C193 Wonderful Game

The ball flew out with a bang.

"Good ball!" Zheng Guohsing shouted excitedly.

A few School Leader s by the side also nodded their heads in agreement, but the danger wasn't over. Although the ball flew up, it landed at the feet of the opponent's number 10.

Number 10 was a big man with muscular thighs that looked like Carlos. He was one of the four juniors from Class 18. His name was Chen Chao, and his nickname was Marshal Zidane!

He also had a bald head. As the ball fell, he lifted his foot and used the classic Zidane Flying Immortal, kicking heavily onto the soccer ball.

The ball spun and flew straight to the corner of the goal.

As if he had received divine assistance, Young Master Zheng jumped another meter into the air. Reaching out with both of his hands, he firmly held the ball in his arms, rolled on the ground, and ran forward, "Quick, counterattack!" With a loud shout, he ferociously kicked the ball away.

Pei Soong was already prepared, he retreated back to the middle to grab the ball, but the other side had also figured out Class 12, where two tall and big defender on both sides of Pei Soong tightly encircled him.

Just as Pei Soong started to jump, relying on his outstanding physique, he barely managed to touch the ball and allocated it to a midfield player.

In the blink of an eye, the three players nearby charged forward to pincer her.

This person was over 1.85 meters tall, had a face full of pimples, long hair, and wore a Ramos headband on his forehead. He was the free player on the field, and his name was Zhang Lu, nicknamed Zhang Mos.

The four students were number two. They fought several matches in a row to ensure that they wouldn't miss the ball in the back. Zhang Mos had done a great job.

"Haha, I got it." The ball found number 7, who had a flat head and sharp eyes. The most threatening shot just now was aimed at him, and he had a knife scar on his face. His name was Song Xuwen, and he was nicknamed Scar Face Li Beli!

From this nickname alone, one could tell how fast and powerful this person was. With a step forward, he was able to shake off one of the frontlines.

"Damn, this is too fast." The guard from Class 12 looked on dumbly.

Hei Dan was a general in the rear. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the centre-back and the wingback to cooperate and defend.

Number Seven sprinted like a mule, frantically running. His speed was not much slower than Pei Soong's, in just a few speeds he had broken through the defense line of Class 12.

This man had both speed and brains. As soon as he reached the front of the restricted area, he immediately gave the ball to Chitana No.10. Chitane began to act tough.

Number Nine was one of the four great heavenly kings, called Zhao Lei, nicknamed Da Luo. His body was fat, but his strength was great. The work under his feet was meticulous. However, this time, he used a header that was like an iron hammer, smashing the ball towards the goal.

Ah!" Be careful. " Zheng Guohsing stood up again. He couldn't possibly not be nervous during his own son's competition.

With regards to these balls, Young Master Zheng did not put them in his eyes at all.

Zheng Guohsing heaved a sigh of relief and sat down paralyzed on his seat. His back was covered in cold sweat and he immediately took out the pill and consumed it.

"Zheng Dong, your son is too amazing. How did you raise him?" Mr. Zhang came over to flatter her.

Zheng Guohsing smiled faintly and said: "I am an Inherent skill."

Zhang Dong could not help but despise him. He smiled and said, "Yes, that's the only way to explain it. Has Zheng Dong thought of letting him continue studying in football?"

"This... Mostly it's his own will, and I'm usually free and open to the child's development. "

"Many parents can't compare to you on this point. Who doesn't want their children to go to a good university? A good education? "

Hehehe, for me, the child's happiness is the most important thing, he is the son of me, Zheng Guohsing, even if it's a pile of dung, it's also a pile of gold dung, his origin determines everything, other people starting from the starting line, we have already reached the main point, in my life, I will not ask for him to achieve much, just spending anything will not be a problem.

"Yes, yes, yes."

On the field, Young Master Zheng wiped the sweat on his forehead. There were still five minutes left in the first half, he shouted: "Hey, keep your spirits up, pass the ball more!" As he said that, he handed the ball over to Hei Dan.

During this period of time, Class 18 opened and attacked frequently. It was hard to prevent loopholes from appearing.

The reason Class 12 was able to reach its current state was mainly because of the Young Master Zheng's super strong defensive abilities.

In the team, Young Master Zheng had a lot of power and authority. After all, those who saved danger multiple times, no matter how small and short they were, would always be a great figure in everyone's eyes.

When the ball was passed back and forth, Class 18 players went over to snatch it, and Hei Dan passed the ball over to Young Master Zheng.

As a result, the last five minutes were wasted time.

After the first half, each returned to their respective class seats. The head coach pulled the players and shouted out their tactics.

The second half began with Class 12 sending out a small climax. Fei Loong suddenly broke the ball in the front half, and then passed it to Pei Soong. Pei Soong passed Number 5, Zhang Mos, and then shot explosively.

However, in the next twenty minutes, Class 12 only created this threat. The remaining time was completely controlled by Class 18.

The main coach arranged his troops and changed four players in one go. He looked at Jiang Wuchen, unable to make a decision in the end.

He had never interacted with Jiang Wuchen before, not even once. He had absolutely no confidence in Jiang Wuchen, now was not the time for military training.

If he lost even one ball, the whole game would be over.

After the four substitutes were replaced, the results were even worse. These four were all bookworm, unable to withstand physical attacks at all, and were easily knocked over by the four Heavenly Kings of Class 18.

All of a sudden, everyone on the field fell over. Class 12 was utterly defeated by Class 18.

The backfield was in a constant state of emergency and crisis after crisis.

In just 10 minutes, Class 18 had completed 12 shots, 8 of which hit the door frame, six of which posed a huge threat.

If not for Young Master Zheng, Class 12 would have lost the match.

At this moment, Young Master Zheng also started to be unable to hold on. His entire body was drenched in sweat, mainly because of his high concentration.

However, Class 18 was also very nervous at this time. The delay in scoring had made them very anxious and relaxed their defenses, giving them an opportunity to strike.

Jiang Wuchen looked at the four eyes beside him, "Do you want to make a contribution?"

"Huh?" Four Eyes looked at him in surprise.

"How?"

Jiang Wuchen took out a Pill, "Eat it."

"What is this? Em, it shouldn't be anything good. If you really want to make a contribution, why don't you go up? " He rolled his eyes.

Jiang Wuchen immediately stuffed the Pill into his mouth, his four eyes only rolling back in anger.

"Coach, coach, he's going on stage." Jiang Wuchen pushed the four eyes out.