"Tsk tsk...where is my arrow?"

On the coast of Huaxiayan, a young man has been searching for an hour after traveling back and forth along the beach.

He held a short bow in his hand, but an arrow could not be found.

At noon, he was so idle that he found a place where no one was, and hung up a target to practice arrows.

As a result, I don’t know what was wrong with it. I felt that the sun was too vicious, so I suddenly shot an arrow at the sun like a second.

Can arrows shoot down the sun? Do you really think you are Houyi?

As a result, he was really retribution. In a flash, the arrow was gone.

He briefly looked directly at the sun. Even if the light from the stellar sphere is weakened layer by layer, it would not be possible for the naked eye to look directly at it for too long.

So while shooting this arrow, he closed his eyes,

As a result, I heard a loud bang, almost deaf.

When he came back to his senses dizzy and looked at the sky, only a trace of cloud was left that penetrated the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen.

Yunhen quickly faded away, and the young man looked around and once wondered if he had shot a shocking arrow from the sky.

But he quickly shook his head and smiled, and guessed that the arrow was blown into the sea by the wind.

"Forget it."

The young man found it very strange, but if he couldn't find it, he couldn't find it and he could do nothing.

After a walk around, the young man gave up.

Clean up the arrow practice stuff and return to the dormitory.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard my roommate Han Dang say, "Magic Ball, why are you so late? I went to shoot the sun? There is a game in the afternoon."

The young man's face was embarrassed because he always practiced arrows, and his classmates laughed at him for practicing the ability to shoot the sun.

"I know, alas, I dropped an arrow and couldn't find it after searching for an hour."

"Just an arrow, go and gather!" the roommate said and ran away.

"Han Dang wait a moment, I'll put the bow down." The young man said hurriedly.

His name is Mo Qiong, not a magic ball, but his classmates like to call him that, so they went there.

Speaking of which, as a child in the mountains, he might have been called Qiang, Wei, or Sheng.

But with his surname, it is a common name that is not right.

At first he had a name called Mo Chao, but this sounded like "Don't surpass it."

People must be motivated and not surpass them. Is it the tail of the crane?

Such a name was only three years old, and he changed it to another name, Mo Qiong. Although Mo Qiong thought he used it as a good name when he grew up, it was hard to change it after going to school.

My family thought it was simple. Since our surname was Mo, we would be afraid of whatever we mean.

They don’t understand what kind of prospects a child should have, they only know one hard truth: Don’t be poor!

There is no simpler expectation than this. This is the name that only comes out if you are afraid of poverty.

Moqiong was also quite ambitious and always ranked among the top in his grades. After two years of being admitted to Yan University, although he had never received a scholarship, he had subsidies and did odd jobs by himself, so his family's burden was much smaller.

At this moment, Han Dang pulled Mo Qiong and said, "What other bow should I put? I'll throw it on the bed."

Mo Qiong was pulled by him and had no time to hang the bow, so he simply threw it at the shelf at the head of the bed.

"Swish...swish..."

I saw the bow and quiver in my hand drew an arc, crossing three meters away, and it was accurately hung up.

If there is only one thing, try a few more times, and practice makes perfect, maybe anyone can do it.

But Mo Qiong threw the bow and quiver with one hand, and made him hang it on both sides of the rack. This set of ejaculation looks extremely pleasing to the eye and chic.

Mo Qiong was slightly unconscious, but he didn't expect it to feel so good.

"Awesome, that's all, let's go!" Han Dang was first surprised by Mo Qiong's throwing ability, and then pulled Mo Qiong out of the dormitory.

There was a football match in the afternoon, and the home game was against the football team of Dengzhou Sports School.

Although it is just a friendly match, the opponent is a super strong team in the East China region in the College Football League.

The president said that if he wins, there will be a big dinner at night and countless beauties will be accompanying him.

Although everyone knows the second half of the story is nonsense, everyone still attaches great importance to this game.

On the way, Han Dang said, "I will pass more balls to me later in the game."

"You should tell the midfielder." Mo Qiong smiled.

He has loved archery since he was a child. After all, he is a child in the mountains. He can shoot birds at the age of six, make bows and arrows at the age of ten, and can hit the neck of a pheasant at the age of eighteen with fifty meters apart.

If you don’t have physical fitness, you are 1.89 meters tall and your hands are long. Now, you can hit nine out of ten shots within a hundred steps.

It is also true that Mo Qiong joined the football club at school...

Yes, he was proficient in bows and arrows... and entered the football club. There was no way, there was no bows and arrows club at all in the school, and he had to choose at least one club to join, and was dragged into the football club by his roommates.

And he is indeed quite suitable. He has a broad vision and quick reaction. With his long hands and feet, he became the starting goalkeeper in the football club in just one year.

Han Dang ran fast and could dribble, so he was the main striker.

The two were very far away, so Mo Qiong smiled at Han Dang for the ball.

"Come on, do you expect us to beat the midfield? Maybe I will be the only one in the frontcourt when the time comes... It would be better to expect you to find me directly and fight for luck than to pass and catch the ball." Han Dang looked like he saw through the future.

Mo Qiong laughed and said, "I also predict that Wang Xiong will definitely send it back to me crazily."

"This is a scam, and the food is going to be the first to start," Han Dang said with a lip voice.

"Have you ever seen the captain not starting?" Mo Qiong shrugged.

When they arrived at the lounge, there were actually fifteen minutes left before they played.

Mo Qiong quickly changed his jerseys and sneakers and sat on the bench to listen to the coach's arrangements.

When the coach saw him, he nodded and said, "Xiao Mo, your task is very heavy today. The opponent's No. 12 Zhang Xin averaged 1.8 goals per game in the league, and he was both used to his feet. If you can win him away, we will have a chance."

Mo Qiong nodded, indicating that he remembered it.

The coach later nagged a few more words, which sounded like that, but that was all.

After all, the final strategy is very simple: find opportunities for defense.

That's right, it's not even a defensive counterattack. What the coach said is: Find opportunities...

After all, they are not professional coaches, and they are not professional players. It would be nice to find someone from the football club to help them analyze their opponents.

When he was about to go on the court, the captain cheered again: "The same thing is true, if you win, you will have a big meal and friendship."

"Hundreds of juniors in the stands are watching us. It doesn't matter how many balls you get stuffed, what's important is to play with momentum!"

"Football is round, what if I win?"

"We can't lose our momentum with smoke, do you understand?"

Everyone coaxed, "Oh!"

Mo Qiong also looked very morale, but he couldn't help but feel speechless.

What does it mean to be filled with a ball doesn’t matter?

It’s better not to be excited about this morale. Being able to say such words seems to have instinctively felt that you would be tortured by blood.

...

After getting on stage, everyone habitually looked towards the stands, but when they saw it, they were all stunned.

I saw that there was actually a large group of female classmates in the stands, and there were more than 200 female classmates.

"My God, Wang Xiong still has two tricks." Han Dang said in shock.

Mo Qiong was also stunned. Although there are many people who watch football, there are very few girls.

It would be nice to have a few of them, but this time it came more than 200, which was so scary that the meaning of this game was different at once.

The captain Wang Xiong said, "How is it, I didn't lie to you, this is just a friendly match. The opponent will definitely not use all his strength. He will cooperate in the beginning later and give them a ruthless one."

Everyone nodded, and their spirits suddenly became different.

Under the gaze of the spectators, Mo Qiong could see that everyone was confident, and it didn't seem like they were playing against a strong team.

With a rainbow of momentum, Wang Xiong even said: "Play well, let's get fierce, and we will be in the sports school for 55!"

"..." Mo Qiong ran to the door with a lot of laughter and cry. He really didn't want to hear Wang Xiong cheer up. He only dared to blow 55 times, so he should stop blowing.

The show started, and a stronger cheer sound came from the stands than before.

Mo Qiong clapped his hands and began to observe the game.

As Wang Xiong said, there was a ruthless one at the beginning.

The midfielder put in a big push and tried his best to create opportunities.
To be continued...