genius creator

Chapter 272 Friendly Match

Yang Luo knew that this guy must be provoking him, but Yang Luo was also full of bitterness. Who wouldn't want to soar into the sky, but the system didn't support it, so he could only smile wryly.

The car drove all the way and finally stopped at the entrance of a college in another city.

Santander occupies a small area and is not far from other cities. It takes less than an hour to drive to Yangluo.

After getting out of the car, he looked at the college in front of him. Not to mention, Yang Luo was shocked by the thick European architectural style. He had never seen a school with this kind of architecture in China. Even Rongcheng College was a hundred years old. Old school, ancient charm, completely different from the European architectural style in front of you.

Pires stopped the car and walked up to Yang Luo, saying, "Go in."

Yang Luo was taken aback and asked, "Aren't you going back?"

Pires was stunned for a moment, "I didn't intend to leave at first." After finishing speaking, Pires finally came to his senses, pointed to Yang Luo and said, "I sent you all the way here, so let me go, then are you You have to let me pick you up after playing football."

Yang Luo thought for a while, and he really intended to do so, but now that Pires said so, Yang Luo was ashamed to admit it.

"Let's go, don't make people wait." After speaking, Yang Luo trotted away all the way.

The school where Wang Ke is located occupies a large area, and Yang Luo got lost as soon as he walked in, but seeing many students who looked like students running towards a place anxiously, Yang Luo also ran there.

Bypassing the tall teaching building in front of him, there is actually a very spacious stadium behind, which is about the same size as the Sardinello Stadium, but the stands here are not as spectacular as the sports stands of their own team.

There were densely packed students sitting in the stands, and dozens of figures on the court continued to intersect quickly, and at the same time there was the sound of thumping when passing the ball.

But what is surprising is that in this campus full of yellow hair and blue eyes, the playground is full of oriental faces. Such a scene really makes Yang Luo a little friendly.

At this time, a figure on the field immediately attracted Yang Luo's attention.

A man with an oriental face in a blue jersey rushed forward fiercely with the ball. Facing many defensive players, this player was in a strong figure and extremely fast. He shook several times and even got rid of the defenders in front of him Go directly into the restricted area.

At this time, the three defenders in the penalty area rushed over together.

Yang Luo saw it, observed carefully, and suddenly shouted: "Not good," just as he said that, surrounded by three players, that player actually made an extremely difficult move, using his heel to throw the ball horizontally. Chuan passed from the three of them, and at this time, his teammate just arrived and hit the goal after receiving the pass.

The ball is in.

After scoring the goal, the player in the blue jersey immediately ran to the front field and hugged the passer. On the contrary, the player in the white jersey lowered his head and kept shaking his head, looking extremely frustrated.

Yang Luo has been staring at the player who assisted just now. He is at most eighteen or nineteen years old, but he is in good physical condition in all aspects, especially in terms of technique and goal awareness. The most important thing is that this Even if the players come to Europe, it is not without market.

When Yang Luo was praising this player in his heart, that player actually made a move that made Yang Luo extremely disgusted.

That turned around, gave a thumbs up to a player who was behind, and then turned his thumbs down, making a humiliating look.

Seeing this, the opponent's players blushed one by one, and they were all very angry.

Whether it is sports or any other activity, mutual respect is the most basic, especially the friendly match between two countries, it should be friendship first and competition second, but this player's actions deeply angered Yang Luo, no matter what Yang Luo hated which side he was a player.

"Trash." Yang Luo said.

Pires walked over from behind, and he also saw the goal just now. He commented from the standpoint of a coach: "There is no problem with the body speed, and the pass in front of the goal is good. As an Asian player, he can do it." It’s been pretty good so far.”

Yang Luo was so angry that he couldn't even show basic respect. This kind of person didn't deserve to be a player.

"Yang Luo." At this time, a voice sounded in the distance, and Yang Luo turned his head quickly, only to see Wang Ke and a few female classmates standing behind him, waving at him.

Yang Luo turned his head, the anger on his face dissipated a lot, "Wang Ke."

Although Wang Ke is a girl, the patriotism in her heart is no worse than that of a boy. When she saw that her team was behind, she couldn't sit still. She turned around and looked at the school gate many times, but she didn't see Yang Luo for a long time. So I simply came down to have a look, and many female classmates also joined her when they heard that they were going to pick up Yang Luo.

Seeing Yang Luo this time, Wang Ke immediately became excited.

Now Yang Luo is much taller and mightier than before, but the delicate face and the clarity in the eyes have not changed at all, especially after the physical training in Europe during this period, the muscle lines on his body are more obvious, which is inevitable. It will attract the attention of many girls.

When Yang Luo was in front of him, many girls screamed directly.

"Yang Luo, why are you still standing there, I'll wait for you." Wang Ke hurried over and said.

Yang Luo rubbed his head and looked at the court with some embarrassment, and said, "I still haven't figured out which side is ours."

Wang Ke pointed to the side wearing the white jersey, and said, "That's the white jersey." After speaking, he deliberately glanced at Yang Luo's jersey, especially the word Rongcheng printed on Yang Luo's chest. He said happily: "What a coincidence, you are also wearing a white jersey, and you are also from Rongcheng High School. It's really great."

"You know Rongcheng High School?" Yang Luo was very surprised, feeling that not many people knew about Rongcheng High School.

"Who doesn't know Rongcheng High School now, hurry up and play." After speaking, Wang Ke pushed Yang Luo to the court.

The Chinese students were preparing for the halftime kick-off. At this moment, Wang Ke pushed Yang Luo onto the field. The players above immediately recognized Yang Luo. When they saw Yang Luo appear, their faces immediately showed excitement and confidence to win.

"Yang Luo, we have been oppressed and beaten by others, you have to help us out, and show us Chinese faces," Wang Ke said angrily.

Yang Luo didn't speak, but looked at the angry faces on the field. He could feel that the players, like Wang Ke, must be full of anger. They were eager for victory, for a game that truly belonged to them. their victory.

"Don't worry, we won't lose to anyone." Yang Luo said firmly.

(End of this chapter)