Pampas waist

Chapter 20 A Full Day

The referee points to the center circle, the goal is valid!
Six to zero.

Bright red characters appeared on the scoreboard, junior high school players flocked to Cesc Fabregas, while Chen Mo silently returned to the midfield and waited for the serve.

The white midfielder who bumped into people and said harsh words was not far away, staring at Chen Mo viciously, looking like he wanted to eat people, but Chen Mo didn't want to talk to him at all, just like what the physical education teacher said, high school can't play junior high , no matter what the reason is, the future will always be the subject of ridicule.

What needs to be done now is to score more goals, so that this game will be remembered by the whole school. The deeper the memory, the better. Abuse, really pitiful] negative teaching material.

The only way to not be ridiculed in the future is to win this game.

But unfortunately, winning requires strength.

As the game progressed, Chen Mo, Messi Xiaofa and others became more and more familiar with the playing style and characteristics of the high school players. At the beginning, the high school could rely on their physical advantages to snatch the ball back a few times, but when the game entered seven After 10 minutes, the scene began to appear one-sided.

Chen Mo took the ball in the middle circle, and the white midfielder immediately rushed up, aggressive like a bison, but he didn't know that Chen Mo had already seen through his movement habits.

"He's going to steal the ball with his right foot!"

With a fixed gaze, Chen Mo stepped on the ball and did not make a move. When the white midfielder rushed in front of him, he suddenly swung his ankle, and the ball moved from his right foot to his left foot. At the same time, his left foot led the ball forward and passed directly Lost the white midfielder who couldn't stop the car.

“Fried meatballs!”

"Great gift! This action is so beautiful!"

"Clean and neat!"

"He's so flexible!"

There was a burst of amazement from the sidelines, including Ke Li's eyes widened.

Just now, Chen Mo made fried meatballs at a distance of less than two meters in front of her. The visual impact is huge!

Chen Mo didn't notice the reaction of the people on the sidelines. He was rushing forward with the ball at this time. When he came to the front of the penalty area, the high school full-back made up again.

The purpose of dribbling the ball is to attract the defense, and the goal is achieved. Without any hesitation, Chen Mo stabs the ball directly to the side. Pique in the penalty area yelled: "High ball! Upload it to my head!"

In the cross, the ball was high, Pique jumped high and pressed the high school defender to push the ball into the net.

Seven to zero.

The whole set of offense was smooth and flowing, and the junior high school players started to celebrate again, but the atmosphere in the high school had completely collapsed, everyone's face was full of torment, and the fighting spirit had long since disappeared.

However, Chen Mo did not intend to let them go, and organized wave after wave of violent attacks.

Ten minutes later, the whistle sounded for the end of the game, the score was fixed at 10-[-], and the referee didn't give a second of extra time.

"Hahaha, the lads are doing great! Come and drink some water!"

The school had already brought several boxes of mineral water from the sidelines. The physical education teacher smiled like a chrysanthemum and led the students to deliver water to the players.

Coincidentally, when it was Chen Mo's turn to deliver the water, it was Keli.

Chen Mo unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, brushed his wet black hair back, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Well, I'm sorry, I bumped into you before."

Keli rolled her eyes wide: "There's no need to apologize, remember not to sleep in math class tomorrow."

"Uh"

"Okay, okay, get the water and leave quickly, there are still people behind."
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La Masia youth training camp, stadium.

"What the hell are you doing?!! Kicking balloons with high school students? Do you have any self-discipline to be a professional player in the future?! Do you know that it is very likely to be injured when the other party is angry?!"

I was planning to go back to the youth training camp to take a shower, but as soon as I entered the gate, Coach Zach called Chen Mo and the others to the stadium and turned on the hair dryer.

Chen Mo shrank his head and was speechless secretly, and the others also lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.

Zach walked up to Chen Mo: "You kid was running on the court very hard when you were playing football? Why do you want to sleep when you get to math class?!"

Chen Mo stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the coach! I don't understand math!"

"Pfft-"

Pique laughed directly at the words, and Zach also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickly straightened up, "Be serious! Do you know if you made a mistake!"

Chen Mo immediately shouted: "I know, coach!"

"What's wrong?"

"Shouldn't be kicking a fighting balloon!"

"Then you stand!"

"what?"

Chen Mo was taken aback, Zach ignored him, and walked up to Messi with his hands behind his back: "Where did you go wrong this time?!"

Messi was embarrassed for a moment, and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Shouldn't you be playing balloon fights on the field?"

"Still smart!"

Zach walked up to the crowd and said: "I don't object to you being bloody and tempered, and I even encourage it! Players without bloody and tempered can't become top players! But you have to understand one thing, health is important for any athlete. It is the most important thing, any serious injury may destroy a genius! The referee of Gallia Junior High School is a guest teacher. They don’t know how to balance the emotions of the players on both sides. Your opponent is not a professional player. If you hit you hard, you will only lose money in the end! Pique, Xiaofa, is your family short of money?"

"No shortage! (No shortage!)"

"Then you are still messing around?!"

Zach gave them a hard look, and looked at his watch: "Okay, it's time for training soon, you guys should go and have a rest first."

Let us go so easily?

Several people were delighted, and at this moment Zach turned around and said: "By the way, all of you are prohibited from playing games outside the training camp for one month."

"Ah~~~~" Chen Mo was stupefied, and Zach gave him a blank look: "One month later we will play [Nike Hope Cup]. A high school student?! By the way, there is also you, Chen Mo, next week's exam, you can't get a B in math, so you can stay in the youth training camp!"

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"Messi, what are you laughing at! You are the same! And Pique! Fabregas! You are all the same!"

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The next day, math class.

"Look at the question. It is known that y2+my+16 is completely equal, so the value of m is Hey, Chen Mo! You are dozing off again!"

"Please..let me sleep just a little bit. Please."

Leaning against the window, Chen Mo tried very hard to raise his eyebrows, but his eyelids couldn't stop drooping. He had no choice but to play a game for 90 minutes yesterday afternoon, and he trained for two hours after returning home.

This is not over yet. Just after dinner and a shower, Guardiola, a soon-to-be-retired teacher, knocked on the door of the dormitory at seven o'clock, followed by the familiar Xavi, Iniesta, and Messi. .

After returning to the dormitory, he took a shower and fell asleep on the bed without even drying his hair.

"You guy."

Seeing Chen Mo leaning against the glass window, putting on the antics of constantly raising his eyebrows but not being able to open his eyes at all, Ke Li pursed her mouth in an angry and funny way, "Okay, okay, you go to sleep, and I'll be back at noon Make up lessons for you, and then don’t make excuses anymore.”

"Oh, you're such a nice fellow."

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(End of this chapter)