My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Li Ailing said: "Huaxia's women's football is in the middle-upper level, but the men's football performance is a bit poor! Your jumping power is so strong, the strength of your legs must be stronger. I love football and find you talented today. I must train you!"

"I am a big country in China, a population of more than one billion. Men's football has a small country that can't beat tens of millions of people. It has become a joke in the world. It is sad to think of it." Li Ailing said, "I don't have talents in China." But the talent has not been discovered."

"Thousands of people grab a ball and can't use their hands. I don't think there is any meaning at all." However, Xiao Fei said that he doesn't like football a little.

"I don't even like football?" Li Ailing asked strangely, saying that she did not understand the fact that boys didn't like football.

"He doesn't like it, just doesn't understand it." Zhu Xiaojie said.

"I can see it." Li Ailing said, "Football is a very interesting sport, blood, up. And there are still many skills, you see me!"

After that, Li Ailing took a football from the equipment basket and threw it on the ground, then began to kick. She is a professional football player and it is certainly fun to play. And playing fancy football, all kinds of ball, knee around the ball, it is like playing acrobatics.

Double scripts are not as flexible as hands, but Li Ailing's feet are more flexible than their hands. A lot of tricks to play, dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

The girls on the side looked at it and couldn’t help but cheer up.

Football, can still play like this! ? Xiao Fei was also attracted. And he feels that his legs are very powerful, and playing these skills seems to exercise his power of control. If you learn it, it will be of great benefit to your own martial arts.

Just like using a sharp sword to play a piece of tofu, but also to make the tofu not bad, there is a taste of Tai Chi inside.

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After feeling that football may be good for himself, Xiao Fei intends to learn. Others playing football are afraid that the power is too small, but he is afraid of too much power.

"I will try it!" Xiao Fei said.

When I heard Xiao Fei want to try it, Zhu Xiaojie took a football from the equipment basket and threw it at Xiao Fei. Xiao Fei kicked it.

boom!

The football was like a cannonball and was hit by the sky!

"Flying less, you are playing so high, is you trying to get the plane down?" Zhu Xiaokou snarled. After a full minute, the football fell. And with the football falling down, there is a bird, the feathers are messy, the wings are spread, and after a few struggles, they die.

Xiao Fei kicked the football and killed the birds.

This power! Li Ailing was stunned again. After a while, I said, "Xiao Fei, you must pay attention to controlling your own strength."

"I have control!" Xiao Fei said. He seems to think that if he can train football well, he can even improve the realm of martial arts. A thousand-legged leg, to play a little football, how precise the control!

Just like those that are often played on TV shows, use a dozens of tons of excavators to extinguish a candle.

After a while, Xiao Fei finally mastered some of the control powers, at least not to kick the football into the sky. Seeing Xiao Fei like this, Li Ailing nodded with satisfaction.

Then said, "Football, the ultimate goal is to score. So those fancy football, basically useless. Only kick the football into the opponent's net, it is a score."

After seeing the falling football, he volleyed his volley and kicked the football directly into the goal on the court. The goalkeeper student on the court also made a save action, but because of the angle that Li Ailing played too hard, the goalkeeper couldn't even touch the ball.

The goalkeeper turned his head and looked at the direction of the football. The heart sighed. It was the ball that the teacher played. No wonder I couldn’t get it. If Xiao Fei kicks, it is estimated that even the goal can't be touched.

"Do you want to score? It's very simple." Xiao Fei finished, but also a volley. The football was like a cannonball, and it rushed into the net nest. Then he hit the football online and made the ball sway for a while.

He has been controlling the power to play the ball just now. It seems that there is a suffocating stagnation in his heart, which makes him very uncomfortable. This foot kicked out strongly, giving him a feeling of venting, feeling very comfortable.

The goal-keeper, who never looked back, saw his goal fall again. At the same time scared a cold sweat. Such a big force, if you play on yourself, it is estimated that you will kick yourself.

At the same time, he also knew that the ball was kicked by Xiao Fei, and his heart was shocked. Xiao Feijin's ball seems to be harder to defend than the teacher, and there is a taste that he dares not to defend.

"Good!" Li Ailing couldn't help but cheer up. Xiao Fei's foot, without any skill, is not a banana ball, it is pure power.

Anyway, being able to score is wonderful!

And a few girls on the side of the crowd, also cheered. The teacher said yes, they also said good. Although they don't know football skills, they can understand the goals and also like the followers.

"Xiao Fei, now there are ten minutes away from class." Li Ailing looked at the watch and said to him. "Do you want to play with your classmates for a while? Football is a collective sport after all, and sports can enhance friendship."

"Okay!" said Xiao Fei.

Upon hearing Xiao Fei agree, Li Ailing went to the football field and then whistled. "Classmates, you pause."

So a dozen male students stopped playing and came to her side.

"Every classmate, how many times are you now?" Li Ailing asked.

"0 to 0." A boy named Jiang Fei replied.

"You are playing halftime. Anyway, you don't pay attention to the number. Now Xiao Fei and Zhu Xiaojie are going to join. You can choose one on both sides."

Do you want to kick fat paper? The students suddenly laughed. He was so fat and ran. Compared to Xiao Fei who wants to join, they obviously hate fat paper.

"Teacher, anyway, my team doesn't want him," said a boy. Zhu Xiaojie is going to play, and it is estimated that not only will it not help, but it will become cumbersome.

"I don't want him to be a team." Jiang Fei also said. He is the best player in the high school, and should be regarded as the honorary captain of the team, but still can not join the school team.

"This is what you are wrong with." Li Ailing said, "Everyone is a classmate. How can you discriminate against a defective classmate?"