"It's another long-distance pass, is it a tactic?"

"Our midfield organizational ability has been completely destroyed. If we pass and receive the ball, it is easy to be squeezed and lost the ball."

"The goalkeeper passed the ball directly to the center for many consecutive times."

The fat man was still explaining. From his perspective, the passing that cut through the court was so pleasing to the eye.

The front foot was still pressed, and the back foot saw a white line and launched a fatal counterattack.

Some girls couldn't see the ball clearly and shouted: Where is the ball?

The fat man hurriedly pointed at the front court and said: Then, that...

Everyone looked at the center Han Dang and saw the defender throwing away, jumping high and catching the flying football with his chest.

After steadily caught the ball, he turned around and rushed into the penalty area with the ball.

At this moment, he took the guilt of wasting a good opportunity before and the motivation of countless people on the field to take a decisive shot against the goalkeeper.

"Bang!" The ball entered.

"Wow!"

The stands were instantly boiling, which was a direct transmission, and it was a straightforward goal, which seemed extremely satisfying.

Even the girl couldn't help but scream. Han Dang ran all over the field excitedly after scoring the goal, and blushed as if roast duck was excited.

"So amazing!"

"Just scored directly."

This time the girls saw the goal process clearly. For them, the actual goal scorer is the most powerful.

There were only a few people, and at this time they looked at the goalkeeper who assisted.

Anyone who understands the ball knows that the real thing is the pass. Everyone in the sports school team can only watch the ball fall into Han Dang's arms, which is simply incomprehensible.

At this moment, Mo Qiong also followed up to celebrate Han Dang.

He finally scored a goal...

And this has just begun.

The more fierce the sports school team is, the less pressure Han Dang will be.

At the same time, the more random shots the sports school teams are, the more opportunities Mo Qiong has to serve.

He was no longer polite to the other party, and fled Han to the ball across dozens of meters.

Every time the shot is confiscated, the enemy coach will applaud. Every time he ignores the midfield and passes the ball through the rear, the enemy coach will shine with his eyes.

At the end of the day, Mo Qiong made a total of twenty-one long passes in the entire second half.

It posed a threat to the opponent's goal every time, but unfortunately, Han Dang only seized three opportunities and scored three goals.

Mo Qiong's average pass is seven times before he can get an assist.

Mo Qiang was helpless in this efficiency, but when he thought about it carefully, it was just right. After all, it was a friendly match, so it would be bad if he entered too much.

"I've had a hat trick! Hahaha!" Han Dang ran from the frontcourt to Mo Qiong. Now, 4:0, the game is no longer suspense.

Wang Xiong was also crazy. As the captain, he led the team to win the quasi-professional team, and he also had an assist, not a lie... He could play with him for ten years.

Everyone is not foolish. They know that Mo Qiong has made the most contributions, so they come over to brag. They feel that Mo Qiong is really amazing today.

"Okay, Magic Ball! Do you know what you won in this game? 50,000... No, it was 50,000 per goal, and four goals were scored. Luo Qing, that fool, wants to give us 200,000!" Wang Xiong roared wildly, and finally explained why he wanted to win so much.

"Wait...what is it? Why did Luo Qing give us money?" Mo Qiong and others were confused.

Two hundred thousand, these three words instantly shocked them.

Luo Qing is from a basketball club and has a bad relationship with Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong's family is already very rich, but Luo Qing is a hundred times richer than him.

It would be fine to say that he could get 200,000, but why give it to them?

unless……

"Did you bet on Luo Qing with this game?" Everyone asked.

Wang Xiong laughed and said, "Who told him to always say that our school team is useless? He won honors in basketball and insisted on stepping on our football team. I was very upset. And this bet was what he said himself. As long as we win a goal, we will sponsor our team 50,000 club fees."

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "What if he loses?"

Wang Xiong said: "It's 50,000 yuan to lose one goal. Don't worry, I'll give it to myself. I didn't tell you this, I just thought I would lose, but I didn't expect to win... Hahaha, four goals, that fool must have green faces. I don't want this money, you guys can share it, hahaha..."

This kind of private bet can naturally not be known to the teacher, especially the number is so large.

However, I didn't even say anything to them, and I could only say that if I lost, Wang Xiong really planned to pay the money himself and would never tell them about this.

Wang Xiong is a cheater, but he is finally not a bitch. It is impossible to get money from the group fee if he loses.

No one knows nothing if they lose, but they will share the money if they win. After thinking about it carefully, everyone forgives Wang Xiong for making gambling for everyone.

"No wonder, you have been crazily encouraging us to win since three days ago. I don't want to win the game, but I don't want to win Luo Qing!" Han Dang said with a smile.

If you win, you will be able to say anything. Everyone is in a good mood and say that Wang Xiong has hit Luo Qing in this wave.

Mo Qiong even secretly regretted: You didn’t say it earlier... I would have gotten a few more balls if I had known!

If he had known that he would score 50,000 goals, even if he didn't dare to score by himself, he would be able to assist Han Dangjin. Because in the last ten minutes, Han Dang had a hat-trick, and there was garbage time behind him, so Mo Qiong didn't feed Han Dang the ball.

If you continue to score points at that time and get two more points, you will win 100,000 more! Wang Xiong doesn’t pay any money, and there is no one to replace him in this game. If everyone has scored ten of them, he can get 10,000 more yuan!

For Mo Qiong, ten thousand yuan is already a huge sum of money.

His father was just a farmer, growing some land, raising some chickens, ducks, geese, and raising some loaches, frogs, etc., and his annual income was only four or five thousand yuan.

However, Mo Qiong quickly calmed down. Now that he has super powers, there is no need to worry about ten thousand yuan.

If he has studied his abilities carefully, he will find a way to get rich. If he is poor, he will realize his family's expectations thousands of times.

...

When they walked out of the court, they were cheering all over the venue, and many girls applauded them.

Wang Xiong said excitedly, "In order to ask you to buff, these two hundred girls are invited by me to ask my aunt to sue her grandmother! More than a dozen clubs will be in contact tonight, and our club will be the biggest one."

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Wang Xiong hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I will pay the extra money. We won. Play casually tonight, and you can play hard!"

"Haha, my method is really amazing. We have made contributions to resisting pressure in the middle and backcourts. Mo Qiong completely blocked the opponent, looked for opportunities for a long pass, and Han Dang scored and scored, which are all the credits of those girls."

The 'pressure-resistant players' were also happy and agreed to this statement.

"..." Mo Qiong was speechless.

Both the midfield and the backcourt were exposed, and their relationship was due to the pressure resistance... Well, it's okay to think so.

Wang Xiong continued: "My back pass is a magical stroke. I will get the first step with an assist. The magic ball is really spiritual. I understand what I mean."

"..." Mo Qiong was so amused and cried, thinking to himself, could you not mention the reply?

It's okay to blow outside, what the hell is it to blow in front of him?

Mo Qiong cannot destroy the atmosphere, and he can only make a decision.

Everyone was friendly and chatting wildly about the details on the court. I blew it and I blew it, and I had never felt so good before.

Anyway, winning is awesome, winning is reasonable, winning is a win, and winning is a sensible blow.

Soon, everyone should do whatever they should do, and they decided to go to the beach party tonight, and it ended.

"You are really in good shape today." Han Dang and Mo Qiong returned to the dormitory together. Of course, he knew how much Mo Qiong did in this game. Four goals, one shot and three passes were all his credit.

"Yes, I was really buffed by the girl, haha." Mo Qiong said with a smile.

"Come on, the girls you like in the library are well known to everyone, and they always dream of reading other people's names." Han Dang said with a smile.

Mo Qiong blushed and then said angrily: "It's so good that everyone knows, you're talking about it everywhere."

"Please, brother, college... don't you dare to confess your love?" Han Dang said.

Mo Qiong was embarrassed, and at this moment, someone called him behind his back.

"Student Mo Qiong!"

When they turned around, they saw that the coach of the sports school team was chasing him.

The coach of the sports school team smiled and said, "My classmate Mo Qiong, my name is Li Ming, the head coach of the Dengzhou Sports School football team, can we talk about it?"

"Hello, Coach Li, I can say anything here. I'll have something to do later." Mo Qiong's heart moved, probably expecting what Li Ming was going to say.

Mo Qiong said intimately: Is it still high-profile? It seems that I don’t see the flaws, but think I can go to a sports school?

For a moment, Mo Qiong was ready to say refusal in his heart.

However, Li Ming said: "Your talent is very outstanding. You are born as a gate god. Whether it is reaction or physical fitness, you are first-class. The talent to accurately pass and create opportunities for a long-term goal is even more amazing! I have been teaching for so many years and have never seen such a talented child. You may not know how much potential is hidden in your body!"

With such praise, Mo Qiong's expression was calm. He wouldn't really feel that he is very talented. He suddenly has superpowers. How can this "talent" not be strong?

"Sorry, I just want to study hard, not to give up my major, and not to transfer to school." Mo Qiong declined.

Unexpectedly, Li Ming said: "Transfer? No, no, even our sports school will just bury you. You are already twenty years old and must undergo the most professional training to live up to your talent. My vision is not wrong. I used to work in the coaching staff of a Class A team. At your current level, you can play in the Class A League directly. After running in, you will be the main goalkeeper soon."
To be continued...