The Joy of Rebirth

Class 11 scored a goal, so Class 11 served. Liu Zhichao passed the ball directly to Li Yong, and Li Yong rushed with the ball.

Not to mention, Li Yong's figure looks very much like Cristiano Ronaldo among football stars. If he cuts his hair, he will look more like him. He is fast and has accurate skills, especially his ability to predict. Just now, If he hadn't anticipated Song Qiang's volley, he might have volleyed with his foot.

The final result was naturally that Song Qiang kicked the ball out, but he predicted Song Qiang's foothold, lightly kicked the ball with his foot, and let the ball move forward slowly, allowing Song Qiang to miss the ball in front. He was so angry that he vomited blood.

This time it was Lee Kuan Yew versus Sun Chengpeng, Qiao Yonglei versus Song Qiang, Qiao Yifei versus Qiu Bin, Liu Zhichao versus Jiang Guogang, Li Yong dribbling the ball all the way, and the entire class 11 was advancing the situation, while Ye Bihuang was ignored by everyone in classes 11 and 12 Yes, ignored it.

Sun Chengpeng may be impatient with the current situation of lagging behind. He turned around and was about to beat the football at Li Yong's feet, but was passed by the opponent with a fake move. At the same time, he passed the ball to Lee Kuan Yew to catch the ball.

Everyone in Class 11 seemed to have received new numbers. Lee Kuan Yew rushed forward with the ball, while the remaining people abandoned their opponents and followed closely.

Lee Kuan Yew roared in a low voice, his speed was very fast, and his foot movements were fierce. Although Jiang Guogang caught up with Lee Kuan Yew and could reach out to hook the ball, he did not dare. Lee Kuan Yew was also a famous violent person in school, and he had fought against many violent men. Man, with such a fierce momentum now, I guess there are not many people in the school who dare to grab the ball head-on.

While he was hesitating, all the players in the field approached the Class 12 goal.

"No." Song Qiang shouted weakly.

Just when all the students in Class 12 were feeling desperate, a dark shadow flashed across the screen. Lee Kuan Yew lost his momentum and the ball under his feet disappeared.

"Holy shit." Lee Kuan Yew yelled and turned around to look, but stopped. It was Ye Bihuang.

I saw that his speed was very fast, and he was already past half time.

"Chase me." Li Yong shouted loudly. He was known for his speed, and Liu Zhichao took the lead. The two of them tried their best to catch up with Ye Bihuang. Unfortunately, these two heroes who are usually known for their speed actually lost today. , I can’t catch up with Ye Bihuang no matter what.

Ye Bihuang walked to the goal, hooked the ball lightly, and the ball went in.

Everyone stared at Ye Bihuang dumbfounded. Li Yong stepped forward and patted Ye Bihuang on the shoulder: "Damn, Bihuang, you are so awesome, you are so damn fast."

Ye Bihuang touched his nose and smiled: "It's okay. Also, don't put your sweaty hands on my shoulders. It's very hot."

"Oh, okay." Li Yong withdrew his hand in an instant. He was still a little afraid of Ye Bihuang. Who didn't know the opponent's reputation? Yang Ziming, the master of fierce fighting, was hospitalized. The school was in a leaderless situation. Thinking, now is A hundred schools of thought contend.

But even if a hundred schools of thought contend, have you ever seen any bastard go to trouble Ye Bihuang? Ye Bihuang doesn't want to be the boss, otherwise he will be the most violent overlord in the school.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "You didn't want me just now, so I made you regret it. There will be a lot of fun to watch next."

Qiao Yonglei said with a smile: "Just brag, you were lucky just now. I know Guangyao's strength and you can't compare to him."

"I" Lee Kuan Yew was about to speak when Ye Bihuang slapped him on the shoulder.

"Since you say so, let's speak with our strength." Ye Bihuang said with a faint smile.

"Ye Bihuang, you are good at playing football." Sun Chengpeng slapped Ye Bihuang, his face was full of smiles, Jiang Guogang and the others also gave Ye Bihuang a thumbs up, and now they finally believed that Ye Bihuang was not an undercover agent.

"It's okay, just barely. They don't believe in my skills, so I'll let them suffer." Ye Bihuang glanced around. Just when he entered the stadium, he had already scanned all the players in the stadium.

After going through it again, copy all their football skills to myself, and then use the advantages

He takes the essence and discards the dross of his skills. Now on the football field, he no longer relies solely on the skills he had in junior high school, nor on the motor nerves he had when he was first reborn. After strengthening his skills, his endurance, speed, and ball dribbling

His skills and overall outlook have all improved qualitatively, not to mention that he can challenge five people alone.

Let's just say that when it comes to 5 vs. 5, as long as his team is there, they will never lose.

The new ball was served by Class 12. Jiang Guogang was in a leadership position in Class 12 and his skills were also good. Sun Chengpeng directly sent the ball to him.

Jiang Guogang's superior skills were not enough, and he shook off Qiao Yifei and Liu Zhichao who were coming up one after another.

Soon, Class 12 rushed to Class 11 and asked for the door. Perhaps because of the opponent's continuous entanglement along the way, Li Yong, Lee Kuan Yew, Qiao Yifei, Qiao Yonglei, and Liu Zhichao had already set up a formation and were waiting at the door.

Originally, the football goal was small, and with the five boys guarding it tightly, there was no chance to kick the ball. If we volleyed hastily, the final result would definitely be a loss of the ball.

"Remember to give me the ball." Ye Bihuang whispered as he passed by Jiang Guogang, and then quickly ran to the side. The guy in front of him was Qiao Yifei, who looked like a bamboo pole. He had good speed and was suitable for man-to-man defense.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose, while Jiang Guogang was dribbling the ball and scanning the surroundings while turning. In the end, he chose to trust Ye Bihuang and passed the ball. The football arced and landed at Ye Bihuang's feet.

Ye Bihuang naturally received the ball accurately and dribbled. Qiao Yifei was simply not good enough in front of him. Ye Bihuang relied on his extraordinary consciousness, skills and physical fitness to perform three fake moves in succession. Qiao Yifei

He was fooled three times. The last time he lost his center of gravity, he fell to the ground. During this period, Ye Bihuang had no physical contact with him.

"Hehe." Ye Bihuang chuckled and took two steps forward with the ball. Qiao Yifei lost his defense and there was just a gap for him to shoot the ball.

"Whoosh," Ye Bihuang raised his foot and volleyed. The ball slid against the ground, but was unhindered as if it was in the air, and it instantly entered the goal.

"Holy shit, Ye Bihuang, you are an animal, you are too fierce." Li Yong exclaimed, he could clearly see Ye Bihuang's move when he passed Qiao Yifei just now. Putting those three fake moves together, I'm afraid the World Cup

Not many people can do it.

That was the best bluffing move that could be achieved based on the environment and the situation at the time. It was hard for Li Yong to imagine any other way that could surpass Ye Bihuang's move just now.

But what's even worse is that his volley just now was really stunning. The ball that was walking close to the ball just missed his and Qiao Yonglei's toes. It was as if it had been calculated in advance. It was so accurate.

Ye Bihuang snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "How about it, you regret it or you are surprised, who drove me away just now."

"Come again, come again." Li Yong was very unconvinced, and Qiao Yonglei and Liu Zhichao also started to make noises.

Ye Bihuang chuckled, waved his hand and said, "No problem." His calm and calm demeanor really didn't deserve a beating. Li Yong and the others were filled with hatred, but what could they do? That was his true level, and Ye Bihuang's fighting skills were generally recognized. , Lee Kuan Yew and he are still brothers, it is obvious who to help if they really fight.

Therefore, although Li Yong and others were very depressed, they could only bury this idea deeply in their hearts.

"Damn it, the real person doesn't show his face." Jiang Guogang and Song Qiang surrounded Ye Bihuang one after another, obviously treating him as a hero.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose and looked like he didn't deserve a beating: "Low-key, low-key, I like to be low-key." He added in his mind, "Do things in a high-profile."

"Hey, Ye Bihuang, that move you just made was really cool. Please teach me when you have time." Qiu Bin licked his face and got close to Ye Bihuang, looking fawning.

Ye Bihuang glanced at him contemptuously, reached out and patted his pert belly: "Come on, you better lose weight to my level first, otherwise you will never learn."

"Hahahaha." Song Qiang, Jiang Guogang and Sun Chengpeng laughed loudly, while Qiu Bin's face turned green, white and red, obviously it hurt his feet.

Ye Bihuang said: "If you still want to score, remember to pass the ball to me."

"No problem." Jiang Guogang responded directly without hesitation this time.

Just now, Class 12 scored a goal and Class 12 served. Jiang Guogang passed the ball directly to Ye Bihuang who was on the side. Ye Bihuang had such powerful skills that he was unstoppable. He dribbled the ball all the way. Lee Kuan Yew and Li Yong took turns. He actually failed to take the ball away from his feet.

He used everything from passing the ball to passing the ball, making mistakes in the void, etc., and soon reached the opponent's goal.

Ye Bihuang hooked his foot lightly and the ball went in.

"Yeah~~" Sun Chengpeng shouted happily, while Ye Bihuang touched his nose habitually with an indifferent look on his face.

The next time became Ye Bihuang's performance time. For 30 minutes, Ye Bihuang scored 11 goals in a row. What a terrifying number. Even if the players in Class 11 got a chance to attack, they would be unaware of it. Ye Bihuang came out from nowhere and snatched the ball away. Class 11 had no chance to score.

"Ye Bihuang, you are so handsome." Qiu Bin held up his chubby belly and prepared to hug Ye Bihuang.

Ye Bihuang hurriedly pushed his big belly with one hand to prevent him from getting closer, and said with a smile: "It's just so so."

Class 12 was happy, but the players in Class 11 were sad.

Li Yong shouted depressedly: "Ye Bihuang, you are too cruel. After all, you are also from our Class 11. You kicked so hard, 11 goals, rubbish."

Ye Bihuang laughed: "Now you know you regret it. Just now you were so stubborn. Who pushed me to Class 12? Now you want me to go back, forget it."

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