang Shi actually took the initiative to ask about his cultivation, and was concerned with him. He lectured him, and immediately said: "In the past two days, I have already become proficient in completing the Internal Strength's great circulation, and the Azure Dragon Art is also proficient in using it freely."

"Yes." Jiang Wuchen nodded his head, there was a knock on the door, and a guard ran in: "Ghost Sister, Brother Bazi, Jiang Shi's friends are fighting with him."