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Chapter 7 Bet
Shi Hao's third test is a long pass.

There was also a long queue at the field for the long pass test.Shi Hao reckoned that he would have to wait until the afternoon when it was his turn.There were more than a dozen people in front of them, and it took an hour to finish all the tests.It's almost noon now, after all, you have to take a lunch break at noon, don't you?

In front of him, there was a tall and strong man, it was Zhang Yong, and there were several people between them.

Zhang Yong had been talking to the person in front of him all the time, when he suddenly turned around and found Shi Hao behind him, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "'Genius', how many items have you tested?"

"Tested the ball and shot." Shi Hao said indifferently, as if he was answering a stranger asking for directions without any emotion.

"'Genius' must be full marks." Zhang Yong smiled cheaply.

"No."

"Hehe, do you want to make a bet on this event? Whoever gets the lower score will just squat here for 10 minutes."

Horse squatting was the coach's favorite punishment method when he was in the youth team of the Hunan Army, and it can be described as unforgettable.

Shi Hao felt a little melancholy when he recalled the memories, and said with a smile, "Okay."

He is very clear about Zhang Yong's characteristics. His ability to grab points is average, his turns are slow, but his defensive actions are fierce, and his long pass level is not bad. When he was in the youth team, his long pass from the backcourt to launch an attack was an important part of his tactics.

Comparing him with a long pass, especially since I haven't had formal training for two years, I really don't think I'm an opponent.

But there are some things that you won't stop doing just because you can't do them.

If you are timid because you are afraid of difficulties and failures, then it is best not to have dreams.

Because dreams are the hardest things in the world to come true.Among a hundred people who pursue their dreams, not even one can succeed.

The row of teenagers waiting for the test heard them talking, and at this moment they all whispered: "It's a good show!"

"What good show?"

"Two people bet against each other, the loser squats for 10 minutes."

"Who is such a big bet?"

"Miscellaneous No. 10 and Inter Milan No. 4."

Although Shi Hao is an Inter Milan fan, this time he is wearing a short-sleeved training shirt with the number 10 printed on it.If I remember correctly, Zhang Yong is a fan of AC Milan, but he wears Inter Milan's No. 4 jersey, which is also ironic.

The curious eyes of the teenagers cast their eyes on Shi Hao and Zhang Yong up and down.

"Who can win?"

"Whoever wins, let's watch the show."

Sure enough, it soon entered the noon break time, and even Zhang Yong hadn't finished the test yet.

Shi Hao found a western restaurant near his home and ate a steak alone, and then lay down on the sofa and squinted for a while after eating.

The air conditioner in the western restaurant was turned on a little too loudly, Shi Hao felt dizzy and sneezed several times after waking up from sleep.

Shi Hao scolded himself a few words in his heart, and hurried to the stadium.

Under the scorching sun, everyone was sweating profusely, and everything felt dazzling.

Shi Hao found a corner to warm himself up again, stretched his ligaments, and rushed to line up after sweating profusely. His body felt comfortable, and the feeling of dizziness disappeared.

At 1:[-] in the afternoon, the draft activities continued.Several teenagers who had finished the test before remained on the edge of the field, wanting to witness the outcome of the bet.

Finally it was Zhang Yong's turn to test the long pass, he looked back at Shi Hao provocatively, and walked forward calmly.

The test props for the long pass project are five iron rings with a diameter of 5 meter, and the distance between each ring is 1 meters.Players participating in the draft stand 2 meters away and have a total of 30 chances to kick the ball. If they can hit each hoop twice, then they will get the highest score of 10 points, which will decrease in descending order.

Zhang Yong placed the ball, paused with his hands on his hips, then ran up and kicked it out, and the football landed exactly in the center of the first hoop.

He turned around and grinned at Shi Hao, as if to say, "Did you see that?"

Shi Hao didn't feel anything.To say that there is emotion, it is also eager to try.He has also done this kind of exercise in recent training, but he practiced it with discarded car inner tubes, and he can almost have an 80% hit rate.

Zhang Yong continued his test, and he accurately found the landing point for the next four long passes.

Several teenagers watching from the sidelines gave applause from the heart.Among the people who tested before, there is no one who can hit 5 consecutive hits.

In the sixth time, Zhang Yong made a mistake, and the football went a little far. This mistake seemed to affect his mood.

He used to look back at Shi Hao every time he kicked a ball, but after this mistake, he bit his lip and looked serious.He then failed to find the target on the seventh, eight and nine long balls before hitting another one on the 10th.

60 points, this is his final score.

This kind of performance is really not up to standard. Shi Hao clearly remembers that Zhang Yong had a more precise footwork than this when he was training in the club two years ago.

After Zhang Yong used up his ten chances, he was a little downcast, and when he passed by Shi Hao, he smiled nervously: "'Genius', 10 minutes of horse gait, you won't renege on your debt, will you?"

Shi Hao smiled lightly. "You have the nerve to brag in front of me at this level? Keep your eyes open."

After waiting for a while, it was Shi Hao's turn to play.After the staff member read Shi Hao's name, Shi Hao walked towards the kicking point lightly as if his feet were fitted with springs, took the football thrown by the staff, and put it away carefully.

Someone next to him whispered, "Come on!"

Although they were all opponents in this draft, some youngsters knew full well that they had no chance, and they came here purely to join in the fun, so they did not hesitate to cheer Shi Hao on.

Then he took a few steps back, started a run-up with almost no hesitation, and kicked decisively.The football draws a rainbow-like arc and falls accurately into the first hoop.

Shi Hao smiled silently.It feels good and should be fine.

2 hits. 3 hits. 4 hits...

Zhang Yong's face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, he didn't know whether it was from the sun or from fright.

Shi Hao only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't say a word.Football, after all, depends on strength to speak, doesn't it?Anyone can talk trash, but not everyone can play the ball well.

8 hits, 9 hits... On the 10th time, the flying football finally missed the target and went slightly wide.

90 points, this is Shi Hao's final score.

Sparse applause rang out.Even if it was a competitor, the teenagers onlookers couldn't help applauding.This is the highest score so far in the long pass event. Before Shi Hao, the best performing teenager only scored 70 points.

Shi Hao himself felt that it was as if a god had helped him this time.Maybe it was to make up for the luck that I lacked in the shooting test before.

After the staff reported the score, Shi Hao walked back calmly, and whispered when he passed by Zhang Yong, "Be more conscious."

Zhang Yong clenched his fists tightly, without saying a word to refute, he took off on the spot.Although Zhang Yong's face quickly turned liver-colored under the strange gazes of the people around him, he remained motionless, standing steadily on horseback, with a pair of eyes staring at Shi Hao unyieldingly.

Shi Hao smiled.

This is Zhang Yong, with a very annoying personality, a bad mouth, and bad habits all over his body, but his words are not compromised.

A burst of laughter erupted from the side, and the teenagers who had stayed before watched with relish, and this scene full of joy made them deeply feel that it was worth the price of admission.

Shi Hao is not interested in continuing to watch Zhang Yong being humiliated, he is here to participate in the draft, not just for fun.Under Zhang Yong's murderous gaze, he walked towards his next test site.

(End of this chapter)