interstellar football

Chapter 11 Regular Time
At the beginning of the second half, the white ball of light was still at the feet of the Jialan people. It was the same as Huaxia Football, and the two sides switched venues.

What the guards didn't expect was that after the start of the second half, the Jialan people changed their steady and steady style of play, and went on the court to bombard wildly, and even adopted the same fast break and fast play method as the Qiange people.

"what's the situation?"

The guards looked a little dazed. Are the Jialan people crazy? What are they trying to do?

Bang!
It was Garan No. 7 who kicked the ball. The midfielder shot directly, and a blue light flashed under his feet, like a rocket igniting.

The white ball of light castrated like electricity, and its speed was frighteningly fast.

But it still failed to escape the interception of Qian Ge's players. Qian Ge No. 3 rose from the penalty area and landed on the white light ball with one foot.

That's right, Qian Ge No. 3 was stepped on, and stepped directly on the ground, because most of the penalty areas were played by Qian Ge.

"Cosmic power!"

The guard was startled. Seeing this, there was something he didn't understand. No wonder the Garan people went crazy when they came up. It turned out that the second half was played with cosmic power.

Just from Jialan No. 7 daring to shoot in midfield, it can be seen that Qian Geren's cannonball passing no longer has an advantage.

And the blue arc of light under Jialan No. 7's feet is his cosmic power, and his kicking speed is faster than Qian Geren's cannonball passing.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

The guard was startled suddenly, he had spent all his time practicing the ball and forgot to practice cosmic power.

If you want to become an interstellar player, you must not be able to kick a lightning fast ball if the cosmic power is weak.I have the cosmic power of explosive fire, and I must be able to release fire when playing football, otherwise I will definitely not be able to defeat 7 competitors.

If you want to become a star player, don't even think about it.

In an instant, the guard's forehead was sweating, he didn't expect to make such a low-level mistake.

Looking at the green arena again, the white ball of light was kicked flying all over the sky, like a cursor bumping randomly, and the guards' eyes were full of ghosts.

In the first half, they didn't shoot a single goal for a long time. In the second half, the two sides played fast break and fast break, and they shot a lot of goals for a long time.

"No, I can't watch it for eight to 10 minutes at this speed."

With the vertigo experience in the first half, the guard resolutely turned off the stereoscopic image, his eyes were filled with double images, and his head swelled.

Even if he didn't turn off the stereoscopic image, he couldn't last for 5 minutes.

"Before I improve my eye speed, I will definitely not be able to watch the second half of the game. I should practice the explosion fire first. Maybe the explosion fire will become stronger, and my eyesight will also increase accordingly."

After standing up and exercising their muscles and bones, and then being silent for a while, the guards sat cross-legged to practice the explosive fire.

From this moment on, the guard set a regular time for himself, studying cultural lessons in the morning, practicing football in the afternoon, practicing explosive fire in the evening, and watching the first half of the game with stereoscopic images every three days.

As for the second half of the game, he gave up the idea of ​​watching.

Half a month later, in the morning, the guard carrying his schoolbag and preparing to go to school met Uncle Wu downstairs in the dormitory.

Wu Bo, who was dressed in a security uniform, looked dignified, and whispered beside the guards in the aisle: "Your second uncle will bring two players with him when he comes back today. He is your coach, with a decisive and fierce personality. He has just finished his football career. If there is resentment, you'd better not provoke him."

"He dared to scold me and complain to grandpa." The guard muttered.

"Your grandfather didn't tell your second uncle who you are, and he didn't know that it was because of you that your grandfather ended his football career."

"What will happen if the second uncle finds out?" the guard asked in fear, his eyes evasive.

"Back then, your grandfather didn't let your second uncle play professional football. Your second uncle drove a forklift to demolish your house. The five floors of your house are built from the back. His fierceness is not inferior to Huang Fatty. Be careful. point."

Uncle Wu smiled and left, the guard stared and muttered: "I've provoked someone, and I've met some murderous people."

"Whoever bullies you, I, ugly cow, will beat him up for you."

Ugly Niu came from the dormitory building with his schoolbag on his back, and heard the muttering of the guards.

"No one."

The guard responded with one sentence and said nothing, and the ugly cow looked at it and said nothing.

Not long after, the vehicle to pick them up from school arrived. The guards and the ugly cow boarded the vehicle one after another. After the fourteen players arrived, the vehicle slowly left the Galloping Club.

……

Haishi No. [-] Middle School, Class No. [-], Junior No. [-], eight players including Wei Bing, Chou Niu, and Bing Tai Shan became classmates. They entered the classroom to hula a small group, and sat together in the back corner of the classroom, four pairs at the same table.

"Hey! Captain, give me an autograph. When you become football stars in the future, I will follow suit."

As the name suggests, Sun Xiaokong looks thin and small, the only big thing is his eyes, smiling and lying on the desk looking at Mount Bingtai.

"Okay, sign there?"

Bingtaishan generously agreed, no matter how Sun Xiaobing is also a classmate, it is so embarrassing.

"Here! Eighty photos, no more, no less."

Sun Xiaokong took out [-] photos from his pocket and put them in front of Bingtaishan. The above one was a frontal photo of Bingtaishan getting off the car.

"Sun Xiaokong, you..."

Bingtaishan snorted angrily and was speechless immediately, this bastard Sun Xiaokong actually secretly took pictures for them, and even dared to take them out for autographs.

"Help everyone, whether I, Sun Xiaokong, can become famous in No. [-] High School depends on you."

Sun Xiaokong grinned and distributed ten photos to each of the eight players.

"The photo was confiscated, and the signature was not."

Bingtaishan was so angry that he grabbed ten photos of himself and threw them on the table.

"Farewell, Captain B, I took these photos with great pains. You can't just confiscate them, can you?"

Sun Xiaokong was crying with a condolence face, and reached out to dig into the table bucket of Bingtai Mountain.

"roll!"

Bingtaishan pushed horizontally, Sun Xiaokong staggered three or four steps away, and was supported by two male classmates from behind.

"Xiaokong, don't ask him for it anymore, don't you have negatives in your phone, make another [-] copies tomorrow, and lay them on the floor as shit."

"That's right, what's so great about playing football, you really think of yourself as a star."

Two male classmates dragged Sun Xiaokong away by cursing.

"Who do you call shit"

Bingtaishan stood up with a hush, his face was full of anger, and Fan Mingzhu at the same table stretched out his hand and pulled him down: "Captain, don't be as knowledgeable as them. The school sued the club and said that our fights have a bad influence."

"Captain, the coach is here today."

The guard sat behind Bingtaishan and poked him with a pen.

"really?"

Bingtaishan turned his head to look at the guard, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

The other six players also turned their attention, and the guard became the focus.

"Ok!"

The guard nodded slightly, and the players immediately became excited.

Half a day of study was spent in anxiety and waiting. When returning to the club after school at noon, all players were notified to meet at the football field in half an hour.

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