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Volume 17: The Continuation of Rourou¡¯s Song and Dance 1996.8.- Chapter 685: Thumbs up, you played well.

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    Class 11 scored a goal, so Class 11 served. Liu Zhichao passed the ball directly to Li Yong, and Li Yong rushed with the ball.

    Not to mention, Li Yong¡¯s figure looks very much like Cristiano Ronaldo among football stars. If he cuts his hair, he will look more like him. He is fast, has accurate skills, and can especially predict. Just now,  If he hadn't anticipated Song Qiang's volley, he might have volleyed with his foot.

    The final result was naturally that Song Qiang kicked the ball out, but he predicted Song Qiang's foothold, lightly kicked the ball with his foot, and let the ball move forward slowly, allowing Song Qiang to miss the ball in front.  He was so angry that he vomited blood.

    This time it was Lee Kuan Yew versus Sun Chengpeng, Qiao Yonglei versus Song Qiang, Qiao Yifei versus Qiu Bin, Liu Zhichao versus Jiang Guogang, Li Yong dribbling the ball all the way, and the entire class 11 was able to advance the situation, while Ye Bihuang was ignored by everyone in classes 11 and 12  Yes, ignored it.

    Sun Chengpeng may be impatient with the current backward situation. He turned around and prepared to beat the football at Li Yong's feet, but was passed by the opponent with a fake move. At the same time, he passed the ball to Lee Kuan Yew to catch the ball.

    Everyone in Class 11 seemed to have received a new number. Lee Kuan Yew rushed forward with the ball, while the remaining people abandoned their opponents and followed closely.

    Lee Kuan Yew roared in a low voice, his speed was very fast, and his foot movements were fierce. Although Jiang Guogang caught up with Lee Kuan Yew and could reach out to hook the ball, he did not dare. Lee Kuan Yew was also a famous violent person in school, and he had fought against many violent men.  Man, with such a fierce momentum now, there are probably not many people in the school who dare to grab the ball head-on.

    While he was hesitating, all the players in the field approached the goal of Class 12.

    "No." Song Qiang shouted weakly.

    Just when all the students in Class 12 were feeling desperate, a dark shadow flashed across the screen, Lee Kuan Yew lost his momentum, and the ball under his feet disappeared.

    "Damn it." Lee Kuan Yew yelled, turned around and stopped, it was Ye Bihuang.

    I saw that he was very fast and it was already past half time.

    "Chase me." Li Yong shouted loudly. He was known for his speed, and Liu Zhichao took the lead. The two of them tried their best to catch up with Ye Bihuang. Unfortunately, these two heroes who are usually known for their speed actually lost today.  , no matter what, he can't catch up with Ye Bihuang.

    Ye Bihuang walked to the goal, hooked the ball lightly, and the ball went in.

    Everyone stared at Ye Bihuang dumbfounded. Li Yong stepped forward and patted Ye Bihuang on the shoulder: "Damn, Bihuang, you are so awesome, you are so damn fast."

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose and smiled: "It's okay. Also, don't put your sweaty hands on my shoulders. It's very hot."

    "Oh, okay." Li Yong withdrew his hand instantly. He was still a little afraid of Ye Bihuang. Who doesn't know the opponent's reputation? Yang Ziming, the fierce fighting master, was hospitalized. The school was in a leaderless situation. Thinking, now is  A hundred schools of thought contend.

    "But even if a hundred schools of thought contend, have you ever seen any bastard go to trouble Ye Bihuang? Ye Bihuang doesn't want to be the boss, otherwise he will be the most violent overlord in the school.

    Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "You didn't want me just now. I made you regret it. There is still something good to watch next."

    Qiao Yonglei laughed and said: "Just brag, you were lucky just now. I know Guangyao's strength and you can't compare to him."

    "I" Lee Kuan Yew was about to speak when Ye Bihuang slapped him on the shoulder.

    "Since you say so, let's speak with our strength." Ye Bihuang said with a faint smile.

    "Ye Bihuang, you are good at playing football." Sun Chengpeng slapped Ye Bihuang, his face was full of smiles, Jiang Guogang and the others also gave Ye Bihuang a thumbs up, and now they finally believed that Ye Bihuang was not an undercover agent.

    "It's okay, just barely. They don't believe in my skills, so I'll let them suffer." Ye Bihuang glanced around. Just when he entered the stadium, he had already scanned all the players in the stadium.  After going through it all, he copied all their football skills into his own, and then used optimization skills to extract the essence and remove the dross. Now on the football field, he no longer relies entirely on the skills he had in junior high school, nor on the skills he had when he was first reborn.  After strengthening his motor skills, his endurance, speed, dribbling skills, and overall outlook have all been qualitatively improved, not to mention that he can challenge five people alone.

    ?????????????? When it comes to 5 vs. 5, as long as his team is there, it will never lose.

    The new ball was served by Class 12. Jiang Guogang was in a leading position in Class 12 and his skills were also good. Sun Chengpeng directly sent the ball to him.

    Jiang Guogang's superior skills were not enough, and he shook off Qiao Yifei and Liu Zhichao who came up one after another.

    Soon, Class 12 rushed to the door of Class 11, probably becauseDue to the opponent's continuous entanglement in the middle, Li Yong, Lee Kuan Yew, Qiao Yifei, Qiao Yonglei, and Liu Zhichao had already set up their formations and were waiting at the door.

    Originally, the football goal was small, and with the five boys guarding it tightly, there was no chance to kick the ball. If the ball was volleyed rashly, the final result would definitely be a loss of the ball.

    "Remember to give me the ball." Ye Bihuang whispered as he passed by Jiang Guogang, and then quickly ran to the side. The guy in front of him was Qiao Yifei, who looked like a bamboo pole. He had good speed and was suitable for man-to-man defense.

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose, while Jiang Guogang dribbled the ball and scanned the surroundings while turning. In the end, he chose to trust Ye Bihuang and passed the ball. The football arced and landed at Ye Bihuang's feet.

    Ye Bihuang naturally received the ball accurately and dribbled. Qiao Yifei was simply not good enough in front of him. Ye Bihuang relied on his extraordinary consciousness, skills and physical fitness to perform three fake moves in succession. Qiao Yifei  He was fooled three times. The last time he lost his center of gravity, he fell to the ground. During this period, Ye Bihuang had no physical contact with him.

    "Hehe." Ye Bihuang chuckled and took two steps forward with the ball. Qiao Yifei lost the defense, and there was just a gap for him to shoot the ball.

    "Whoosh." Ye Bihuang raised his foot and volleyed. The ball slid against the ground, but it was as unhindered as if it was in the air, and it instantly entered the goal.

    "Damn it, Ye Bihuang, you are an animal, you are too fierce." Li Yong exclaimed, he could clearly see Ye Bihuang's move when he passed Qiao Yifei just now. Putting those three fake moves together, I'm afraid the World Cup  Not many people can do it.

    That was the best bluffing move that could be achieved based on the environment and the situation at the time. It was hard for Li Yong to imagine any other way that could surpass Ye Bihuang's move just now.

    But what¡¯s even worse is that his volley just now was really stunning. The ball that was walking close to the ball just crossed his and Qiao Yonglei¡¯s toes. It was as if it had been calculated in advance. It was so accurate.

    Ye Bihuang snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "How about it, you regret it or you are surprised, who drove me away just now."

    "Come again, come again." Li Yong was very unconvinced, and Qiao Yonglei and Liu Zhichao also started to make noises.

    Ye Bihuang chuckled, waved his hand and said, "No problem." His calm and calm look really didn't deserve a beating. Li Yong and the others hated him with anger, but what could they do? That was his true level, and Ye Bihuang's fighting skills were generally recognized.  , Lee Kuan Yew and he are still brothers, it is obvious who to help if they really fight.

    So, although Li Yong and the others were very depressed, they could only bury this idea deeply in their hearts.

    "Damn it, the real person doesn't show his face." Jiang Guogang and Song Qiang surrounded Ye Bihuang one after another, obviously treating him as a hero.

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose and looked like he deserved a beating: "Low-key, low-key, I like to be low-key." He added in his mind, "Do things in a high-profile."

    "Hey, Ye Bihuang, that move you just made was so cool. Please teach me when you have time." Qiu Bin licked his face and got close to Ye Bihuang, looking fawning.

    Ye Bihuang glanced at him contemptuously, reached out and patted his perky belly: "Come on, you better lose weight to my level first, otherwise you will never learn."

    "Hahahaha." Song Qiang, Jiang Guogang and Sun Chengpeng laughed loudly, while Qiu Bin's face turned green, white and red, obviously it hurt his feet.

    Ye Bihuang said: "If you still want to score, remember to pass the ball to me."

    "No problem." Jiang Guogang responded directly without hesitation this time.

    Just now, Class 12 scored a goal. Class 12 served. Jiang Guogang passed the ball directly to Ye Bihuang who was on the side. Ye Bihuang had such powerful skills that he was unstoppable. He dribbled the ball all the way. Lee Kuan Yew and Li Yong took turns.  He actually failed to take the ball away from his feet.

    ?? He used everything from man-ball passes to void mistakes, and he soon reached the opponent's goal.

    Ye Bihuang hooked his foot lightly and the ball went in.

    "Yeah~~" Sun Chengpeng shouted happily, while Ye Bihuang touched his nose habitually, with an indifferent look on his face.

    The next time became Ye Bihuang's performance time. For 30 minutes, Ye Bihuang scored 11 goals in a row. What a terrifying number. Even if the players in Class 11 got the chance to attack, they would be unknown.  Ye Bihuang rushed over from nowhere and snatched the ball away. Class 11 had no chance to score.

    "Ye Bihuang, you are so handsome." Qiu Bin held up his chubby belly and prepared to hug Ye Bihuang.

    Ye Bihuang hurriedly pushed his big belly with one hand to prevent him from getting closer, and said with a smile: "It's just so so."

    Class 12While they were happy, the players in Class 11 looked sad.

    Li Yong shouted depressedly: "Ye Bihuang, you are too cruel. After all, you are also from our Class 11. You kicked so hard, 11 goals in total, rubbish."

    Ye Bihuang laughed: "You know you regret it now. You were so stubborn just now. Who pushed me to Class 12? Now you want me to go back, forget it."

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