The Ninth Level Of The Strongest Extraordinary Person, I Am The Best

"I...you...I'm going to make sure that none of you can play today!"

Cha Zhengguo got up angrily and was hit on the head by an oncoming football. He was shaken for a while and passed out.

McCain shrugged, then picked up the phone and called two staff members:

"The coach passed out due to heatstroke. The game will continue and captain Ruan Mingyu will also serve as coach."

At 7:40 pm, Ye Qianqian and others followed Zhang Wenzhong to the open-air row seats on the stadium podium.

Before leaving in a hurry and time was tight, Lu Xian, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and Ye Qianqian, who was wearing a formal suit, became "others" in the audience.

Sitting between Ye Qianqian and Julian, Wang Jue sat upright, looking forward, and asked steadily:

"Leader, aren't you hot?"

"Hold it, hold it steady!"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qianqian took off his coat and threw it over, then forced a cattail leaf fan to Wang Jue, "Feng Shui master, the wind cannot stop during the competition."

"oh."

Holding Ye Qianqian's coat in hand, Wang Jue changed the cattail leaf fan to his right hand and started fanning towards Julianne.

Julianne smiled with enjoyment: "The most handsome guy in the electronics factory, he seems to be well-deserved!"

After saying hello to the "big guys" in Xiangjiang on the other side, Zhang Wenzhong smiled mysteriously when he heard the second half of the sentence:

"Hengguang is indeed the Asian champion, and it is well-deserved! But I think that tonight, they may fail."

"Director Zhang, even though I don't watch football, I still understand the basic principles."

Ye Qianqian said in confusion, "If it can't even compete with an amateur community team, I think the Hengguang team can be disbanded where it is."

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Wenzhong laughed three times and said, "Miss Ye, let's make a bet. If Black Pearl wins today, you can treat me to dinner tonight."

"I'm sorry, Director Zhang, I never invite people to dinner." Ye Qianqian tried her best to smile.

"Oh, it's a rare trip to Xiangjiang. Guests can leave as they please!"

As he said this, Zhang Wenzhong was about to reach for Ye Qianqian's back with his hands, but was blocked by Wang Jue's hand holding his coat.

"Leader, your position is not good at feng shui. Please change your seat."

"Can."

Ye Qianqian quickly stood up, changed seats with Wang Jue, and said with a seemingly natural expression:

"Director Zhang, he is a Feng Shui master and a football fan. You should have many topics in common."

“Nine out of ten people who have worn Barcelona jerseys in the past two years are fake fans!

Withdrawing his hand, Zhang Wenzhong glanced at Wang Jue and said unhappily:

"As for Feng Shui, this is my first time seeing such a young Feng Shui master. I hope he won't dirty my house at night."

"Director Zhang is right, I am indeed a fake football fan."

Wang Jue continued to sit upright, fanning Ye Qianqian on the right, and said with a smile, "It's about to start. I feel like Black Pearl can score 10 goals."

"10??"

Zhang Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, then laughed three times, "Children are children, and they are actually bolder than I predicted!"

"Want to take a gamble?" Wang Juexiao asked.

"Bet with you?"

Zhang Wenzhong snorted, "I won't lose face if I win, and I won't get any benefits."

Ye Qianqian interrupted:

"Director Zhang, if you win, how about I invest an additional 200 million in your movie?"

"Oh? Miss Ye is still very energetic!"

Zhang Wenzhong raised his eyebrows, "If there is an eventuality, what does Miss Ye hope to get?"

"One more entry qualification."

"no problem!"

"Director Zhang is very happy."

"Not as grand as Miss Ye, hahahaha..."

After the noisy introduction ceremony of the starting players of both sides, the game officially started.

Julianne handed the photo she had just taken to Lu Xian, who was sitting quietly and saying nothing, to take a look at it.

On the green field, the black pearl guessed first. As soon as the referee's whistle sounded, the black and white classic football flew high from the center circle...

2 seconds later...

The ball fell into the Hengguang goal accurately.

The goalkeeper who had just finished moving his body at the edge of the penalty area did not react at all...

Even the broadcast footage captured the football after the Hengguang players were collectively stunned for 5 seconds.

The score is 1:0, Black Pearl No. 9, Ruan Mingyu scores with a shot!

"Goal~~~~~"

"Perfect arc!"

"Unparalleled courage!"

"Exquisite footwork!"

The on-site announcer belatedly made a long and excited voice.

"It's awesome. It's no worse than Suarez's magic ball. I feel like I can judge Puskas!"

On the rostrum, Wang Jue was the first to stand up excitedly and almost dropped Ye Qianqian's coat.

Zhang Wenzhong sat in silence and said angrily:

"Hey, hey, hey, it's all a small scene, just a small scene! Can you stop acting like a bumpkin?"

"Sorry sorry."

Wang Jue smiled, and the next second, except for Zhang Wenzhong, the spectators at the stadium stood up collectively and shouted, the sound was like thunder...

After that, Ruan Mingyu, McCain, and Fu Yuanyuan were closely approached by the Hengguang players who reacted, and they jointly strangled them.

The ball gradually returned to the hands of the Hengguang team. Fortunately, Black Pearl goalkeeper Wang Changhui performed bravely and kept the goal.

At halftime, the score was still 1-0.

Back in the locker room, Ruan Mingyu first communicated with Fu Yuanyuan alone, then clapped his hands, summoned all his teammates, and analyzed:

"We started well, but were a little restricted by them later on. Don't worry, after 70 minutes in the second half, it will be difficult for them to maintain their physical strength.

We continued to defend for another 25 minutes, and then changed to 3421, playing three central defenders, and I advanced alone.

If he gets the ball in the backcourt, he gives it to Fu Yuanyuan, and if he gets the ball in the midfield, he looks for McCain. If you can't find anyone, just shoot forward and hang yourself in the frontcourt. Do you understand? "

"clear!"

"Winning this game, 500 days of coolness, Hengguang counts, come on, come on, come on!"

"Hengguang counts the ball, come on, come on, come on!!"

During halftime, Wang Jue ran to the stadium store to buy iced milk. Lu Xian, who came back from using the toilet, pressed his shoulders and said expressionlessly:

"Sit next to me later."

"Ah? Why??"

Wang Jue was startled, turned around, opened his eyes wide, looked around, and replied in a low voice:

"I want to protect the leader, that great director is crooked!"

"You can also ask her to change places with me." After saying that, Lu Xian walked away.

Three minutes before the start of the second half, Wang Jue returned to his seat and poked Ye Qianqian, who was sitting in his seat and looking at his phone intently:

"Leader, your position... the feng shui is not good either."

As if she had been stabbed in the heart by a sword, Ye Qianqian was shocked, closed her phone, slowly turned her head, and looked at her left arm and the two remaining milky white drops on the sleeve of her arm.

"Wang...jue..."

If looks could kill, Wang Jue would have been torn into two pieces.

If words can kill, Wang Jue also died on the spot.