football career from scratch

"Go Jiang Hai, you are so despicable!" Luo Xiaofan saw that the two new transfer students walked to Jiang Hai's seat after class, and could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, so he rushed over immediately. Followed Jiang Hai to accuse loudly.

Jiang Hai went to sit there lazily, without saying a word, but Jiang Shangyun said, "What are you talking about, Luo Xiaoshan, what's so despicable, we didn't do anything despicable!"

"It's not despicable, just find a few foreign aids temporarily, and deliberately trick Zhao Yang, is there anyone like you?" Luo Xiaoshan accused righteously.

"Luo Xiaofan, you must have evidence for what you say."

Jiang Hai went to stand up: "You said that the two of them are foreign aid I recruited temporarily...how about the evidence?"

"Is there any evidence for this? No one is blind!" Luo Xiaofan said indignantly.

"That's talking nonsense. Familiarity is familiarity. If you talk nonsense, I will sue you for defamation." Jiang Hai laughed.

"You still come up with old-fashioned lines, do you think you are very humorous?" Jian Zhao sighed, stood up and pulled Luo Xiaoshan back: "Don't say it, even if people play tricks, it is within the rules, can't you find it?" It's their fault."

Jiang Hai nodded, and said triumphantly, "Miss Jane still understands... Finding classmates in the class to compete is a great thing to promote our friendship! Even if you are a transfer student, you are still a classmate in our class! And these two students are warm-hearted and offered to help me play football, I can't refuse either."

Among the two transfer students, the shorter one also laughed: "That's right, Senior Jiang is a good person, so naturally we have to help him, Dong Lin, are you right?"

Another transfer student who was shorter than this guy with a wretched expression on his face was much more attractive. In fact, the transfer student attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as he came in!

He is tall, how tall is he, he is more than a head taller than another transfer student!The transfer student said he was short, but he wasn't short, at least 1.7 meters. The height of the transfer student was probably two meters tall!
He is two meters tall and big. He has a strong figure, but he doesn't look clumsy. His two long legs are almost 1.2 meters long. When he saw it, he couldn't help but admire: "What a mighty big man!"

It's just that such a mighty burly man has an incomparably simple, almost naive smile on his face, which makes people feel close to him instead of dangerous.

Hearing the question from the shorter transfer student, the big man named Dong Lin didn't answer, but just smiled foolishly and nodded.

The short transfer student gave him a dissatisfied look, and then slapped Dong Lin on the waist. Dong Lin just said "Oh, yes, yes."

Many students laughed. Such a big guy looks like a child, it's really ridiculous.

"Dong Lin... Zuo Feng, you two, good."

Zhao Yang's face was ugly, and Meng Zhaohui's face was even more ugly at the moment. You must know that when he found out that Xiao Xia could not play football yesterday, his face was not so ugly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yang felt bad, and immediately asked.

"These two guys are also well-known in amateur competitions... Forget about that Zuo Feng, he is eighteen or nineteen years old, three years older than me, and his level is about the same as mine, but that Dong Lin is a Monster!" Meng Zhaohui said through gritted teeth.

"How to say?" Zhao Yang asked.

"That guy has a great header. Although his footwork seems to be rough, but his height and ability to grab points are a big killer in amateur games! You also know that there is no offside in amateur half-time games, This guy is at the forefront to grab points, and it's normal to score three or four in a game, how can we fight for such a guy?" Meng Zhaohui said with a sigh.

"It's over now..." Zhao Yang's heart was also half-cold—the reason why he was confident before was because Zhao Yang's level was a little lower than that of the Jiang family, but the difference was not much. Meng Zhaohui's level is higher than that of those few people, no matter how you look at it, he has a chance of winning, but now the opponent has two more foreign players, one Zuo Feng is about the same level as Meng Zhaohui, plus a center forward who can score a lot of goals ——There is no offside in futsal!With such a big head in front of the goal, as long as the opponent keeps making long passes, it will be enough for them to drink a pot!

How can such a game be played?
Jian Zhao, who pulled Luo Xiaofan away, sighed, and said to Luo Xiaofan in a low voice: "Now, Zhao Yang will suffer a lot! Those old people are really smart! Finding someone from outside is just a matter of fighting for family fortune. Well, the Sunshine Group also has some influence, and no one will gain anything in the end! But if you limit the scope to the school, and then use this trick, it will make the Sunshine Group's strength useless."

Speaking of this, Jian Zhao shook his head: "The transfer students are indeed students, and from the superficial rules, they are indeed not in violation of the rules at all. This method of using other methods, but still justified, is only a few An old man can use it without any pressure, thanks to my father dealing with these people all day long, no wonder he looks old these few years."

"We can't take this loss in vain. We still have time tomorrow. We will go find it today, and we will also find two transfer students to beat them. Isn't this the trick? Everyone uses it!"

Luo Xiaoshan became very angry, ran to Zhao Yang, and said loudly.

"It's useless. I basically know all the amateur players in Ningshui City. No one is better than these two... Niu Hong used to claim that he could help others win the game when he played, but these two The guy only started making troubles in amateur competitions last year, and it’s not like no one has invited Niu Hong, but Niu Hong directly refused to play after watching one of their games, saying that he wanted to keep his undefeated golden status.” Meng Zhaohui said after sighing.

Compared with Zhao Yangluo Xiaofan, who is not familiar with amateur football, Meng Zhaohui, who has been playing in amateur games for a long time, is obviously much clearer, but the more he knows, the more he knows that this is a dead end.

"Then there's nothing we can do. We can only fight this one. Even if we lose, we can't lose face!" Zhao Yang nodded heavily.

Jian Zhao nodded slightly. Zhao Yang's reaction made her feel very good. After all, he still maintained his fighting spirit under such a bad situation. For a mature businessman, this is very important!
The eyes of the other students were all on these group of people, and many of them were still looking at Dong Lin. What no one noticed was that when Dong Lin was standing there, Bu Qingyun sat up straight and looked carefully. He glanced at Dong Lin, with a hint of surprise on his face.

But it was only for a short while, Bu Qingyun quickly lay down on the ground, his mind was constantly churning.

"Dong Lin...is that the big guy I know? It doesn't make sense. If it's really that big guy, why is he mixed up like this? That Zuo Feng is at the level of a three-legged cat, why are you so rude to him?"

This was something that Bu Qingyun was a little surprised about. Not to mention that Dong Lin's role on the court was obviously greater than that of Zuo Feng, even his size alone shouldn't be called around by Zuo Feng.

Seeing Dong Lin following Zuo Feng and leaving the classroom very docilely, Bu Qingyun was even more surprised.

At this moment, Luo Xiaofan turned his head and saw Bu Qingyun who was still lying on the table.

Originally, Bu Qingyun was recommended by her, but at a time when everyone was fighting against each other, this guy was still lying on the table, making Luo Xiaofan feel that he had found the wrong person?

She was not in a good mood at the moment, so she walked over immediately and patted Bu Qingyun's table: "Why are you still lying on your stomach?"

"What can you do if you don't lie on your stomach?" Bu Qingyun said lazily, "It's comfortable to lie on your stomach."

"We're going to lose, and you won't have any money to take, don't you know?" Luo Xiaofan deliberately wanted to stimulate Bu Qingyun, seeing how obsessed with money he was, why didn't he jump up immediately after hearing this?

Who knew that Bu Qingyun, who immediately called Zhao Yang's boss yesterday when he heard 25 yuan, disappeared, and it was still the usual lazy Bu Qingyun who didn't care about anything.

Hearing Luo Xiaoshan's words, Bu Qingyun raised his head lazily, and replied: "How can there be no money to take it?" Then he lay down again.

"If you lose, of course you won't get any money. If you lose, Zhao Yang will have to pay a lot. How can you pay back the money! Do you still want to keep your income in drought and flood?" Luo Xiaofan was anxious.

"Of course I never thought about such a beautiful thing as drought and flood protection."

Bu Qingyun didn't raise his head this time. He rested his chin on the table and said lazily, "I said I have money to take because we will win."

"Why..." Luo Xiaoshan said two words, and the attention of others was immediately attracted by Bu Qingyun!

"You said we will win?" Liu Junfeng asked in surprise.

Bu Qingyun didn't even bother to answer.

"You little brother, I don't think you dare accept it. Your tone of voice will hurt me." Meng Zhaohui sneered.

"Then recognize me as the boss, my little brother, you can speak as much as you want." Bu Qingyun laughed.

"you……"

Meng Zhaohui was about to get angry, but was stopped by Zhao Yang. He looked at Bu Qingyun, with a gleam of hope in his eyes—just like Gu Peng at that time, although he didn't believe in Bu Qingyun, but he had nothing else to say. If he chooses, he can only pin the rest of his hopes on Bu Qingyun, and see if this loud guy can create any miracles.

"Do you have a solution?"

"The others are not worth mentioning. The real threat is that big guy."

Bu Qingyun lazily said that he could ignore others, but Zhao Yang, at least he is the current benefactor...

"It's up to you to say." Meng Zhaohui continued to sneer.

"Then how can we deal with that big guy?" Zhao Yang asked eagerly.

Bu Qingyun did not speak.

"Is there nothing to say? I knew this guy was pretending to be amazing!" Meng Zhaohui continued to snort coldly.

"You really want me to say it here?" Bu Qingyun said without looking back.

"certainly……"

After Zhao Yang said two words, he immediately realized that this is a classroom after all, although no one in his small circle deliberately approached him, but it was too easy to spread the word when discussing it here.

"Then talk about it at the house I rented." Zhao Yang said decisively.