Fox in the Penalty Area

"Hu Lai! I heard that you scored three goals in last Saturday's game?!"

When Hu Lai walked into the corridor on the second floor where the classroom was located, someone in the next class saw him and yelled.

"That's right, a hat trick!" Hu Leon said in a very proud tone.

"Nice!" Someone gave him a thumbs up.

"Hu Lai, can we still go to the national competition this time?"

"Then you must be able to go!" Hu Lai replied in a very determined tone.

"Hu Lai Hu Lai, what is the meaning of your celebration?"

"Holly!"

"Hu Lai..."

The corridor was not long, but when Hu Lai walked through here and walked to the door of his classroom, shouts like this could be heard endlessly.

It was like walking in a corridor installed with sensor lights, as he walked, the lights lit up one by one in front of him.

As for Hu Lai, he walked past everyone's attention with his head held high. He really enjoyed the feeling of being watched with admiration by others. In the previous sixteen years of his life, there were not many such moments, or almost none.

This was the scene he had dreamed of more than once before joining the school team.

Now it has finally come true.

So why I was so obsessed with joining the school team at the beginning, maybe I wanted to gain recognition and praise through football.

He felt that the short corridor was like the red carpet before he boarded the throne, and those students were like princes and ministers standing on both sides of the red carpet.

Under the gaze of these people, he will be crowned king.

Seeing his smug look, a shadowy figure in the corner of the classroom in Class 2 and 2 of Senior High snorted.

"God wants to make people perish, he must first make them crazy! Get carried away, and you are not far from falling!"

he whispered.

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It's another Saturday,

In the stands of the Dongchuan Middle School Stadium, the students cheered thunderously, and their shouts could even pass through the fence and spread to the road outside.

And those passers-by who pass outside the campus wall of Dongchuan Middle School will cast surprised and puzzled eyes in the direction of the school.

But there are some who are no strangers to the scene, especially those who live near the school. They all knew that at this time, the football team of Dongchuan Middle School must be playing against other schools. Such a huge cheer means that Dongchuan Middle School must have scored a goal!

Li Zhiqun stood on the stand, turning his head and looking around in a daze.

Almost everyone around him was raising their arms and shouting the same name:

"Holley! Holly! Holly!"

Amidst their shouts, on the football field, Hu Lai, wearing Dongchuan Middle School's No. 14 jersey, leaped high, turned 180 degrees in the air, crossed his hands on his chest, spread his legs apart and then stabilized. Steady on the turf.

When he landed, the audience cheered to the highest point.

Li Zhiqun seemed to be in a rock star's concert, and everyone around him fell into madness.

He was suddenly a little scared, afraid that he would show a little bit of disdain, and be discovered by these fanatics, and then he would be severely beaten...

From the first year of high school to the second year of high school, he couldn't accept the fact that the person he looked down on became a hero in everyone's mind.

The three goals in the national competition, he can still comfort himself that it was just Hu Lai's shit luck, luck can't go far.

But now, in the new Anton Cup, every goal of Hu Lai can drive the school stadium into a frenzy.

What reason could he find to comfort himself?

luck?

Is it still luck when one can always score goals by luck?

Amidst the surging crowd and surging shouts, Li Zhiqun involuntarily stooped his body, as if this would make him inconspicuous and hide himself...

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"...The Anton Cup ends all of the second round. Thirty-two of the one hundred and twenty-eight participating teams are left. The defending champion Dongchuan Middle School is among them, and they are at home in the second round 3: 1 defeated Tiezhong from Jincheng. In the match, Dongchuan Middle School striker Hu Lai, who scored a hat-trick in the previous round, also scored a goal in this match, helping the team advance to the next round..."

"Team Chen, it's time to play, why are you still watching on your phone?" someone called out from the locker room.

Only then did Chen Xingyi turn off the screen of the phone and put it down, then looked at his teammates with a confused face: "Ah? Are you going to play?"

"Team Chen, you are our captain now, can you act a little bit to make us more confident?" the teammate complained.

Chen Xingyi snorted: "Confidence is not gained by speaking nice words off the court, but by scoring goals."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and waved his hands casually: "Let's go, guys, come out!"

As the locker room door was opened, cheers from outside poured in one after another.

The road to the three consecutive championships of the Shuguang High School football team officially started from this moment.

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"Dongchuan Middle School has won three games in a row. They just defeated Dongchuan No. 8 Middle School 2-0 in an away game. Hu Lai scored in these three games." The assistant coach of Jiaxiang High School said to Feng Yuanchang holding a mobile phone.

The final whistle had just blown for the third round of the Anton Cup over there, and here he received the latest report about Hu Lai on his mobile phone—it was a video about Hu Lai's goal, shot with his mobile phone.

Jiaxiang High School is indeed very concerned about Hu Lai. Every game will be observed against Hu Lai. You can know how Hu Lai performed in this game as soon as possible after the game. Later, he will target Hu Lai in the game performance, generating a slightly more detailed report.

Only Hu Lai in Dongchuan Middle School can enjoy this kind of treatment.

Feng Yuan often looks at the matchup chart on the computer screen.

There is a red line extending upwards from the name of Jiaxiang High School, all the way to the final. You must know that the Anton Cup has only played three rounds now, and the goal of Jiaxiang High School is already the final, as if they will definitely reach the final.

Not far away, there is a blue line extending from Dongchuan Middle School, stopping at the fourth round.

Their opponent in the fourth round will be the winner between Jincheng Yucai Middle School and Furong No. 1 High School.

But neither Yucai Middle School in Jincheng nor No. 1 High School in Furong City should be the opponent of Dongchuan Middle School. Therefore, it is not a big problem for Dongchuan Middle School to successfully enter the fifth round.

If they keep going...

Feng Yuanchang's gaze continued to extend upwards along the thick blue line, and met the red line in the semifinals.

"We will meet them in the semifinals," Feng Yuanchang said. "We can't let him just receive the ball in the penalty area at will. Judging from these three games, he always runs to the open to catch the ball and then completes the shot. The scoring efficiency is quite high, but the scoring method is still too single gone."

Feng Yuan often looked at Hu Lai in the freeze frame and thought of the slightly empty jersey inside. This was one of his deepest impressions of Hu Lai in the last Anton Cup final. Judging from his technical progress, his physical progress is not very obvious. Perhaps Li Ziqiang spent all his time and energy on how to make Hu Lai move better and improve his shooting skills...

"When dealing with him, we can make more use of our physical advantages and interfere with him as much as possible when he receives the ball and shoots."

When he said that, the assistant coach bowed his head and jotted down the head coach's opinion in his notebook.

Feng Yuanchang didn't think there was anything to say at first, but an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he quickly added: "Remember to remind the players that when defending him in the penalty area, you must pay special attention to your hand movements. You must not let him Take the opportunity to make a penalty."

The assistant coach lowered his head and quickly wrote in the notebook:

"Watch out for him diving."