Golden Greenery

What are you? Where are you from What are you going to do?

The 24-year-old England international goalkeeper Jordan Pickford looked at the unknown thing roaring towards him and couldn't help but ask three questions from his soul.

The football didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. After showing irregular movements on the three axes of X, Y and Z, it penetrated in from the upper right corner of the goal very accurately.

When it hits the net, the soft net is shaken like a calm lake, undulating in ripples. The sound of waves was passed, and the doorframe made a "buzz~buzz~" sound.

After four buzzes, the football fell from the top of the net. As it collapsed back to the ground, two nylon braided ropes with a honeycomb mesh broke silently.

Pickford stood dumbfounded among the bells ringing on the doorframe, raising his hands with his palms facing the sky, making him look like a devout monk.

The ball went in and the score was tied at 3:3. Others, including teammates, spectators and TV viewers, could only marvel at how fast the ball was. It seemed that as soon as it left Zhuo Yang's feet, it entered the goal there. Only Pickford De knew what he saw.

As powerful as the Trisolaran Man, he cannot figure out the movement trajectory of the Three-Body Star. As humble as Pickford, he is like a dog looking at the stars.

The movement trajectory of the three-body star is unpredictable, but its center of mass is always stable. The football trajectory of the three-body shot is also irregular, but its goal is clear, pointing to the blind spot farthest from the goalkeeper as Zhuoyang wished.

The three-body star brings destruction, and the three-body shot interprets forgiveness. Zhuo Yang is kind-hearted. If it weren't for not hurting the goalkeeper, he wouldn't actually need to be so meticulous about excellence.

Opening his eyes, Zhuo Yang looked up at the white night sky of St. Petersburg.

From the fairy passing to the eye of the sky, from the musical fantasy to the dead ghost riding, from the dark shot to the three-body goal, this is a football reincarnation that lasts for more than ten years.

After reincarnation, his football career was complete.

There is no one before, and there will be no one in the future, unless there is someone who is also a 3Q master, and has also experienced a magical six-hundred-year dream.

At this time, the mortals who were shocked once again burst into cheers.

The world felt the magical rhythm of music from the dead ghost's sudden ride, and saw the violent world of martial arts from the three-body breaking door. They saw God in the man surrounded by red in the field.

Zhuoyang is not a god;

He doesn't have the ability to move mountains and reclaim seas, nor can he turn rocks into gold. He just knows a little football, a little piano, and a little martial arts.

There are many people who know how to play football, but Pele and Maradona can’t play the piano, and they can’t even play chess;

There are many people who can play the piano, but Beethoven, Chopin, and Mozart can't fight. If someone quarrels on the street, they will walk around;

There are also many people who are good at martial arts. Huang Laoxie is a wizard. He knows everything except football. He finds it annoying when there are too many people. He would rather transform a huge field lawn into a garden with strange rocks or a peach blossom array.

An Jin is such a good thing, Zhuo Yang admired in his heart. He can fight and score goals, he can beautify his face and heal his injuries, and he can also win over his brave and capable wife in a fierce battle all night long, despite repeated defeats. Especially this last point makes Zhuo Yang very proud.

Thinking of this, he pulled away the crowd of teammates and couldn't help but look in the direction of Kou Kou in the stands, using his hands to show a burning heart.

Coco was much more innocent than her husband. She didn't know that the dog was thinking about a boudoir date, so she innocently bent her hands over her head and responded with a holy heart.

Without being reminded by his teammates, Zhuoyang also knew that he had scored his 15th goal of the tournament, and Fontaine's 13-goal record would be even more quickly forgotten.

Zhuoyang has always been very enthusiastic about breaking records, especially scoring records, but he was really not too excited today. Faced with the joy of breaking through the century-old cage of football, a mere sixty-year record is insignificant.

Only after his teammates reminded him did Zhuo Yang know that the score was even.

The Chinese team, whose strength was suppressed and whose core boss was acting crazy, fell behind by three goals in the first half, but suddenly reversed the situation. It was very sudden.

"Captain, it's a draw, do we want to win?"

"What kind of bullshit are you asking? If you don't pursue victory when playing games, what are you doing with your life?"

Wu Lei: "..."

Captain, Brother Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo, Grandpa Zhuo, you know you have to win the game. What have you been doing for more than an hour just now...

The team god returned, and Lei Zi was filled with energy again. He glanced at the opposite side with hateful eyes.

"Brother,...you are suffocating me to death. It depends on me next. Allah will not spare the British guy."

Zhuoyang nodded happily: "Very good, what I appreciate most about you is your fighting spirit to never give up. Come on, Leizi!"

After being encouraged, Lei Zi seemed to be full of gas, and then he saw the sign on the sidelines that the Chinese team's No. 11 had replaced No. 7.

Leizi: "..."

He died before his ambition was fulfilled, and You Deshui replaced Wu Lei.

In this way, except for the main goalkeeper Yan Junlin of the Chinese team, the rest of the main players who can move are on the court, which clearly shows Sforza's determination to win.

Zhuo Yang's awakening has explained everything. Brother Zha was laughing so hard, Yang Chen was so happy that he was jumping sideways like a crab.

But the protagonist, who has attracted much attention, is a little speechless at this moment.

From very early on, Zhuo Yang has been labeled as having his own 1:0 function, because he can always score goals, often more than one or two.

But no matter whether he is a king, a monster or a big devil, Zhuo Yang also has many games where he does not score a goal. It is not uncommon for him to have no results.

But starting from today, Zhuoyang knew very well that as long as his condition allowed and he had mastered the two major plug-ins of dead ghost riding and three-body scoring, whether he could score a goal or not became purely a question of whether he was willing or not.

The bastard wouldn't want to.

Whether you can score a goal in the game has nothing to do with who the opponent is, what level the opponent is, what formation, and what tactics. It has nothing to do with any of this. It has nothing to do with the formation and tactics of your teammates. As for yourself, it has nothing to do with it.

From playing wild football in his youth to discovering the truth of football now, this is also reincarnation. I finally made football a personal game. Football is indeed an individual sport.

However, the Sky Eye Pass, the Dead Ghost Riding and the Three Body Breaker are invincible, but they are not omnipotent.

England has panicked, but the team of the South Gate official has always been undecided when faced with trouble, and will defend first. The 3-5-2 wing-back tactic has been blown away, and defense is also England's specialty.

Beating them with one more goal, with less than ten minutes remaining, was possible but difficult.

Zhuoyang is invincible, but the three-body attack requires the same skill cooldown as the Dead Ghost Cavalry. With two powerful shots, the hidden energy stored in Zhuoyang's dantian has been released.

In a six-hundred-year-old dream world, the rich and ubiquitous vitality of heaven and earth can be replenished at any time. Practicing internal strength is to practice the scale and speed of absorbing and storing vitality. In a fight between masters, the energy will not be exhausted unless the fight lasts for a day and a night.

But in today's real world, vitality is as thin as a vacuum, and containing it is like containing a fart from three days ago on the playground.

Zhuoyang is not a god, and even though he has great abilities, he cannot quickly recharge them when they are so thin, nor can he memorize the "Nine Yin Manual" backwards.

Therefore, at this time, Zhuo Yang returned to normal playing state, but he could only lead the team in his mortal state to knock England's turtle lid.

You have to be careful of others' counterattacks.

Offense in positional warfare has never been the Chinese team's strength, but counterattack prevention is; defensive positional warfare has never been the Chinese team's weakness, defense and counterattack are.

Therefore, the rest of the game was quite awkward and both sides were on tenterhooks.

While Zhuoyang was directing the team to attack and defend, he was thinking about what other unique skills he had.

Besides piano and martial arts, what other great powers do I have?

like! There is no doubt that love is my strongest point. Without love, everything becomes meaningless.

So, in the midst of his busy schedule, he gave Kou Kou a favor like a lunatic, which made her have to quickly return a bigger one, which was inexplicable.

Love is of course the greatest, but love cannot be used to generate electricity, nor can it be used to play football.