"Captain Pang, catch the ball!"
Twenty-two martial arts experts, including Li Er, started a battle of the century on the field of Yanhuang College. Cheng Chumo's side snatched the right to kick off, and Yuchi Baolin was in charge of kicking off. He was afraid that others would not know who he was going to pass the ball to, so he specially roared.
Then, the ball did not roll towards Pang Feiji, who was beside Yuchi Baolin. Instead, it flew directly towards the opponent's goal!
"Boom!"
The whole stadium was in an uproar. Everyone, including Pang Feiji, was caught off guard by Yuchi Baolin's very unusual kick off. The ball that had already flown out did not care about what the players thought. It flew out at the same speed as how much force Yuchi Baolin had just exerted on it! The ball that Yuchi Baolin kicked out with all his strength was not much slower than Li Er's kick just now. In the blink of an eye, it was close to the goal!
Although Yuchi Baolin's reaction was a little slower, his strength was really great. If there was a high-speed camera recording at the side, it would be able to see that the moment the ball was kicked out, one-fifth of it had already been flattened. It was obvious how terrifying this kick was!
The opponent's players' attention was still on Pang Feiji. No one would have thought that Yuchi Baolin, this big blockhead, would actually play a "diversion" trick, so no one went to block this ball at the first moment!
The goalkeeper on Li Er's side was Mo Zhong. This guy was still feeling depressed after hearing Li Er's words just now. Even if you beat him to death, he would never have thought that the opponent would threaten his side's goal so quickly. He hurriedly gathered his Qi in his dantian and pounced towards this menacing ball!
"Bang!"
It had to be clear that they were playing a Kung Fu football now. How could this ball that Yuchi Baolin had kicked out with all his strength be blocked by Mo Zhong, who had rushed over in a hurry ~?
They saw the ball enter Mo Zhong's arms with a loud bang. Immediately after, Mo Zhong's face turned the color of pig liver, and his body involuntarily retreated!
Chi ~!
The tremendous force carried by the football caused Mo Zhong to glide on the grass for a distance. Under everyone's astonished gazes, Mo Zhong actually held the football and slid back into the goal!
"It's in, it's in!"
Yuchi Baolin stared blankly for a moment, then cried out loudly.
When he had just kicked off, he suddenly remembered that Li Zexuan had told them about the rules of football the last time. He had said that they could directly score from the kickoff. So, he had a brainwave and thought of such a mischievous trick to create a diversion. However, he did not expect it to work!
"F * ck! Bao Lin, you're really something! Too awesome! We've just started and we've already scored ~! "
Cheng Chumo ran over and jumped onto Yuchi Baolin's back, patting the latter's head as he spoke in ecstasy.
The other team members followed suit and ran over to hug the two living treasures, cheering loudly.
"Oh! Oh my god! He scored just like that? "
"What … What kind of fighting style is this?"
"Does this ball count?"
Di Zhixun shook his head and said to the students next to him, "Of course it counts. The football has already crossed the line!"
The onlooking students outside the field were stunned. They could not believe their eyes. Of course, there were also people who questioned the goal.
At this moment, Mo Zhong got up from the ground and shouted at Yuchi Baolin, "It doesn't count, it doesn't count. I've just blocked your ball. How can it count as a goal?"
The cheers gradually stopped. Cheng Chumo stood out from the crowd and retorted, "Why doesn't it count? According to the rules set by Yamachō, as long as the football crosses the goal line, it counts as a goal. So what if you've hugged the football ~? "
"Chu Mo is right! The football has already entered the goal. How can it not count ~? This is the rule set by Yamachō! "
Pang Feiji also ran out to help.
"Haha, a goal from the kickoff. Good goal, good goal ~!"
At this moment, there was a burst of laughter outside the field, and the crowd automatically made way.
"It's Yamachō!"
"Yamachō is here!"
"Let's see what Yamachō has to say now!"
It was Li Zexuan who heard that Li Er had come to the academy. He came down from his office and saw Yuchi Baolin create a diversion to the east and attack in the west.
This scene was a little familiar. In his previous life, he saw it in the movie 'Shaolin Soccer'. In the movie, Stephen Chow scored a goal from the midfield. However, that was when Stephen Chow received the kickoff from his teammate in the midfield. Yuchi Baolin was even more ruthless. He shot from the kickoff and caught everyone off guard!
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
No matter what, Li Er was the emperor. As a subject, it was impossible for him not to greet him.
"No need to be so polite! Li Zexuan, tell me, does this goal count? "
Li Er waved his hand and asked casually.
Li Zexuan raised his head and answered, "Of course it counts, Your Majesty. As long as the ball enters the goal, it counts as a goal, regardless of the method used!"
Li Er was not angry. He nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. The game continues! Mo Zhong, if you don't guard the goal well again, I'll ask Mr. Yan to deduct all of your salary for this month! "
Yan Silu was the dean of teaching in the academy. At the same time, he was also the butler of the academy. He was in charge of everyone's salary.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Mo Zhong's face was full of bitterness. He was also complaining incessantly in his heart.
Li Zexuan smiled and walked to Pang Feiji and Cheng Chumo. He said, "Play well. Let His Majesty see the glory of the academy's football team. If you win, each of you will be rewarded with a football!"
Li Zexuan had just reached a foreign trade agreement with Zhenla and Piao. He had temporarily found a source of rubber, so he became more generous.
"What … What the f * ck! Yamachō, is what you said true? "
Cheng Chumo widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Of course it's true. You can do it, Chou Niu!"
In a moment of carelessness, he even said "Good luck", which made Cheng Chumo a little confused.
"What the f * ck! Yamachō, you can't do this! Why do they get a football if they win? "
Li Tai, who was outside the field, shouted that it was unfair. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know martial arts, he would have rolled up his sleeves and come up to play no matter what!
Li Zexuan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. He turned around and wanted to leave the field.
"Master, why don't you come up and play?"
Iron Egg ran over and whispered.
Most of the people on the field were better at martial arts than him. He felt that he was holding them back.
"No, you can continue to play! Remember, even if it's Kung Fu football, you still need to use your brain. Bao Lin's goal just now is a living example! "
If he, a martial arts grandmaster, went on the field and tortured the other side, Li Er would definitely make things difficult for him in the future. Therefore, he patted Iron Egg's shoulder. He first refused, then said earnestly.
At the same time, this was also said to Cheng Chumo and the others. This was because the strength of the players on this side was, on the whole, less than that of the opponents.
"Yes, master, I understand!"
Iron Egg's eyes turned and he replied thoughtfully.
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