"Awesome Magic Ball, Scorpion Tail Swing, you are showing off." The right back came late and could only shout 666.
Wang Xiong on the left also ran over and said excitedly: "Well done Magic Ball, your condition today is not bad, you must keep it up. I knew that the beauty buff would make you show off."
Mo Qiong was speechless.
Zhang Xin who was not far away laughed: "Show off? It's just luck, the match has just started. "
As he spoke, he said to Mo Qiong: "You, your defense is not bad, but your back … Heh, I will definitely score in ten minutes."
Mo Qiong looked at the ball blankly and ignored him. Zhang Xin looked at the stands awkwardly.
The beautiful girls not only boosted the home team's morale, but also boosted the away team's morale.
Zhang Xin thought: Are there so many girls watching the match in Smoke University? But this team's organization is too weak, I have many chances in this match, maybe I can do a hat trick.
While everyone was waiting for the goal, Mo Qiong's heart was filled with doubts.
"Something is wrong, the first save might be a mistake, but the second save should definitely go in. Why is the ball's landing point so strange?"
Others thought that he was a scorpion tail swing, and the ball just happened to be in front of him.
But only he knew that this should not be the case.
How much and how hard he rubbed, only he could feel it. This scorpion tail swing was almost a failure. Based on Zhang Xin's kick, the ball would change its trajectory, but it would definitely still go into the goal.
But the truth was that a casual graze had allowed the football to land lightly in front of him from behind.
"The trajectory seems reasonable, but … I kicked randomly."
Mo Qiong could not figure it out, but the match had to continue.
"Kick off! It's going to be over time! "Wang Xiong shouted.
Mo Qiong came back to his senses and hurriedly threw the ball on the ground, his gaze sweeping across the field.
His field of vision was extremely wide, and he quickly found everyone's position.
He saw Han Dang, who was far away from him, running repeatedly, trying to get rid of the defender beside him.
"This guy …" Mo Qiong knew that Han Dang was waiting for him to pass.
Previously, he said that if there was a chance, he would pass it to him. When Han Dang saw the goal, he frantically tried to find a chance.
"I'll give it to you!"
"Peng!"
Mo Qiong's long pass landed not far from Han Qian, behind the opponent's defender, at the edge of the penalty area.
Of course, he was dreaming, but his footwork was average.
It wasn't easy for him to kick over such a long distance, let alone hit where he pointed.
In most cases, the landing point would be off, and the force might even be too small.
However, as long as the ball was not too far off and Han Dang was able to catch up to it, there was still a chance. In the past, this kind of big shot depended on luck.
"Eh?"
The football drew an exquisite arc in the air. Looking at this arc, Mo Qiong knew: Damn, this landing point is perfect!
He did not know if this kick was executed too well, but the football actually fell precisely to the point that Mo Qiong wanted to pass.
"Good chance!"
Han Dang thought to himself that it was time for him to show off. The ball was passed too well. The landing point was right where the defenders did not have time to turn around, but he could rush straight to the spot to stop the ball.
Getting the ball from this position, the shooting angle was also excellent.
However, Han Dang jumped up and used his chest to receive the ball. After reducing the force, he raised his leg and wanted to kick the ball to a more suitable spot in the air, then break into the penalty area.
However, there was a deviation in the second step. The ball did not bounce from his chest. Instead, it fell down his chest and abdomen and hit the grass before bouncing up again.
This rhythm was not right. Han Dang's kick did not touch the ball, and directly hit the air.
When Han Dang ran two steps and turned back, the football had already been kicked out of the sidelines by the defenders who had caught up.
"Hiss! Such a good chance! What a pity … "
Han Dang hugged his head and wanted to hammer himself to death.
Hitting the air to stop the ball was a big mistake. If not for this mistake, he might have scored, or at least it would have been an excellent chance to shoot.
If it was a normal situation, he would not be so upset. However, he knew that Mo Qiong's pass was too good.
It was so good that it made him feel more guilty than usual when he missed an opportunity. He felt that he had let down Mo Qiong's pass.
With such an excellent pass, if he did not make a mistake and scored, then this assist and goal with Mo Qiong across the entire field would be enough for him to brag about until he graduated.
"Good ball, brother." While Han Dang felt that it was a pity, he clapped twice and gave Mo Qiong a thumbs up. He praised Mo Qiong from afar.
A few of the defenders from the sports school also looked at the goalkeeper of University of Smoke. The ball was indeed dangerous, but this striker … stopping the ball like this was too lousy.
Mo Qiong had a wide field of vision and also saw Han Dang stopping the ball.
Although he could not see it clearly, he knew that with Han Dang's skills, he could stop the ball. Even if there was a mistake, it would not be so ridiculous as to miss the ball.
Just now, Han Dang had used his chest to catch the ball and then used his leg to cushion it. In the end, the ball landed on the grass below Han Dang's crotch, causing him to fail to stop the ball.
That landing spot seemed to be the spot where the ball would land even if no one was watching.
"This spot is also the spot where I want to pass …"
Suddenly, Mo Qiong seemed to have realized something.
Combining all the strange landing spots from before, Mo Qiong thought to himself, "The landing spot that I set cannot be changed? Or should I say, wherever I want to shoot, it has to be there? "
Such a ridiculous thought spontaneously rose in his mind.
Mo Qiong could not help but think this way because after thinking about it, he immediately recalled that it was the same when he made the save.
His first save should have hit the ball out of the end line, but in his mind, he imagined the scene of the ball landing at Zhang Xin's feet.
Because he was afraid of such a thing happening, and the more he was afraid of something, the more he thought about it. In the end, it really happened. The ball inexplicably curved and landed at Zhang Xin's feet.
The second save was the same. When his heel brushed against the ball, because he was lying on the ground, he thought that it would be good if the ball landed on the grass in front of him so that he could directly hug it.
In the end, his wish came true. The ball really landed in front of him.
Coupled with the exquisite long pass just now, it really had the style of passing to wherever he wanted to. It was so accurate that … even if Han Dang stood at the landing spot to stop the ball and affected its trajectory, he still could not stop the ball from landing at the spot Mo Qiong wanted to pass to.
"I can shoot wherever I want to shoot? Possessed by the God of Football? It can't be? "Mo Qiong did not dare to believe it and tried his best to try again.
There was nothing better than practice to test ideas. It was fine if he did not know before.
Now that he had an idea, he just needed to try a few more times. If it was still the same, it would explain the problem.
…
The opportunity came quickly. Just five minutes later, the opponent's midfield pressed over.
Whether it was the ability to organize or individual skills, their team was completely destroyed.
The opponent's players could easily find opportunities and even create opportunities.
With a kick, he rushed to Wang Xiong's back. His reaction was slower than Zhang Xin's by a beat.
When Wang Xiong turned around, Zhang Xin had already received the ball and was dribbling it towards Mo Qiong. Regarding this, Wang Xiong could only follow behind.
Zhang Xin rushed into the penalty area with an imposing manner. He stared with a ferocious expression, trying to intimidate the goalkeeper and make the goalkeeper panic.
But when Mo Qiong was in primary school, he dared to chase wild dogs with firewood and catch snakes in the field with his bare hands and threw them to their deaths.
Zhang Xin's ferocious expression was at the level of acting cute. Mo Qiong's heart did not waver.
"Peng!" Zhang Xin saw that Mo Qiong had a stable angle and could only shoot with great force.
It was a powerful and heavy ball. Even if Mo Qiong pounced on it, it would probably deviate slightly from the angle and might still go in.
It should be said that he was indeed a professional footballer. In the past, when he encountered such a good ball, Mo Qiong would try his best to change the trajectory.
As for whether it would go in or fly out of the goalpost, it would depend on luck.
But this time, Mo Qiong did not care whether it went in or not. He only wanted to touch the ball.
"Zeng!"
Mo Qiong pounced and stretched his arms. His fingertips fiddled with the ball that was flying towards him.
The ball seemed to be hit by a palm. It fell directly on the grass and then bounced up again.
Mo Qiong knelt on one knee and held it firmly in his arms.
The entire process was pleasing to the eye, as if it was effortless.
It was as if he was not guarding the goal but hitting a flying balloon on the ground.
"F * ck …" Zhang Xin felt that his shot was very good. But the goalkeeper's performance was even better. It did not seem like an amateur at all.
In Zhang Xin's eyes, the shot that was hit by Mo Qiong on the ground was extremely difficult.
Among all the goalkeepers he had encountered, the best result was to hit the ball away.
But Mo Qiong had actually smacked it down … This was a very unstable choice for a goalkeeper. It required a high level of reaction time, arm strength, and other aspects of the player's condition.
It would be cool if he succeeded. But if he failed, he would be a sinner.
"Tsk, his technique is not bad. But the choice of the save is not right. Such a reckless goalkeeper. Once I open up the situation, he will definitely collapse." Zhang Xin felt that he had seen through Mo Qiong.
He felt that Mo Qiong was a talented but amateur goalkeeper. He was in good condition now.
But Zhang Xin was experienced in dealing with such a goalkeeper. He knew that he would have many chances. This was because such a goalkeeper was prone to mistakes.
Hearing the howls of the home team, Zhang Xin smiled confidently and left the penalty area.
"This number one is very stable. He actually hit the ball down."
"Not bad. The super long pass from before was also very good. It's a pity that the center forward is a little weak."
The students in the stands did not feel that the save was very dangerous because of the different viewing angles.
They only felt that the goalkeeper was very stable. In less than ten minutes, he had saved three shots from the sports school.
Little did they know that Mo Qiong was trembling with excitement.
"It's really like this … is this a superpower?"
Others thought that he had hit the ball down. But only he knew that he had only fiddled with the ball with his fingertips.
At this level, it was impossible for him to make the ball fall to the grass and catch it steadily.
It couldn't be luck, coincidence, or extraordinary performance.
He saw it very clearly. The moment he fiddled with the ball, the direction of the ball changed.
He thought that the ball would land on the grass in front of the goal line. Therefore, the direction of the ball changed was really toward the ground!
But according to mechanics, the ball should fly diagonally to the corner of the goal or bounce off the crossbar.
Mo Qiong threw the ball on the ground and prepared to kick off.
He took a deep breath and looked at the only striker in the front field, Han Dang, and the goal further away …
On the football field, what would it be like to be able to "kill mechanics" to specify the landing point of the football?
He could directly shoot the ball from his own team's penalty area into the corner of the opponent's goal!
"No, I have to calm down. I can't act like this."
"I'll leave the scoring opportunity to the striker. I'm just a goalkeeper …"
"Bang!"
Mo Qiong made a long pass. The ball was lifted high and went straight to the front field.
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