The Joy of Rebirth

As the cheers of Class 2.11 of Senior High School rang out, the second half of the game officially started. It was his class who served first. Zhang Shihao dribbled the ball. This guy was very fast in short distances and had a good dribbling ability. Ye Bihuang was relieved to let him dribble the ball, so he directly

Rush towards the opponent's goal, try to get a good position first, and then shoot directly if possible.

Ye Bihuang is quite confident in his shooting accuracy.

"Holy shit." Just when Ye Bihuang heard Zhang Shihao's national curse and looked back to see what was going on, he found that Zhang Shihao took two steps back. The opponent's red No. 11 player grabbed the football from his feet, and then sprinted towards him.

Run to the goal of your class,

But just now, because the people in my class were too confident, half of them passed half time, so now the inside of my class is empty.

"Return to defense, return to defense." Li Yong shouted,

But it was already too late. Ye Bihuang stood too far forward. This was a small game, so the attack and replay speed were very fast. The opponent had already attacked outside his own goal, and it was impossible to return to defense now.

"Shua,."

As the opponent's red No. 11 kicked the ball, the faces of the players in class 2.11 were not so good-looking because the opponent's ball was too tricky and they actually scored close to the upper left corner of the goal.

The score is 2:1.

Class 2.11 is 1 point behind,

"I'm sorry." Zhang Shihao walked to Ye Bihuang, Li Yong, and Lee Kuan Yew and whispered,

Ye Bihuang patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. Let's play hard and we will definitely win. The second half has just begun and there are still forty minutes left."

To be honest, Ye Bihuang didn't expect that the opponent would show off his power as soon as he came on the field.

Lee Kuan Yew said: "Brother Huang, except for No. 11 and No. 9, the other three people have changed. They are in a wheel battle."

"You don't need to worry about this. Just concentrate on playing your own ball." Ye Bihuang saw that his team members were a little impetuous and patted Lee Kuan Yew on the shoulder. "Calm down and you will lose a point."

In fact, Ye Bihuang was thinking in his heart that he must get this point immediately, otherwise the opponent would not be too proud, but he was careless just now. Otherwise, as long as he was in the midfield, that person would definitely not be able to get the point.

The goalkeeper Qiao Yonglei served the ball. Ye Bihuang directly hooked the ball to his feet, and then started a short personal show. His speed was very fast, almost the same as the speed of a single 100-meter race.

No one can catch up with him in the 100-meter race, so he can't catch up with him on the field, even if he carries a football.

The opponent's red No. 9 rushed directly towards Ye Bihuang in the midfield. He was so aggressive and powerful that the spectators who were watching from a closer distance couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Seeing the opponent's fierce look, Ye Bihuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and kicked the ball towards the opponent fiercely. The red No. 9 did not expect that Ye Bihuang would kick the ball towards him. He was suddenly stunned and his steps were a little confused.

Ye Bihuang took advantage of this moment and gently passed by the red No. 9. This was a perfect pass between the man and the ball.

"Peng,."

The rhythm of playing football in this small field is much faster than that in the big field. No, Ye Bihuang can shoot directly as soon as he passes the midfield a few steps. The angle he chooses is also very tricky, and the ball rushes towards him at a very fast speed.

To the upper right corner of the goal,

"Boom," with a muffled sound, the ball hit the goal post on the right, then suddenly deflected and entered the goal.

When Ye Bihuang raised his fist high, the sunlight suddenly seemed to be much stronger. Yes, it was much stronger. Ye Bihuang was like a warrior standing in the sunshine, quite like a savior.

2:2,

All the students watching from the outside of the football field were stunned. After watching the game for so long, they scored two goals in a row in the first five minutes. This level of intensity has never happened since the beginning of the Winter Games.

It’s really wonderful,

"Damn, Brother Huang is so fierce." Lee Kuan Yew cheered and ran to Ye Bihuang, hugged Ye Bihuang's arm with a big slap, and laughed loudly,

Ye Bihuang slapped his hand away: "Don't do this, don't let others doubt my sexual orientation."

"Good day." Lee Kuan Yew touched his sore hand and said with a smile, "Brother Huang, prepare to score a few goals next."

"Let's play in the 70s or 80s, it depends on the situation, haha." At this time, Ye Bihuang happened to pass by the red No. 9 and No. 11, and the two of them laughed and walked towards their own goal.

"Damn it, Brother Cheng, these two guys are so arrogant, they really deserve a beating." Red No. 9 said to No. 11,

Brother Cheng, his name is Cheng Haoqi. He is a main player of the school football team. He is tall and strong, and he plays football very hard. He is a good player in the school. Because he is quite generous, so Over time, a circle of people surrounded him, and he gradually became the boss of the school. Although he is much weaker than the boss like Yang Ziming, he can still speak well.

Red No. 11, Cheng Haoqi, looked at Ye Bihuang and gritted his teeth gently: "It's okay, I just scored a broken goal. We can score again. Let's see how I beat the crap out of them later." In fact, he was still very resentful of Ye Bihuang. He had just scored a goal and should have become the focus of everyone's attention at least in a short period of time. If he was lucky, he could continue to pay attention to Ye Bihuang until the end of the game and become the savior of his class.

But who would have thought that this dream was shattered in just three or four minutes, and the guy who shattered this dream was the guy who just came on the field wearing the purple No. 7 jersey.

His running speed is so fast, and his accuracy is so high,

Next, the goalkeeper of the red team serves the ball, and red No. 11 dribbles the ball. He is the main player of the school team and is relatively confident in his dribbling. The results of the first half also proved that he can pass two or three people alone.

Just as he was thinking quickly and sprinting forward, preparing to copy Ye Bihuang's sharp action just now, and also preparing to shoot directly, with such a strong stimulation from Ye Bihuang, he even felt that his hormone secretion was much higher than usual at this moment, and he could Super water quality performance,

Just as he was sprinting excitedly, suddenly a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and he felt a lightness under his feet. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

No,

Red No. 11 didn't react at all, and his ball was robbed. He staggered and looked back, and it turned out to be the purple No. 7.

damn,

Cheng Haoqi's heart suddenly roared with anger,

There is no doubt that the ball taken away by Ye Bihuang has never made a mistake.

The score is 3:2. Since the start of the football final, Class 2.11 of senior high school has led the opponent for the first time.

Cheng Haoqi led his team members to Ye Bihuang: "You are Ye Bihuang."

Ye Bihuang raised his eyebrows: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's okay. I heard that you have been very popular recently." Cheng Haoqi was obviously provocative.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose: "I don't know these things. If possible, you might just ask your classmates."

"Humph, I'm very proud of scoring two goals. Let's pinch each other as we go." Red No. 11 saw Ye Bihuang becoming more and more displeased. He had never seen such an ignorant student before.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "Then we'll see."

Generally speaking, he doesn't like to interrupt the other party when he is showing off his power, because the longer he shows off his power, the more uncomfortable he will feel when he finally finds out that he is the cricket being teased.

Since it was Class 2.11 who scored another goal, the opponent still served. This time the opponent learned the lesson. Although it was still No. 11 in red who was dribbling the ball, there were two people following him, observing the movements of Ye Bihuang's people. , if someone approaches, they will step forward and use their bodies to block the opponent, and then the people behind will continue to take over.

Not to mention, this effect is quite good, at least Ye Bihuang thinks it is quite good,

But even the copper and iron walls looked like paper to him, let alone these two people. Ye Bihuang, Lee Kuan Yew, and Zhang Shihao said hello, and the two of them rushed forward very wisely, knocking the two red No. 11s around each other. He led the opponent aside, and just as the two people behind him were about to come up as substitutes, Ye Bihuang rushed forward with lightning speed and intercepted again.

"Holy shit." Cheng Haoqi couldn't help but yell out. He watched helplessly as his side lost the ball and the other side scored. No one would feel comfortable with that feeling.

Ye Bihuang snapped his fingers, and with the cheers of the audience, the outcome of this game was basically decided. There were still 20 minutes left. The two sides were in a stalemate before Ye Bihuang came on the court. Now that Ye Bihuang has come on the court, it is directly I gave the opponent two big slaps. Is it possible that the opponent still has the ability to turn defeat into victory?

There is no doubt that it is impossible,

Ten minutes later, the opponent's red No. 11 stood in front of Ye Bihuang's goal, preparing to shoot.

"Peng."

Ye Bihuang was not afraid of death and directly fought with him. He was very skilled and did not injure the opponent. However, the feeling of standing at the top and preparing to shoot, and suddenly being counterattacked by the opponent was very hurt.

"I'm a fool." Cheng Haoqi was almost driven crazy by Ye Bihuang. He had never seen such a player before. He even shot the ball but he didn't hide and actually rushed up to grab the ball.

Cheng Haoqi kicked Ye Bihuang in anger, "Okay, since you don't let me play football, I will kick you to see if you are awesome or not."

Because most of the shouts outside the court were for Ye Bihuang, he felt unbalanced.

Originally, Ye Bihuang was carrying the ball and preparing to counterattack, but suddenly he felt someone behind him stretching out his foot to kick him. Ye Bihuang turned around in an instant, lightly raised his leg and stepped on Cheng Haoqi's foot, and then punched Cheng Haoqi. Haoqi’s chest,

Hearing a loud knock on the door, Cheng Haoqi took two steps back. He rubbed his chest and frowned.

"Brother Cheng, are you okay?"

"Look, I have nothing to do with you. It hurts me so much. Come on, fuck him to death."