football career from scratch

There was warm applause from the stands, and all the dudes felt that this afternoon was not wasted. This game was definitely considered wonderful in amateur games. Judging by the number of goals scored, even in a professional futsal game , is also very rare.

Luo Xiaofan began to cheer in the stands, and there were definitely quite a few spectators who gave applause to Zhao Yang and the others. Firstly, there were many people who were not used to going to Jiang Hai, and secondly, before the game, everyone thought that they would definitely To win, people always have the mentality of sympathizing with the weak. Now that the weak won the game cleanly, how can people not cheer?

Zhao Yang, Meng Zhaohui, Liu Junfeng, and Luo Ping also waved their fists and cheered, their mood of escaping from death was even more vivid at this moment - you must know that they were the most frustrated before the game!

They didn't feel anything during the game, but after the game ended, great ecstasy began to rise from their hearts!

"Good job! I paid for all the expenses tonight!" Zhao Yang patted his chest and said with a loud smile.

Although his father kept decompressing him before the game, telling him that he had done a good job and that it was already a great thing to resolutely accept the opponent's challenge. Even if he lost, he could still get valuable wealth, but Zhao Yang still want to win!

And now, he really won!How can this not make Zhao Yang excited?
Of course, he did not forget who brought this victory.

Step up to the sky!
When Luo Xiaofan recommended Bu Qingyun, Zhao Yang just held the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and there was really no other candidate. Who would have thought that such a guy who was thought to be a make-up at the time dominated the entire game!

This is simply a YY novel.

"To celebrate together at night, we must go!" Zhao Yang said enthusiastically to Bu Qingyun who was standing beside him with an indifferent face.

"Uh, let's forget it, I don't drink alcohol, and the food I eat is different from yours." Bu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders.

Then he showed a philistine smile, stretched out his right hand, folded his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, and rubbed it lightly.

Zhao Yang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Give me your card number, and I will transfer money to you later!"

Now it's Bu Qingyun's turn to be a little embarrassed. His bank card was stolen when he came to Ningshui City. How can he have any card at this time?

"Uh, don't you have a bank card?" Zhao Yang wondered where this savage who is far away from modern technology came from. These days, not to mention bank cards, almost everyone has a credit card.

"Forget it, I'll give you a card tomorrow, 25 points is a lot. You contributed a lot in this game, and I will give you an extra [-] thank you fee!" Zhao Yang said after thinking about it.

"No, 25 as agreed is 25." Bu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders. For him now, since he already has the 25, it doesn't matter if there are more than [-]. high.

Jiang Hai came over with a gloomy face: "Zhao Yang, you won today, 100 million, and the contract, you take it."

Taking a leather bag from Jiang Hai, Zhao Yang patted it, and then laughed: "Young Master Jiang, thank you very much."

Jiang Hai went to snort, then turned to leave, and gave Bu Qingyun a hard look before leaving.

Bu Qingyun has a calm demeanor.

The five surnamed Jiang quickly left the stage. They were losers and had no face to stay here.

Zuo Feng stood there in a daze - he had lost all hope during the match, but just like Zhao Yang and the others, now that the match was over, remorse flooded in like a tide!

That's 50! 50 ah!

Even if you can earn 25 yuan per game by playing wild football, you have to play [-] games, and it will take at least half a year to hit so many games!

What's more, although there are many rich people in Ningshui City, there are not so many rich people who still like football. Where can I find 25 games with a bet of more than [-] in half a year?

Zuo Feng felt that his heart was about to break.

"Uh...Brother Zuo, if you lose, you lose. There's no way around it." Dong Lin said eagerly beside him.

It’s okay not to say, when Dong Lin said this, Zuo Feng’s sadness immediately turned into anger: "It’s because you don’t work hard! If you perform better, maybe, maybe, maybe, if you can’t bear it, we will win. It's over!"

"I can't help it, that person is very powerful, he should be much stronger than me." Dong Lin scratched his head, and the "that person" he said naturally referred to Bu Qingyun.

Hearing this, Zuo Feng was half discouraged. He knew that Dong Lin was right. Bu Qingyun was really good, even better than Dong Lin. This made Zuo Feng rely more on Dong Lin to win the game. There is absolutely nothing to say.

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but look up, just in time to see Bu Qingyun passing by in a dawdly manner, and subconsciously stared at Bu Qingyun fiercely.

Just now Jiang Haiqian stared at Bu Qingyun like this, Bu Qingyun didn't seem to care, but at this moment, when Zuo Feng glared at him, Bu Qingyun stopped and asked, "What are you staring at?"

Zuo Feng subconsciously replied: "What are you doing?" Then he realized what he said, seeing Zhao Yang and the others seemed to be getting closer, and immediately hid behind Dong Lin. Only then did he become more courageous, and shouted at Bu Qingyun: "Look what's wrong? Can't you see it?"

"It's nothing, I'm just asking." Bu Qingyun smiled.

Dong Lin pulled Zuo Feng, Zuo Feng shook off Dong Lin's hand, and snorted coldly: "My surname is Bu, you cut off my money, you just can't get along with me! I must find a chance to beat you next time." field!"

He originally wanted to say something harsh, but Bu Qingyun replied very seriously: "You? It's very difficult, but this big man has a possibility."

"Why is it so difficult? Next, I have to practice football skills hard, and then I will get my revenge!" Zuo Feng said boldly.

"It's hard to say, the talent is there, and you are not too young now, so there is not much hope for improvement." Bu Qingyun shook his head.

The more Bu Qingyun acted as if nothing had happened, the raging anger rose in Zuo Feng's originally calm heart, especially when he thought of the 50 that flew away, his anger became even greater.

Dazed by anger and frustration, Zuo Feng couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Bu Qingyun, don't think you are anything special, isn't it just that you are better at playing football? I will definitely find an opportunity when the time comes. Fuck you all over the place!"

"You insist on saying that...then I can only say wait." Bu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders, no matter how loud Zuo Feng yelled, he didn't care, originally he just wanted to say that Zuo Feng is more suitable for kicking 11 players Since Zuo Feng is so angry now, let's forget it.

"You really think you are invincible?" Zuo Feng was wrong and said angrily.

"What does this have to do with being invincible?" Bu Qingyun was surprised.

Now Dong Lin can't stand it any longer. Is it interesting for these two people to talk about chicken and duck?

So he tugged Zuo Feng's sleeve again, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, don't talk about it, let's go."

"Go away!" Zuo Feng flicked his sleeves and said angrily, "I have to fight this bastard today, and I lost 50 yuan!"

As soon as Bu Qingyun said the words, before Bu Qingyun felt anything, Zuo Feng immediately realized that he had slipped his tongue. Sure enough, Dong Lin glanced at Zuo Feng in confusion, and asked in a low voice, "What... what 50? Brother Zuo?"

"If you win, you can get 50... It should be, bet 100 million, you two, you should get 50." Bu Qingyun seemed to know something, and said with a smile.

"Really?" Dong Lin didn't look at Bu Qingyun, but looked at Zuo Feng and asked.

Zuo Feng was heartbroken, and shouted loudly: "Yes, 50, what's the matter!"

"But you told me that there is only one hundred thousand." Dong Lin's voice was a little sad.

"Nonsense, it's not me, do you have a chance to get this money? You're talking shit now, and you have nothing!" Zuo Feng yelled: "Besides, if it wasn't for me, you would have starved to death long ago! I didn't win this game, so what are you talking about!"

"Tsk tsk, you're really a little black-hearted, even if you give him a quarter, you're just giving him a tenth." Bu Qingyun shook his head beside him and said with a sigh.

"Shut up, does this have anything to do with you?" Zuo Feng shouted at Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun shook his head, but he did not speak.

"The game before that was only 2000 yuan, isn't it..." Dong Lin asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, I lied to you, so what? I did everything, you stupid big man only knows how to play football! Shouldn't I take more!"

Zuo Feng waved his arms, his face turned blue and red, "You can take the money if you have it, so why bother with so much!"

Dong Lin stopped talking, but the sad look on this simple big man's face at this moment, even if a hard-hearted person saw it, he would probably be moved.

"What are you talking about, are you going? If you don't go, I'll go!" Zuo Feng saw that Dong Lin didn't move, so he couldn't help shouting again.

"Forget it before...but I don't want to play football with you anymore." Dong Lin shook his head.

Zuo Feng sneered: "Okay, if you don't stay with me, go back to your hometown in the countryside and see if you can survive in the city!"

After saying this, Zuo Feng turned around and left. He was very sure that Dong Lin would probably find him, otherwise this guy, without him by his side, would probably not be able to manage his own meals, so he would Don't say anything else.

Forget it, after you go back, return him the money you cheated on him before, how can I put it this way, we have been partners for so many years...

Zuo Feng walked very fast, but Dong Lin didn't move. Such a mighty big man was standing in the middle of the field, helpless like a child.

Zhao Yang shook his head. This is someone else's private matter. He is not interested in taking care of it. It's just that Zuo Feng deliberately cheated Dong Lin by taking his money. He has seen many such things in the mall, even if he sighed in his heart so what?This kind of thing is too much.

"Let's go, big guy, go eat." Bu Qingyun patted Dong Lin on the back.

Dong Lin turned his head and looked at him in confusion.

"I think you may not be able to buy what you eat in restaurants, right? Just treat it as if I treat you to a meal." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

Dong Lin nodded obediently, and he didn't know if it was because there was nowhere to go, or because Bu Qingyun's smile at the moment was very contagious.