The camera angle for the game broadcast was taken from the top of the stands, but because the stands of the university football field are not high enough, the camera angle is not wide enough, and the field area that can be accommodated is not large. When Dongchuan Middle School advanced from the backcourt, Li Qingqing

Hu Lai was not found in the game screen.

It wasn't until their attack pushed through the midfield that Li Qingqing found Hu Lai running at the edge of the screen.

He did not run straight to the front, but retreated to meet his teammates.

Chu Yifan passed the football to him, but he failed to catch the ball.

Because when he was about to catch the ball, he was knocked away by Wang Le beside him, and the football naturally fell to Wang Le's feet.

Li Qingqing didn't make any sound on the bus, but pursed her lips tightly and frowned.

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Hu Lai, who was concentrating on catching the ball, was suddenly knocked away from the side by Wang Le. He was knocked to the ground and rolled around.

Wang Le passed the stolen football to his teammates, then turned back and sneered at Hu Lai, who was still lying on the ground: "You are so weak, you better go home and drink milk!"

Although he lost three goals, Wang Le found some confidence and comfort in Hu Lai.

Hu Lai glanced in the direction of the referee, then got up from the ground: "Brother, this is your power? It's not that good. I thought you would knock me out..."

"You damn duck has a tough mouth!" Wang Le snorted.

"Oh, you still don't believe it?" Hu Lai stood beside him again, covering his mouth with his hand and said. "I'm telling you, brother, when our team was training, we specially found two people who were stronger than you.

There was no foul play when defending me. They made every move. I was knocked four or five meters away by them! What does your collision mean? You were just tickling me..."

There was very obvious disdain in his tone.

Wang Le sneered: "Pretend, I said you will regret being replaced."

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"No. 14 is so pitiful. How can such a small body fight against the opponent? I feel that Xizi Middle School has already lost its sight. If he comes on the stage again, he is just looking for abuse..."

"Look, as expected...I can't catch the ball at all!"

In the audition classroom of Jiaxiang High School, everyone started a discussion about the competition.

"Hey, that guy seems to be chatting with the other party..."

"Isn't it? We are chatting again? Is he studying cross talk? How do you catch who is chatting with whom?"

"When I saw this guy chatting, I thought of our captain again..."

"Shut up, you're acting like the captain is no longer alive..."

"Watch the game carefully!"

On the big screen, Xizi Middle School's offense failed, and the football was intercepted by Dongchuan Middle School just as it entered the offensive third zone.

Dongchuan Middle School organized an attack again.

The football was passed to Chu Yifan's feet.

Hu Lai was retreating, and Wang Le followed him.

Chu Yifan did not pass the football to Hu Lai who was retreating, nor to Luo Kai who was being taken care of. Instead, he raised his right foot and passed the football to the right side of the court and in front of Tang Yuan.

The winger of Dongchuan Middle School is speeding up to chase the ball.

The moment Chu Yifan passed the ball, Hu Lai quickly turned around and rushed forward.

Wang Le's reaction was a bit slow, and when he turned around to chase after him, he was already behind Hu Lai.

"This stupid big guy, his turning speed is so slow..." a player from Jiaxiang High School said disdainfully in the audition classroom.

"But No. 14 is not a fast player... Look, aren't we about to be caught up? If this ball had been replaced by Xu Gaofei, he would have been five or six meters away from the big man!"

Hu Lai in the camera raised his hand, signaling Tang Yuan to pass the ball to him.

And the football was indeed passed over by Tang Yuan.

It's just that Hu Lai, who was originally in the lead, was caught up by Wang Le...

"Xu Gaofei, if this ball was yours, you would definitely move the football forward and then speed up and get rid of it, right?" someone asked loudly.

"Yeah." Xu Gaofei nodded.

Although there is a defender from Xizi Middle School in front, Xu Gaofei has this confidence.

"That No. 14 runner ran pretty well, but it's a pity that he's so fast..." Someone sighed.

The Jiaxiang High School players watched helplessly as Wang Le took a lunge and took advantage of his long legs to get close to Hu Lai.

Next, as long as the opponent exerts a little force, he can squeeze Hu Lai away at high speed and then grab the ball...

But just when everyone was thinking this, they saw Hu Lai on the screen gently blocking the ball backwards with the outside of his right foot. At the same time, he stopped suddenly, half-turned and jumped!

Almost at the same time, Wang Le was like a roaring truck, hitting Hu Lai's shoulder...

"ah--!!"

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, everyone in the audio-visual room of Jiaxiang High School could clearly hear the scream through satellite transmission signals.

Accompanied by this heart-rending scream, Hu Lai was hit and turned 180 degrees in the air. He fell backwards and fell to the ground. Due to the inertia, he rolled two more times and finally lay down about 100 meters away from Wang Le.

There was no movement on the three meters of turf.

The chatter that had always been heard before disappeared, and the audition classroom was quiet, with only the sound of the scene coming from the speakers.

It's also very quiet over there.

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Before everyone present could react, the referee's harsh whistle had already sounded.

With a short and loud whistle, the referee ran towards the scene of the accident.

As the captain of Dongchuan Middle School, Chu Yifan immediately rushed forward and ran towards Hu Lai.

Li Ziqiang looked there with a solemn expression, motionless.

Zhong Shihao and his teammates all stood up from their seats and shouted: "This is an intentional foul!!"

There were loud boos in the stands, and some people were shouting: "Damn it! Isn't it too cruel?! How much hatred and resentment is there?"

Wang Le saw the referee running towards him, and reflexively raised his hands to show that there was no foul: "I was making a reasonable collision..."

The referee didn't give him any chance to defend himself. After running up to him, he took out a yellow card from the zipper pocket on the back of his shorts!

"The No. 3 player from Xizi Middle School, their captain Wang Le received a yellow card for a collision foul!" the game commentator exclaimed.

"This tournament is very strict about physical contact fouls. In the past, verbal warnings might have been issued to put the players under pressure. But in this tournament, there is no verbal warning stage. As long as there is a foul, at least one will be given."

A yellow card! Wang Le hit the muzzle of the gun! Let’s take a look at the slow-motion replay..."

In slow motion, Hu Lai stopped suddenly after stopping the ball and seemed to want to turn around and get away, but his movements were a little slower. Although most of his body had been avoided, his left shoulder was still hit by Wang Le, which eventually caused him to lose

Balanced, turned half a circle and then fell to the ground on his back...

"It is indeed a foul! There is no problem with the referee's decision! Giving a yellow card is not unfair at all!"

Finally, the commentator sternly characterized Wang Le's behavior.

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"... Of course, Hu Lai's luck is really good. If he had been a little later and allowed this collision to be strong, I'm afraid he would have been knocked to pieces, and he might even have been knocked out of breath..."

Li Qingqing frowned and pouted as she listened to the commentator's voice coming from the headphones.

She felt that just giving that "forgot" a yellow card was too light.

According to her wishes, it would not be an exaggeration to give her a red card.

Fortunately, Hu Lai hid in time...

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"Hey Hu Lai, how are you?!" Chu Yifan didn't even bother to put pressure on the referee and went straight to Hu Lai.

"Hiss—" Hu Lai took a breath, frowned and gritted his teeth before answering his captain: "It's okay, captain, it's a small matter..."

"What a trivial matter?! You were almost turned into a spinning top!"

"Is it so visually impactful?" Hu Lai, who was lying on the ground, was surprised, and then he asked: "The person who hit me..."

"He got a yellow card!"

Hearing the news, Hu Lai frowned: "Tsk, is it just a yellow card?"

"It's already very good, Hu Lai! As the captain and central defender, having a yellow card on him has a big impact!"

"That's right. Captain, can you pull me up?"

"Uh, are you okay? Do you want the medical team to come up and take a look..." Chu Yifan said.

Considering that not every high school has the ability to provide at least one team doctor for the school team, the national competition provides a specialized medical team for each game to deal with injuries during the game.

"No, no, it hurt a little when I hit it. It's calming down now, it's much better..."

It's not that he's trying to be brave, but he really doesn't need any medical team to come over.
To be continued...