novelslam Chapter 210 Waiting For This Moment
Chapter 210 Waiting For This Moment
Chapter 210
The training here is not over yet, and I saw the sixth junior brother leaping forward. It's hard to imagine how he managed to achieve his current tonnage.
After making a hole in the grass, the sixth junior brother rushed to Zhou Xing's feet, grabbed the egg yolk left on his broken shoe, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Sixth Junior Brother, forget it!"
Zhou Xing was shocked.
The four brothers who came later joined forces to drag him away.
Before leaving, the sixth junior brother was still shouting, my bastard!
Zhou Xing, who hadn't seen him for some years, was thinking about when the sixth junior brother had this habit.
Mingfeng reminded him: "Don't be distracted! Let's continue."
This time, Zhou Xing was a little distracted, he didn't react immediately, and Ming Feng threw the bullet between his legs.
And this scene happened to make the sixth brother, who was dragged away by the seniors backwards, perfectly caught his eye. "three five seven"
"My egg—!"
With a yell, the mad Sixth Junior Brother was no longer able to be held back by the Four Senior Brothers.
Throwing off his arms, after being shaken away by the four senior brothers, he sprinted towards Zhou Xing with red eyes, and the destination was the egg that Ming Feng smashed.
How could Zhou Xing let him succeed? If he was thrown here today, he has worked so hard to keep his chastity for more than 20 years, where should he put it!
He snatched a bullet from Ming Feng's hand, and smashed it in without saying a word, chasing the back of the sixth senior brother, it fell into the mouth of the third senior brother who came running.
Good fortune tricks people!
The sixth junior brother now only has eggs in his eyes, no matter who the person standing in front of him is, he can't stop his collision figure.
Turning his head to lock the direction of the egg, he was overwhelmed by the third senior brother, and then there was a burst of unsuitable shots. By borrowing the position, the desired effect was achieved.
Then Yifu, the third senior brother couldn't control his palms, grasping the weeds on the ground, and the details of kicking his legs fiercely.
Although there are no pictures, the audience's minds can consciously complement him completely.
On the screen, Mingfeng and the others slowly approached, but no one came to stop the Sixth Brother's atrocities against his Third Senior Brother!
Everyone is watching.
In contrast, Zhou Xing's treatment, what is a group pet!
The third senior brother was about to cry.
After the farce, the training continued.
With previous experience, Zhou Xing relied on his strong body control ability to kick up the egg without damaging its shell.
Take over the feet and exercise the left and right legs together.
In the end, the more he kicked the feet, the smoother he felt. At the end, he even finished the flower work, and his toes and knees became the stage for Zhou Xing to perform.
At the end, if the strength of the palm is controlled better, the egg will not be caught and exploded by him.
The familiar roar sounded.
This time Zhou Xing calmly took out the second egg, and then hit the third brother's mouth with precision.
The familiar scene was staged again.
The third senior brother, who was thrown down, encountered the atrocities of the sixth senior brother again!
Everyone was not surprised, and quickly stepped forward to watch.
The fourth senior brother even prepared a camera, just to wait for this moment.
On this day, Mingfeng built a wall for Zhou Xing. The wall was painted with spray paint, and a simple target was drawn in red and black.
Let Zhou Xing practice against this wall, and when he can hit the red heart with any random kick, he will be able to make his debut at any time.
Carefully control the strength of kicking the ball. If one kick is light, the ball will be crooked. If the kick is heavy, Zhou Xing will kick the wall out of a hole.
Judging from the current progress, he is probably still a long time away from officially becoming a teacher.
Zhou Xing is practicing, because the five brothers are not playing.
Passing and dribbling all require hard work, and the fourth brother's goalkeeper skills are not enough, so they are all trained by the devil.
As one day passed, Zhou Xing's progress speed was as fast as the naked eye could see.
Yesterday's flustered, today everything becomes easy.
With both hands in his pockets, the football under his feet, with a random kick, accurately hit the wall not far away.
The distance is getting farther and farther. The half-meter shot at the beginning has been extended to one shot today.
The sixth junior brother and others stepped on the right track and began to run on the court. They were familiar with the field and the teammates around them. Cooperation is an eternal thing on the court.
Mingfeng sat in the auditorium, playing the role of the devil's instructor, puncturing every sentence, stabbing people with every word!
"Be careful, you can make such an obvious mistake, I can even defend that ball!"
"And you, haven't you eaten? How did you kick the ball? With such strength, I can block it with my eyes closed!"
"Run, run, what are you doing standing there [waiting for someone to tackle the ball?"
"Use your brains, your heads are not for decoration, think about what your opponent will do, how they want to run!"
Across half the venue, Mingfeng could be heard scolding 0...
After scolding for a long time, his mouth was also a little dry, and when he turned his head to get water, he felt an abnormal vibration.
Disposable paper cups filled with water, the water surface has circles of ripples, and the speed of the ripples is still intensifying.
Shooting training ground.
A ball passed through the corner of the eye and hit the concrete wall. The sound of the violent impact shook off a lot of the loess on the top of the concrete wall.
Directly opposite the wall, there was a person standing, and the flying ball was kicked from his feet.
Every foot is full of strength, and the sound of violent impact is endless.
With a distance of a football field, Zhou Xing was able to accurately kick the ball right in the center of the target.
The cement wall is no longer as tall and straight as before, the deep hole in the center of the bull's-eye, and the broken cracks in the wall are evenly distributed in a violent shape.
Zhou Xing stood in the distance, kicking the ball in a fancy way, using various angles and postures to kick the ball that bounced back to the center of the target on the concrete wall.
Upside-down golden hook, volley, forward spin, reverse spin, in short, he tried all kinds of scoring methods.
"awesome!"
The big brother and the others stopped training at the same time, and they all surrounded Mingfeng, watching Zhou Xing's performance.
"He can't kick it alone. Who can catch this kick? Old Mian?"
The big brother sighed.
"Me? Hehe..." The fourth senior brother didn't answer directly, only showing a handsome and cold face.
"Football cannot be played by one person!"
Mingfeng replied with 4.5 feelings. Although his eyes were locked on Zhou Xing, his thoughts drifted to nowhere.
It is estimated that it was emotional, reminding him of the time when he was chasing his dream.
The screen changed.
On the earthy yellow sand field, a center line was drawn with red paint, and a football was placed at the center of the red line.
A few gusts of wind swept by, raising a cloud of dust.
"The game lasted 30 minutes and there was no rest at halftime. Everyone is a football player and knows everything about the rules. Don't I have to say it again?"
When the yellow sand dissipated, Zhou Xingliu changed into monk robes and stood on the side of the red line on a simple football field.
There was also a row of people standing directly opposite them, but compared to the non-mainstream like Zhou Xing, the jerseys on them were obviously much more normal.
"Okay, it seems that everyone has no opinion!".