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Chapter 15 War

On Thursday, September 9, at 7:30 in the morning, the No. 1 Middle School Clan team, led by Mo Huaqiang, was neatly wearing red and white plaid shirts and walked towards Luzhong in high spirits, attracting a lot of attention along the way. Starting from the front door of No. 1 Middle School and passing through Wenchang Street, it took less than ten minutes to reach Luzhong's playground. The rostrum for the opening ceremony was already set up, and the playground was also wearing various colors. No. 1 Middle School was not early, and No. 6 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School, which came from the township, also arrived early, and teams entered Luzhong's playground one after another.

The dressing of each team is also unique, including red Manchester United, white Leeds United, purple Parma, and light cricket jerseys. The one-China team wearing red and white plaids is undoubtedly the most eye-catching, and everyone also casts various eyes and whispers.

In the team, Zhou Yangqing asked Su Keqi proudly on the side and said, "Maliu, what do you think they are talking about?"

Su Keqi gave him a blank look: "What else can you say? Just say you are handsome!"

Zhou Yangqing smiled badly and said, "Don't hello like this, although I think so, haha!"

The team stood in groups, with the team a facing the roster station on the left, and the team b standing on the right. With the arrival of Wanzhong, all five teams in Group B arrived. The five teams in Group A were all here, and the signs of the school ahead can be seen that No. 2 Middle School had not arrived yet. Close to No. 2 Middle School is Lu Zhong, and the actions of one person in their team quickly attracted everyone's attention. The man was standing in the middle of the team. Since the column of No. 2 Middle School on the left was still empty, he simply turned around, turned his back to the queue of No. 1, and was pressing the ball on his back.

The inner side of the left foot, the left heel, the left thigh side, the inner side of the right foot, the right thigh side... The position where both feet can touch the ball is used. The ball is as obedient as if it is stuck to his feet. Finally, he quickly bent and cut the falling ball with his right foot, and then pushed the ball upwards on the inside of the left foot. The ball comes to the shoulder position again, pushes the left shoulder and follows the right shoulder. The ball finally reaches the highest head. After pushing it lightly for two or three times, he flips and clamps his knees to steadily receive the ball, completing his show of skills. It can also be seen that his ball is very skillful, and he can freely complete this series of ball control movements in the crowd, and he can also show his confidence.

Such a move must be very eye-catching. For those players from the township, this kind of street ball-like fancy move was basically just seen on TV. I didn’t expect that in reality, it appeared in front of him now, and the shock was still unforgettable. Li Weizhen could also play these fun things himself, so he didn’t feel any fuss, but this No. 10 in Luzhong made him very curious.

He turned around and asked Lai Jinbiao on the side: "Abiao, who is this?" Lai Jinbiao glanced at him and said contemptuously: "Don't you know this person? Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are from the first grade of junior high school." Li Weizhen gave him a blank look.

Lai Jinbiao joked: "His name is Liu Kehu, he is the main striker of the second-year junior high school team in Luzhong. He has great skills and is called "Luzhong Dakong Wing". You, "Dakong Li", are considered a match for the chess."

Li Weizhen said disapprovingly: "I don't like playing these fancy things. Being able to score goals is the best way to go."

"It's hard to say whether you can score a goal, but it's true that you can take the exam. This guy has good football skills and even better academic performance. I heard that they are all at the top of the grade, so there will definitely be no problem to go to Yu Gao in the future." Lai Jinbiao said, his eyes full of envy.

Speaking of learning, Li Weizhen was a little reluctant to speak out, which was indeed his weakness. There are people in this world who can play football and study well, but unfortunately this person is not Li Weizhen. He also wants to study hard, but with mediocre qualifications, he can never find the majestic appearance on the court in his studies. After several efforts, he can only admit that he is a poor student. He lost the truth. Since he couldn't study well, he should work hard to improve his football level. Li Weizhen found a balance and completely threw himself into the arms of football.

Still in the storm, the uproar caused by another team joining the list once again attracted Li Weizhen's attention. A team wearing a yellow light cricket jersey walked into the team swaggeringly, went to the back of the "No. 2 Middle School" sign and stood in a row. The overall physical fitness of the players of the No. 2 Middle School is significantly better than other schools. The average height is estimated to be close to 1.68 meters, and the overall team is obviously half a head taller than Lu Zhong and No. 4 Middle School, who are double-teaming, especially No. 11 and No. 13, who are ranked in the front, the height should be about 1.75 meters, and the strong body should be 70,80 kilograms.

This is not the physical fitness of a junior high school student. Even if he is put in high school, he is very strong. Everyone saw it and thought about his small body. If he bumped into these two cows in the game, he would probably be disbanded. This was the first time Li Weizhen has seen such a burly junior high school student. Apart from being a little strange, he didn't have much fear, thinking that football still has to rely on his feet to speak, and it's useless to grow up such a big guy.

Lai Jinbiao, who was next to him, came to him and joked again: "How about it? Are you scared when you see the two giant beasts in the Second Middle School?"

Li Weizhen said "cut": "Playing football is not boxing, it must be so big and useful."

Lai Jinbiao pointed out his left index finger seriously and said with a smile: "That's because you know nothing about power, so you are fearless, even indifferent, ruthless, lawless, and helpless! "

Li Weizhen pushed him and said annoyedly: "I'm not crazy with you!"

Lai Jinbiao began to say seriously: "These two are the legendary 'Rao Double Bears'. No. 11 is called Rao Junyu. He is the older brother, No. 13 is called Rao Junguang. He is the younger brother. The two have stayed twice. They are already 17 years old this year. They like their bodies very much when playing football. The defenders who face them are often bruised and swollen, and even have broken ribs. So everyone gave the savage two brothers the nickname 'Double Bears'. Don't look at them as heavy and heavy, but they are flexible in both hands and feet during the game. Don't be sure that you run fast and don't be afraid. If you really encounter the game, I guess you will be targeted."

Li Weizhen laughed and said, "They play forward, and I can't play forward, I will never encounter it in my eight lifetimes. What am I afraid of? I'm afraid of it, Xiao Dabao and the others' defenders."

Lai Jinbiao shook his head and smiled, "Where can't they put these two mountains? Once you really hit No. 2 Middle School, in order to limit you, I believe they will come back to pick you up, so you can wait to turn into a sandwich meat pie!"

"I don't believe it!"

The opening ceremony began at 8 o'clock. The banner on the rostrum was neatly written, "The Lucheng County Selection Competition and the First County Junior High School Football League in 1999". Li Weizhen did not listen to what he said, but looked at the banner and thought of the long and very close future.
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