The Joy of Rebirth

"I'm welcome from Class 12." Ye Bihuang smiled and walked forward. There was indeed one less person in Class 12. It seemed that he just made up the numbers on weekdays, otherwise he wouldn't always be beaten by his own class.

The squad leader of Class 12 turned around and saw Ye Bihuang, and said with a smile: "Who am I supposed to be? Isn't this Ye Bihuang? Why, you also play football."

"Yes, but my classmates didn't know my strength, so they abandoned me and asked me to come to you. How about you? Take me under your wing." Ye Bihuang pretended to be pitiful.

The monitor of Class 12 nodded and said: "No problem, we happen to have one less person in our class, but you can't play match-fixing." Facing Ye Bihuang, he didn't have much confidence in his heart. This was a well-known bully in the school. Last time, he destroyed the whole school. The most powerful one was overthrown, and all the opponent's heavyweights were knocked down. This guy was too fierce in fighting, so he couldn't afford to offend him. Didn't he just want to kick a ball? It wouldn't matter if he just kicked him once. .

"No problem, if they don't like me, I'll make them regret it, hehe." Ye Bihuang started to smile evilly.

In Class 12, there are Song Qiang, the sports committee member of their class, Jiang Guogang, the class president, and two boys, Qiu Bin and Sun Chengpeng, who are not very good at studying.

Now including Ye Bihuang, there are exactly five people.

A football rolled over from the side, and Ye Bihuang stopped it with one kick.

"Hey, buddy, kick the ball over here." The boys over there shouted loudly. They were also playing 5V5 on a small field. It looked like they had been playing for a while. Everyone was covered in sweat and panting.

Ye Bihuang kicked the ball and hit the schoolbag side of the goal with a bang. The ball drew an arc and landed in front of the goal, spinning hard.

"Damn, you're so stupid."

"It's a bit blind."

There was a lot of excitement over there, and there was a burst of shouting.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose, turned around and walked into the stadium. Everyone was ready to continue.

Anyway, everyone just came down to have fun, exercise, get a feel for the ball, and prepare for the Winter Games, so no one took it as a serious matter, and whoever served first was decided by guessing.

Of course, Class 12 sent out squad leader Jiang Guogang, while Class 11 sent out Lee Kuan Yew. Seeing this, Ye Bihuang scratched his head helplessly. It would be better to let Lee Kuan Yew do the guessing game than just let Class 12 serve.

Sure enough, Lee Kuan Yew lost, very thoroughly, his paper versus Chiang Guogang's scissors.

Class 12 served, Jiang Guogang dribbled the ball forward. He had good kicking skills and was dribbling in small steps. Liu Zhichao was shorter and faster, and stood in front of Jiang Guogang, intending to steal the ball.

At the same time, Qiao Yifei from Class 11 also quickly stepped forward and formed a pincer attack with Liu Zhichao to deal with Jiang Guogang.

Jiang Guogang was under heavy pressure and stopped moving after taking two steps with the ball. He could only dribble on the spot and even almost lost the ball two or three times.

Lee Kuan Yew and Sun Cheng Peng were about the same size, but Lee Kuan Yew was stronger and Sun Cheng Peng was thinner.

Qiao Yonglei is guarding Song Qiang. Both of them are flexible ball handlers. They are shorter, have the same speed, and have similar builds.

Li Yong was carrying Qiu Bin. Both of them were thick and medium-sized, and they sounded like they were equally matched.

Ye Bihuang was helpless. He was simply ignored. The other party didn't send anyone to guard him at all.

He trotted all the way to the goal side of Class 11. Anyway, in this 5V5, there was no defender, and there was no one to manage things like offside. Ye Bihuang was going to let Jiang Guogang pass the ball to him, and then instantly volleyed the goal.

"Jiang Guogang, pass the ball to me." Ye Bihuang shouted.

When Qiao Yifei saw Ye Bihuang running towards his own goal, he hurried back to defend. To a certain extent, he could be regarded as the goalkeeper of Class 11, and he could guard the ball with his hands within the goal range.

Jiang Guogang glanced at Ye Bihuang, turned his head with no expression on his face, found Sun Chengpeng, and dribbled the ball to Sun Chengpeng's feet.

Sun Chengpeng rushed left and right with the ball, but he saw that Lee Kuan Yew, who was good at football, was stunned and couldn't find the ball. Just when Sun Chengpeng was about to kick the ball, Qiao Yonglei and Song Qiang came in instantly, disrupting Sun Chengpeng's kick. ball plan.

In desperation, Sun Chengpeng had to pass the ball to Song Qiang when he passed by Song Qiang. Song Qiang did not dare to dribble the ball under the strong pressure of Lee Kuan Yew, and handed the ball to Qiu who was on the side. Bin.

Perhaps because he passed the ball too fast, Qiu Bin was stunned and made a mistake while dribbling the ball, but Li Yong stole the ball.

"I rely on you, Qiu Bin, cheer up." Seeing Qiu Bin's mistake, Jiang Guogang cursed and ran towards his goal. At the same time, Sun Chengpeng and Song Qiang also quickly chased Li Yong, while Qiu Bin was The gazes of several people made them lower their heads and did not dare to raise their heads.

Ye Bihuang saw that these people didn't pass the ball to him at all. There was such a good gap. If he passed the ball to him, wouldn't he be able to score instantly? Thinking of this, he felt a little depressed, so he stood there blankly and looked at both sides. Grab the ball like a spectator.

Li Yong was extremely excited when he got the ball. His speed was increased to the limit. He had not exercised just now. There was too much energy in his body that needed to be evaporated. In addition, there would never be a second chance like this. This opportunity was not to be missed. Don't come again, watch me kick.

In a flash of lightning, Li Yong rushed to the wicket of Class 12, touched his foot gently, and the ball slowly ran forward.

"Brush," Song Qiang's foot passed by the ball. He lost his center of gravity and kept rushing forward. Unfortunately, he misjudged the strength of Li Yong's kick and was too far forward, so he failed to kick the ball.

A black line crossed Ye Bihuang's forehead, and sure enough, the ball went in very easily.

"Yeah, I'm in." Li Yong jumped up and clenched his fists, looking excited.

Qiao Yifei stepped forward and high-fived him, followed by Qiao Yonglei, Lee Kuan Yew and Liu Zhichao.

Li Yong walked to Ye Bihuang with a smile on his face and said with a smile on his face: "I say Bihuang, you don't have to be so dedicated when you are an undercover agent for our class. You just stand still. This is too obvious. When you can move, you should move a little bit." It’s good to move.”

Naturally, Ye Bihuang could hear that this was a teasing tone, and his expression was too irritating. Ye Bihuang touched his nose and spread his hands: "Okay, since you asked me to move, I will run a little bit later. Down."

"Brother Huang, you just stood there and didn't play football." Lee Kuan Yew knew that Ye Bihuang was very strong, but he just ran for half a game and then stood still. Such behavior made him very confused.

"Didn't you see that they didn't pass the ball to me? I'm so depressed." Ye Bihuang cursed in a low voice, "Okay, if they don't pass the ball to me, I'll grab the ball myself and let them see what I'm doing." With your strength, I will shut up when the time comes."

"Hehe." Lee Kuan Yew chuckled and ran towards his goal.

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