Since I am Dasha Chun

Chapter 154 Is Kung Fu Soccer Any Good?

Ding!
[Main task: Join the Shaolin football team, assist the football team to win the national championship, and score more goals than Ah Xing! 】

Ding!
[Sub-task: Obtain A Xing's favorability, task reward: Shaolin King Kong leg cheats! 】

Huh, the mission is finally here, it is still a side mission of favorability, a simple one, a mission to gather wool.

The main task is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the fact that the number of goals scored exceeds that of the protagonist. I have acquired Gao Ran's football skills in "The Richest Man in Xihong City", and I have watched so many expert videos on the Internet. Football memories are all in my mind. You are a football rookie, how many goals can you score even if you know some Shaolin King Kong legs?
Hey, it seems that this plane is for grabbing the power of the plane, system, take me into this plane more often, and serve those great powers, the power of the plane is enough, I don't need to travel back and forth, just be a rich man Weng, isn't it beautiful?

Before he knew it, Su San came to a bun shop.

There is a plaque on the steamed bun shop, which reads: "Sweet steamed buns!"

"Hey!" Su San met a young woman, her hair covered her eyes, her face was full of herpes, and her complexion was terrifying.

Tsk tsk, no wonder Ah Xing only regarded her as a good friend before, her beauty is terrifying.

But the figure is not bad, the face shape is not bad, but the skin is not good, this is a disease, and it needs to be cured.

Ding!
[Sub-task: Obtain Amei's favorability, task reward: Tai Chi Cheats! 】

Tai Chi?
Great, I always feel that the effect of my Wing Chun is not obvious under the blessing of internal strength. This time I have Tai Chi, combined with my Wing Chun, I will definitely be able to find out my own way of boxing.

As for the "God's Palm of the Tathagata" given by Ah Xing from the kung fu plane, Su San also practiced it for a few days, but the effect was not great.

At this stage, if there is the blessing of Taijiquan, the improved version of Wing Chun seems to be more effective in actual combat, so let’s change the name to San Sheng Wan Wu Quan!

"Su San?" A thin young man in a striped long-sleeved shirt, with a big head and a small body, was sitting on the seat of the steamed bun shop. He saw Su San coming and called.

"Sauce explosion?" Su San asked in surprise.

"Ah, haha, do you still remember me? Old classmate!" The weird-looking young man pouted and said every word.

"Ah? Haha." Su San tried hard to recall.

Damn, in the memory of the character, he is really a classmate.

Seeing Jiang Bao's familiar face, Su San sighed.

They look the same, but Su San knows that this is not the same person, and neither is Ah Xing.

Su San shook her head, relieved from the memories.

"Boss, another basket of steamed buns is my treat today." Su San said generously.

This time I came here and exchanged 1000 million soft sister coins, which is only [-] here, but now the prices are extremely high, and shopping is all about gross, the [-] soft sister coins are a windfall for anyone.

"Where did you get high all these years?" Jiang Bao asked word by word while holding a steamed bun.

"Hey, I'm ashamed to say that I'm a car mechanic now." Su San said, looking at his worn-out uniform.

"Oh, yes, you originally wanted to be an engineer." Jiang Bao nodded.

"What about you?" Su San was fine now, so she happened to be sitting here chatting with him in order to get emotional comfort and see if she could improve Amei's favorability.

"My dream is to be a great composer. I haven't given up yet. I was working as a shopping guide in a supermarket before." Jiang Bao said.

Um?Are these two related?
Su San fell into deep thought.

"What now?" Su San asked.

"Well, the business in the supermarket is not good. I will give advice to the proprietress and sell it by singing." Jiang Bao said.

"and then?"

"Later I lost my job, and now I'm looking for a job, Su San, do you have a place to go?" Jiang Bao turned his head and asked seriously.

"Uh, brother, follow me, we will definitely have a way out." Su San comforted.

"Oh? Good brother!" Jiang Bao burst into joy.

"Then am I also going to repair the car?" Jiang Bao asked.

"No, let's go play football!" Su San stood up and said word by word.

"Playing football?!" Jiang Bao said in surprise.

……

"Play football?!"

"Is there any trick in Kung Fu?" A well-proportioned young man wearing an orange vest asked in surprise.

That young man was exactly the muscular young man with his bare upper body. It is said that he bought a glass of milk with the [-] cents that the skinny man scavenged, and sat on the steps of the flower bed in a dispirited manner, thinking about his own affairs.

An uncle who had seen everything in his eyes before limped and limped over. The uncle was in tatters, with an unshaven beard, black and white mottled hair, and a desolate expression.

"Would you mind pulling up your pants so I can see your legs?!" The crippled uncle walked up to the orange vest and said cautiously.

"I'm not in a good mood, I'm going to pull you yourself!" The orange vest stared forward blankly, thinking about his own thoughts, and said weakly.

After hearing this, the crippled uncle knelt down on the ground with his crippled leg, propped his right hand on the ground, then knelt on one knee with his left foot, then lowered his body, leaned against the steps next to him, and immediately lifted up the man in the orange vest with both hands. The right calf, with a dignified expression.

"It's really a natural power!" The uncle rolled up his trousers, lifted his right leg in the orange vest, and said with emotion.

He touched, looked at, and knocked, all in disbelief.

"puff!"

In order to observe better, he even spit, wiped it off with his sleeve, and observed carefully for a while.

"What a deadly fragrant chicken drumstick!" said the uncle with emotion.

"It's Shaolin's Vigorous Legs." The orange vest corrected.

After hearing this comment, the uncle was taken aback, and said slowly: "Can kung fu really be used to play football?"

"Play football?!"

"Does Kung Fu play football well?"

"There's something wrong!" the uncle affirmed.

"Yes, Kung Fu kicking is a great idea!" Orange Vest thought for a moment, clenched his fists and affirmed.

"Why didn't I think of it?" He looked suddenly enlightened.

"Hey, aren't you the cripple?!" Orange Vest came back to his senses and asked confused when he saw the uncle.

"I'm not as simple as a cripple, I'm still the golden right foot that dominated the football world!" The crippled man stood up slowly after hearing this, picked up the newspaper that had been in his pocket for an unknown amount of time, and showed it.

"Now he is a football coach," said the uncle.

"That's just right, you teach me how to play football!" The orange vest pulled the uncle's clothes and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait a minute!" said the uncle, who was held immobile by him.

"What are you waiting for? You said you were the one who got it!" The orange vest was impatient.

"That's right, give me some time to think about it." The uncle finally pulled his arm away.

"There's no time!" The orange vest grabbed the uncle's clothes again, shaking him.

"The sun is setting, do it quickly if you have something to do!" He turned over and pressed the uncle under him, urging.

"Time waits for no one!"

The uncle had no choice but to hold the head of the orange vest firmly with his hands, preventing him from exerting force, it was too much, it was really too much.

Finally, the uncle grabbed the orange vest's hair and kicked him away. Only then did he have the strength to reply: "Do we need to be prepared?"

"I'm ready, what's the matter?!" the orange vest jumped onto the flower bed and shouted.

"At least you need a pair of sneakers!" The uncle looked him up and said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)