"Tsk tsk … Where's my arrow?"
Huaxia Yanda Seaside. A young man had been walking back and forth along the seaside for an hour.
He was holding a short bow in his hand, but he couldn't find an arrow.
At noon, he had nothing to do, so he found a deserted place and hung up a target to practice his archery.
In the end, he didn't know what went wrong, but he felt that the sun was too scorching and suddenly shot an arrow at the sun like a chuunibyou.
Could an arrow shoot down the sun? Did he really think he was Hou Yi?
In the end, he really suffered retribution. In the blink of an eye, the arrow was gone.
He looked directly at the sun for a short while. Even though the light of the star's photosphere was weakened layer by layer, it wasn't something that the naked eye could look at for too long.
So when he shot the arrow, he closed his eyes.
Then, he heard an explosion that almost deafened him.
When he came back to his senses and looked at the sky, there was only a cloud mark that pierced through the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen.
The cloud mark faded quickly. The young man looked left and right, wondering if he had shot a Sky Piercing Arrow that could shock a hundred miles away.
But soon, he shook his head and smiled, guessing that the arrow had been blown into the sea by the wind.
"Forget it, forget it."
The young man felt strange, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't find it.
After circling around, the young man gave up.
He packed up his archery practice items and returned to the dormitory.
As soon as he entered, he heard his roommate, Han Dang, say, "Magic Ball, why are you so late? Did you go shooting the sun? There's a competition in the afternoon. "
The young man was embarrassed. Because he always went to practice archery, his classmates all laughed at him, saying that he wanted to practice shooting the sun.
"I know. Sigh, I dropped an arrow, and I couldn't find it after an hour."
"It's just an arrow, go and gather!" His roommate said and ran away.
"Han Dang, wait, I'll put the bow away." The young man hurriedly said.
His name was Mo Qiong, not Magic Ball, but his classmates liked to call him that, so he let them be.
Speaking of which, as a child from the mountains, he could be called Qiang, Wei, or Sheng.
But with his surname, all the names that were commonly used didn't sound right.
At first, he used the name Mo Chao, but now, it meant 'don't surpass'.
People had to be ambitious. If they didn't surpass others, would they be at the bottom?
This name stayed with him for only three years before he changed his name to Mo Qiong. Even though Mo Qiong still felt that his old name sounded better after he grew up, he couldn't change it after he started school.
His family's thinking was simple. Since their surname was Mo, they would call out whatever they were afraid of.
They didn't know what kind of future a child should have. They only knew one hard truth: Don't be poor!
There was nothing simpler than this. This was a name that only those who were afraid of being poor would come up with.
Mo Qiong was also motivated. His grades were always among the best. Although he didn't receive any scholarships in the two years after he entered the University of Cigarette Industry, he received some subsidies and did some odd jobs. Thus, the burden on his family was reduced.
At this moment, Han Dang pulled Mo Qiong and said, "Why are you still using the bow? Just leave it on the bed."
Mo Qiong was pulled along by him. He did not have the time to hang the bow properly, so he simply tossed it towards the shelf at the head of the bed.
"Swish … Swish …"
The bow and quiver in his hands drew an arc in the air, crossing a distance of three meters and accurately hanging on the ground.
If there was only one thing, one could try it a few times. Practice makes perfect. Perhaps anyone could do it.
However, Mo Qiong threw the bow and quiver at the same time with one hand and hung them on both sides of the shelf. This set of throwing looked extremely pleasing to the eye.
Mo Qiong was slightly stunned. He didn't expect it to feel so good.
"Awesome! That's it. Let's go!" Han Dang was first surprised by Mo Qiong's throwing ability. Then, he pulled Mo Qiong out of the dormitory.
There was a football match in the afternoon. It was a home match against the Dengzhou Sports School's football team.
Although it was just a friendly match, the opponent was a super team in the University Football League of Eastern China.
The president had said that if they won, there would be a feast and countless beauties to keep them company.
Although everyone knew that the latter part of the sentence was nonsense, they still attached great importance to this match.
On the way, Han Dang said, "Pass me more during the match later."
"You should have said that during the match." Mo Qiong smiled.
He had loved archery since he was young. After all, he was a child from the mountains. At the age of six, he could shoot birds with a slingshot. At the age of ten, he could make bows and arrows. At the age of eighteen, he could shoot the neck of a pheasant from fifty meters away.
There was nothing to say about his physical fitness. He was 1.89 meters tall and had long arms and legs. Now, he could hit the bullseye nine times out of ten.
It was also because of this that Mo Qiong joined the football club in school …
Yes, he who was proficient in archery … joined the football club. There was no other way. The school didn't have an archery club and he had to at least choose a club to join. He was dragged into the football club by his roommates.
And he was indeed quite suitable. He had a wide field of vision and fast reflexes. Coupled with his long arms and legs, he became the starting goalkeeper in the football club in just a year.
Han Dang ran fast and knew how to dribble. He was the main striker.
Their positions were extremely far apart. Therefore, Mo Qiong laughed at Han Dang for asking him for the ball.
"Come on, do you think we can suppress the midfield? Maybe I will be the only one in the front field … Instead of hoping to pass the ball, I might as well hope that you can find my position and try your luck. "Han Dang looked as if he could see the future.
Mo Qiong laughed and said, "I will also make a prediction. Wang Xiong will definitely pass it back to me."
"This scammer. He is such a noob but he still wants to be the starter." Han Dang curled his lips.
"Have you ever seen the captain not being the starter?" Mo Qiong shrugged.
When they arrived at the lounge, there were still 15 minutes before the match.
Mo Qiong quickly changed into his jersey and shoes. He sat on the bench and listened to the coach's instructions.
The coach nodded when he saw him. "Little Mo, your task today is very important. The opponent's number 12, Zhang Xin, averages 1.8 goals per game. He is right-handed. If you can get a clean sheet on him, we will have a chance."
Mo Qiong nodded, indicating that he remembered.
Then the coach nagged for a while. It sounded like something important, but that was it.
In the end, the final strategy was very simple: defend and look for opportunities.
That's right, it wasn't even a defensive counterattack. The coach said: look for opportunities …
After all, they weren't professional coaches and they weren't professional players. It was good enough that the football club found someone to help them analyze their opponents.
Before they went on the field, the captain cheered them on. "It's still the same. If we win, there will be a feast and a social gathering."
"There are hundreds of juniors watching us from the stands. It doesn't matter how many goals we get, the important thing is to play with momentum!"
"The football is round. What if we win?"
"Our University of Yan can't lose momentum. Do you understand?"
Everyone cheered. "Oh!"
Mo Qiong also looked very motivated, but he couldn't help but feel speechless.
What did he mean by it didn't matter how many goals they got?
This morale was worse than not being motivated. To be able to say something like that, it seemed like they already instinctively felt that they would be crushed.
…
After they went on the field, everyone habitually looked at the stands. However, they were all stunned when they saw it.
He saw that there was really a large group of female students in the stands. There were at least two hundred of them chattering away.
"Oh my god, Wang Xiong has some skills." Han Dang was shocked.
Mo Qiong was also stunned. Although there were many people who watched football, there were very few girls.
Usually, it would be good if there were a few girls. This time, there were more than two hundred. It was terrifying. The meaning of this match was suddenly different.
Captain Wang Xiong said, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, right? This is just a friendly match. The opponent will definitely not use their full strength. When the match starts, we will cooperate and give them a hard time."
Everyone nodded. Their spirits were suddenly different.
Under the gaze of the spectators, Mo Qiong could see that everyone was confident. They didn't look like they were going against a strong team.
Under the pressure, Wang Xiong even said, "Play well. When we are fierce, we will be on par with the sports school!"
"…" Mo Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he ran to the door. He really didn't want to listen to Wang Xiong's cheers. He only dared to say that they were on par.
When the match started, the stands were filled with louder cheers than before.
Mo Qiong clapped his hands and started to observe the match.
Just like what Wang Xiong said, they would give them a hard time at the start.
The midfielders pressed forward and tried their best to create opportunities.
As the left back, Wang Xiong actually crossed half of the field.
Mo Qiong was shocked and thought that it was bad.
Sure enough, in just four minutes, the ball changed hands and the opponent suddenly counterattacked.
With just three passes, the ball was brought to the left side of the penalty area.
Wang Xiong's speed was too slow. The left side was almost empty. The opponent who brought the ball to the penalty area was number twelve Zhang Xin.
Mo Qiong stared at Zhang Xin's feet and tried his best to block the angle.
"Peng!"
Facing the shot, Mo Qiong calmly found the trajectory. However, the speed of the ball was too fast and he only had time to hit it with a punch.
He thought that if he tried to hold the ball, he might not be able to hold it firmly and cause the ball to fall into the penalty area or even Zhang Xin's feet. At that time, he wouldn't be able to do a follow-up shot.
"A corner kick is acceptable. At least we can reorganize the formation …" Mo Qiong was just thinking when he suddenly looked at the ball in mid-air.
He saw that the ball didn't fly out of the end line. Instead, it made an arc and bounced to Zhang Xin's feet.
"What?"
Mo Qiong didn't have time to think and hurriedly continued to block the angle.
The landing point of the ball was out of his expectation. It was also out of Zhang Xin's expectation.
Zhang Xin thought that the ball would be hit out of the end line and thought that it was a pity. Who knew that it would bounce to his feet again? After being stunned for a moment, he decisively made a follow-up shot at close range.
"Peng!" Mo Qiong's reaction was quick. He had a good grasp of the trajectory of moving objects since he was young.
He saw the football and used his hands to support himself on the grass. He used his feet to follow the feeling.
He actually touched the ball.
"It's just a little graze. This ball is going in …" Just as Mo Qiong thought so, the football was unexpectedly bounced by his kick and landed on the grass in front of his face from his back!
"Eh?"
Mo Qiong decisively reached out and took the football into his arms. He hugged the ball and lay on the ground motionlessly.
Zhang Xin was ready to celebrate. When he saw this move with his back on the ground like a scorpion swinging its tail, he was dumbfounded.
"What a pity." Zhang Xin was annoyed. At the same time, he stared at Mo Qiong in amazement and slowly withdrew from the penalty area.
He secretly said that his luck was not good. To be able to use his back to the ground and use his heel like a scorpion swinging its tail to rub the ball in front of him, the strength and angle had to be just right. For this kind of thing, professional players could only rely on luck. Most of the time, they didn't know where the ball would bounce to.
When the opponent was annoyed, it was the cheers of his teammates.
These two consecutive saves were too amazing. It was only four minutes into the game and the scene suddenly became lively.
His ears immediately rang with the howls of his alumni.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"Awesome!"
"This is our number one heaven's show."
"His name seems to be called something like Ball. I've seen his previous games. His reaction is very fast. But today's wave is really too good. It should be an extraordinary performance. "
As it was their home ground, there were nearly 500 people watching the game. Usually, there were not so many, but there were many girls watching the game today. This really created a strong home atmosphere.
However, most of the girls were shocked by the sudden outburst of cheers.
"Did it go in? No, what are the boys shouting? "
"I don't know. I didn't watch the game."
Most of the girls did not understand why the boys were suddenly so excited. Wasn't it just the beginning?
They were all persuaded by Wang Xiong to come here to join more than a dozen clubs in the evening to free up time. Their own clubs did not have any activities. It just so happened that the football club had an important game, so they were invited by Wang Xiong to support.
They were not interested in football. They just sat and chatted, treating it as a gathering before the social gathering.
A fatty heard the confusion of the girls and immediately went up to be the commentator. "There was a professional save just now. That number one used his heel to intercept the shot and at the same time, he was able to let the ball fall in front of him …"
He described the situation just now with great emotion, but the reaction of the girls was, "Oh …"
The fatty was a little discouraged, but there were still girls who liked to watch boys play football. They asked, "Why did he use his heel?"
"Because that was a double save …"
When Fatty saw that someone was talking to him, he immediately became excited. He naturally became the commentator and happily explained the situation on the field.
Needless to say, his existence finally made most of the girls put down their phones and began to pay attention to the game.
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