Second Middle School is a key middle school in the province. In addition to the first-class teaching hardware environment, other facilities are also first-class, especially in sports.

Given the sports events such as basketball, badminton, table tennis, etc., the football hardware environment of No. 2 Middle School is worthy of the entire Xiling City.

The fully artificial turf stadium is like a huge piece of jade inlaid in the center of the playground, surrounded by barbed wire, and the five-story stands fenced the stadium. The rostrum in the south is majestic and modern buildings shine in the sun.

As the first class was about to end, people came out in the football field in a constant stream.

Even though time slipped away like a thief without realizing it, Fang Luo still remembered the stadium, and the boy who was flying on this lawn ten years ago was so cynical and depressed.

"To be honest, I really don't know that you played football before. If I hadn't asked the guy who grew up together and studied at No. 4 Middle School, I would still be in the dark now."

Yang Wei put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at the figures on the court through the barbed wire, and sighed.

Fang Luo didn't know Yang Wei's family background, and could not figure out how this guy was able to develop the extremely natural but handsome move of putting his hands in his trouser pockets. This temperament seemed to be innate.

Putting his hands in his pants pockets, Fang Luo laughed and said, "There is a kind of person who has the ability but does not show it, but hides it. This kind of person has a name, called Master, and I am such a person."

Yang Wei raised his eyebrows, turned his head, looked at Fang Luo, and said with a bright smile: "Oh? I found that it seems that I am hiding deeper than you."

Fang Luo was stunned. In my memory, Yang Wei seemed to be unable to play football...

"Fang Luo, here, here!" A loud but slightly tender voice came from the court.

Fang Luo looked in the voice and found a familiar face.

Li Xiaoan stood in the middle of the stadium, excitedly waved to Fang Luo outside the barbed wire, jumping and jumping, and his posture looked like a little girl waving to his husband.

Although class is about to begin, many people still cherish the ten minutes between classes and try their best to spread their excess energy on the green field. The 16 or 17-year-old boy's love for football can sometimes be equivalent to his love for beautiful girls.

The dozen people on the court were from Class 310 and Class 311.

Although the school started not a month ago, Li Xiaoan seemed to be very familiar with many people and enthusiastically introduced Fang Luo to these guys.

"This is my first junior high school buddy, Fang Luo, who plays football very hard."

Tiger is a rarely used adjective. Most people do not use this word easily because the added abilities of this word are often stressful.

Li Xiaoan, who looks so delicate that he looks like a big girl, doesn't care about this, because he knows Fang Luo's reputation among the No. 4, and knows the power of his magical feet.

A guy in the crowd pulled the ball towards Fang Luo who was walking to the corner club.

Fang Luo, who stepped onto the court, felt a illusion that it seemed that this place had already been the most precious memory in his life. The bright goal seemed to be grinning, quietly staring at him in the distance.

Some things, some people, although they were just first met, seemed to have known each other for a long time.

Looking at the rolling ball, Fang Luo bowed his left foot and tucked it up with a tug of it. He gently rolled his left knee, leaned forward slightly, swung his right foot, and thrust over.

The ball drew an arc and flew towards the goal.

It was as dazzling as a rainbow, and everyone stared at the ball at the same time.

Only with a "bang" sound, the ball fell from the sky, bounced on the grass, and stepped out of the door, which was less than ten centimeters away from the pillar.

A few sighs sounded.

The guy who just passed the ball to Fang Luo was named Xu Gang, who was from Class 311, and he was in the same class as Susaner. He was very capable as a sports special enrollment student.

Although Xu Gang's specialty is not football, he has been playing since childhood. Of course, he knows how beautiful Fang Luo's kick was just now.

The corner club and the goal are on the same straight line, which is the so-called zero-degree angle position. At this position, the ball is directly shot at the goal. Although the ball did not enter, the curve of the ball just now still shocked Xu Gang.

"What a pity, the draw is a little deeper." Yang Wei raised his hand to block the sunlight, and sighed at the ball that had rolled far away.

"Yes, I haven't kicked it for a long time." Fang Luo sighed.

How long does it take? In Yang Wei's eyes, maybe a month is a long time, but for Fang Luo, a long time means a year, or even ten years.

Since graduating from college, Fang Luo has never been exposed to football again. When the ball rolls under his feet and flies out with an arrow, the shock still exists on his right foot.

It was not until Li Xiaoan was hugging her and Fang Luo came to his senses from the trance, and then he carefully looked at the guys around Li Xiaoan.

Sanylin and Sanylin are both from the North Building. For the upcoming game, Fang Luo’s first priority is to form a team and find players.

Li Xiaoan is the guy Fang Luo has been playing with at No. 4 Middle School. Although he looks like a lady, he is not outstanding in figure, and is even a little thin, Fang Luo knows that this guy is a typical person who cannot behave like a guard. He is good at playing in the back and has good technical awareness. What is particularly rare is that he has great strength. It is hard to believe that he is fine when he collides with a big man of 1.8 meters, but the other party staggers.

"Little Bit, do you know about the competition with Nanlou?" Fang Luo looked at Li Xiaoan's clean and beautiful face and smiled.

Li Xiaoan nodded and said helplessly: "Of course I know that the young men from Beilou have formed a team to play several warm-up matches with the Third and Eighth Middle Schools. We are still like a pregnant woman who is one or two months old, and there is no movement."

Fang Luo smiled, Li Xiaoan's metaphor was somewhat interesting.

The team on the South Tower is headed by Fu Qiubai, and most of them are people who have been promoted from the junior high school of No. 2 Middle School. These guys with dazzling family backgrounds have played football together since childhood. They have a tacit cooperation. With Fu Qiubai's outstanding appeal, some students from North Tower who are quite powerful have joined the South Tower team, so the team is quickly formed and has strong strength.

But Fang Luo couldn't understand why those guys Fu Qiubai had to warm up with No. 3 and No. 8 for a warm-up, which was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.

Among the nine middle schools in the west, the two middle schools ranked last in terms of culture and sports are the third and eight middle schools. The teaching environment and faculty are not satisfactory, and the admission rate is terrible. The quality of students is getting worse every year. The two middle schools are running less and less like schools. Instead, they are like teenagers’ detention centers. There are many experts in fighting, but few sports talents are rare. The entire football field is full of weeds all year round, and powerful animals often appear.

There will be no cause for the incident.

"I'll check it out with a friend." Yang Wei, who was also confused, knew that Fang Luo was frowning, and must have thought about the reason and took the initiative to take charge of the matter.

Fang Luo nodded. Although he was not very clear about Yang Wei's true identity, Fang Luo's heart was shiny. Yang Wei was able to suppress a person like Fu Qiubai, and with his relationship network, it was not difficult to find out.

Since you want to fight, you cannot fight unprepared battles.

After rebirth, Fang Luobi understood the importance of intelligence.

"Little one, then do you know who the team leader of our Beilou is?" Since Qin Mugang introduced him as the organizer, Fang Luo was unwilling to pretend to hide it anymore.

"I know, Qin Mugang." Li Xiaoan replied.

Fang Luoen said, "Qin Mugang is my class teacher. Coincidentally, he and Uncle Mao are old classmates. He means to let me take the lead in forming a team."

A hint of surprise flashed across Li Xiao'an's face, and then he smiled and said, "Really? Do you agree?"

Fang Luo nodded: "To be honest, I don't have any good feelings for Nanlou. This time we won't beat Nanlou and will not return it. We will kick his mother's victory."

After hearing Fang Luo's answer, Li Xiaoanxi said: "You really agree, that's really great."

Li Xiaoan is very clear about Fang Luo's character, low-key and restrained. According to his personality, he will definitely not participate in this glamorous competition, but now things are unexpected. Fang Luo not only participates, but also organizes!

At this time, Xu Gang and others on the side heard the conversation between the two clearly and were moved.

Many people have known that there are long time to play in the North and South Towers.

Putting aside the gap in strength and historical outcomes between Nanlou and Beilou, it would be a wonderful thing to be able to play in the Northlou and Nanlou even if you can't win. Anyway, Beilou has never won. It would be a wonderful thing to have the opportunity to show it well in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

"I can play as a defender." Xu Gang walked out of the crowd and recommended himself.

"I'm guarding the goal, although it's not too strong, it's OK to be a substitute."

"Midfield is my strength."

When people on the side saw Xu Gang walking out, they followed suit.

Fang Luo was a little surprised by the enthusiasm of these guys. He thought that the years of failure in Beilou had caused these guys to lose interest, and he didn't like the boring trick of accompanying the prince to study.

"It seems that the response is very enthusiastic. I think I should post a poster and hold a selection competition to pass the competition selection so that no one will be inferior to others." Yang Wei whispered in Fang Luo's ear.

Nodding, Fang Luo said in a clear voice: "Tomorrow is Friday, and the last part of the afternoon is a cleaning class. It's here, everyone gathers to play a game."

The second class was physical education class, but Fang Luo, who had an idea in his mind, had no intention of continuing to attend. He sneaked back to the classroom while the physical education teacher was not paying attention.

Making posters is similar to posters. The principles are the same, and they all require art skills. Fang Luo, who has always been not good at painting, did not make a fuss in the classroom for half a class, but only wrote a slogan.

Thinking of Susan's responsible for the school newspaper, and having won awards in junior high school participating in the city art competition, Fang Luo left the classroom and rushed towards the classroom where Susan's home.

In the second class in the afternoon, Class 11 of Senior High School was taking English classes, and the sound of reading came from time to time in the classroom.

Fang Luo walked to the back door of the classroom, squatted down, and asked Susan'er's seat with the last row of small boys.

The little boy with glasses and a look of surprise pointed to the fourth row near the corridor window, and was shocked. He was deeply impressed by the handsome boy in front of him who dared to pick up girls during class time.

Fang Luo, who was squatting and walking slowly, saw Susan'er taking notes through the middle window of the classroom. Her bangs were several thin threads pressed against her smooth forehead, and her slightly red face set off her snow-white neck, which made her look charming.

Hey!

Fang Luo stood up close to the corridor, shouted softly at Susan'er in a position where the teacher could not see.

Susan'er, who was taking notes, raised her head in confusion and saw Fang Luo smiling outside the classroom. She was so surprised that she couldn't help but reach out to cover her mouth, and an incredible look appeared on her face.

He looked at the teacher on the podium with some concern. Seeing that she had not noticed anything, Susan'er turned her head with confidence and said word by word with her lips: "What are you doing?"

Fang Luo threw the note that had been written long ago through the window.

The students in the back row of the Sanyi classroom saw this scene, and their faces were filled with incredible expressions.

The young English teacher looked up inadvertently and saw that the classmates in the back row almost looked outward and looked at the corridor. She looked curiously in the direction of the corridor, but saw nothing.

"Please pay attention to listening in class."

The English teacher tapped the podium gently with a blackboard eraser, interrupting the distraction of the students in the back row.

Seeing some students turning around but still looking out unwillingly, the English teacher felt something was wrong and walked out of the classroom.

Seeing the teacher's movements, Susan'er immediately waved her hand nervously at Fang Luo, meaning that she would leave immediately.

Before Fang Luo could come back to his senses, the English teacher appeared outside the corridor.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Luo turned his head and looked at the good thing about the young woman who was supposed to be in the classroom but appeared in the corridor. He pointed to the hanging portrait of Marx in the corridor and smiled and said, "I am learning Marxism-Leninism."

The female teacher looked puzzled.

"I was passing by, but I didn't expect that your class was so exciting. I didn't want to be so sensible that I forgot to go back to the classroom." Fang Luo said.

"Which class is so slick, who is from, go back to class right away." The young female teacher looked at Fang Luo, who had a bright smile and a bragging face, and scolded him with a smile.

Fang Luo saluted the female teacher, "YESSIR!"

Turning around and turning his head slightly, Fang Luo blinked at Susan and strode towards the stairs.

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Chapter completed!