"Damn it, what's going on? You won't be trashed from behind."

There were many fans who made trouble on the side of the court who looked at Wang Tao, who was holding his crotch with pity and was carried out of the stadium by the doctor, and rubbed his little brother with care. Football is really a dangerous sport. Maybe he will become the last eunuch in China, which is really daunting.

"Do you still want to continue comparing?"

The players from Class 6 watched Wang Tao leave in a mess, and their hearts were shaken. Now the boss is self-destructive, and it seems that there is no need to continue the game. It is better to retreat early!

"Wang Tao is so kind to you, isn't it over?" Xue Ming was also very unwilling to accept it, and immediately motivated the sixth group of people with a bruised nose and a swollen face: "We want to avenge Wang Tao."

"You'll take revenge?" The player curled his lips at Xue Ming with disdain and said sarcastically: "I'm just a waste. I'm not as fast as the old lady carrying a vegetable basket on the street, so she's not a fake one, right?"

A cold light flashed in Xue Ming's eyes, but he endured it. Now there are only these seven disabled people left on the court. If the people continue to pass away, there is no way to continue the game according to the regulations. He can't do anything for Wang Tao, but he cannot give up the matter of being insulted by Jiang Hao in the hospital and must be paid back with blood.

"If you want to leave, go!" Xue Ming waved his hand indifferently and said to himself: "I hope Wang Tao will not hear you running away at the last minute, otherwise..."

The players looked at each other and their faces changed. They knew Wang Tao's personality very well. The ones they hated the most was betrayal. If they really heard that they retreated without fighting, it would be really hard to explain. They gritted their teeth and decided to continue to stand up. They snorted coldly and shouted in depression: "Let's continue the game."

Xue Ming looked disgusted with the players who submitted, and was too lazy to continue to deal with the players in Class 6.

"Continue to substitute serve."

The referee looked at Xue Ming who was talking too much in dissatisfaction and urged him quickly. He thought it was about to end, but he still wanted to continue to expose himself to the sun. It was so fucking!

"I'll do it."

Xue Ming immediately walked to the penalty spot, with a confident smile on his lips. When he entered the penalty spot, he was a man who practiced tens of thousands of shots and was proficient in various shooting skills, shooting into the goal was simply easy and effortless.

Even the goalkeepers in the city can't stop me, it would be strange if a high school student can stop me.

Xue Ming retreated two steps back and perceived the wind around him. He didn't notice the wind blowing, so he relaxed and kicked the football hard. He was confident that as long as the ball was kicked out, there was no goalkeeper to stop him. This was the confidence of being a city football team.

Whoosh!

The football was provoked by force and rushed towards the goal!

The fans on the side of the court all held their breath nervously. Whether the ball could be entered is related to the champion. If they really entered, Class 6 would have a chance to turn around.

"I really think too much about entering the door."

Jiang Hao controlled the airflow covered by the football surface and lifted it upwards!

"It's going to be a goal!"

When Xue Ming saw that the ball flew to the corner of the goal according to his expectations, he immediately showed a smug look. He practiced this kind of penalty kick many times, and it was simply easy to get it!

Whoosh!

Just as the football was about to enter the net, the football suddenly raised a little, and flew out of the field while rubbing the goal frame!

"how so?"

Xue Ming looked at the football shot out of bounds incredibly, a little at a loss and couldn't accept the facts in front of him. It was obvious that the football was about to break through without any stops. How could he run up without any accident? This is completely in line with the principle of Newton's gravity downward?

However, if Xue Ming was allowed to scratch his head, he would never have thought that the football was forcibly pushed up by Jiang Hao with airflow.

"cut."

The players in Class 6 were full of excitement. When they saw the football flew out of the boundaries, their expressions immediately dimmed. They were really completely disappointed with Xue Ming's shooting skills. Such a simple penalty kick went astray. Is this the football team? It's not fake.

"I'm asking to do it once." Xue Ming gritted his teeth unwillingly and protested to the referee. He could not accept the mistake. This was simply an insult to him. He had to regain his lost dignity.

"Are you sick?"

The referee didn't buy Xue Ming's account at all. He looked at Xue Ming who was excited like a fool. He could make such requests, which was really shameless. This was a game. Even if he favored one side, he could not make such a nonsensical ruling.

"This requirement is good." Jiang Hao glanced at Xue Ming with a meaningful look, and decided to step on Xue Ming's so-called dignity under his feet, and then trampled and ravaged him hard, so that he could understand what despair is!

"You see, he agreed." Xue Ming's eyes lit up and he immediately asked the referee to give him a chance to prove it. He was not allowed to defeat so unknown. Even if he died, he would understand it.

"You can ask him to order a ball, and then we also order a ball, which is not fair." Jiang Hao immediately suggested that he would not take the referee seriously at all.

"good."

The referee bit the bullet and nodded depressedly to agree to this unreasonable request. This kind of football play will only appear when both sides have the same scores, but he dared not to disobey Jiang Hao's intentions. After all, Jiang Hao can grasp the evidence that he colluded with the players.

"Everyone, the people from Class 6 have always said that the referee favored us Class 5 and deliberately indulged us! I believe many people think so." Jiang Hao glanced at the people gathered on the opening stage of the stadium and continued: "In order to prove the referee's innocence, we decided to let Class 6 play two penalty kicks, and we only have one penalty kick opportunity."

When the referee heard Jiang Hao's words, he looked surprised. He did not expect Jiang Hao to do this and immediately agreed to what he did. Jiang Hao did this to give Class 6 a chance. Wang Tao would not blame him at that time. Instead, he could also say that the final penalty was achieved by himself.

"good."

The people from Class 5 responded unconditionally and supported Jiang Hao. With the garbage level of the shooting of Class 6, it is hard to say whether they can find the goal. They still shoot, just stop teasing them.

"Come on class six."

Jiang Hao's actions exceeded the imagination of the Sixth Class. The Sixth Class, who was originally in a low mood, immediately ignited the hope of victory again and cheered for the people on the court, hoping to make a comeback with this opportunity.

"I'll do it."

Xue Ming immediately placed the football on the penalty spot, staring at the goal with his eyes straight, and his chest was filled with rage. He needed to use two balls to prove his superb ball skills and restore his lost self-esteem.

"Stop playing missed."

The players in Class 6 remembered Xue Ming's shot that ran out of bounds just now, and immediately advised indifferently that they had always believed in Xue Ming's strength, but Xue Ming's true performance made them lose the courage to continue to believe.

Xue Ming was not angry. Language could not prove everything. Only actions could prove his value. His manic and uneasy heart was quickly adjusted and returned to calm. The world stopped, leaving only football and goal!

Whoosh!

The football ejected out like a cannonball, roaring and running towards the goal, gathering everyone's eyes on it again!

"It's time to enter the door."

Xue Ming narrowed his eyes, and the flesh on his face shook excitedly. The football got closer and closer to the goal, but the goalkeeper misjudged the football's shooting direction and rushed in the opposite direction. The entire huge goal was proudly open, waiting for the football to visit.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, their eyes were focused on the football that was about to enter the goal, and the people in Class 6 had even begun to think about how to celebrate the goal.

bump!

When the whistling football entered the goal, it seemed as if it had been drained from the flying force in an instant. It shook a few times in the air, and it fell straight from the air, rolled forward a few times, and stopped automatically.

"How is that possible."

Xue Ming's body was shocked, and he looked at the football that was only ten centimeters away from the white line of the goal. He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood directly. How could it be that little bit short of it? Why is this happening?

The players from Class 6 looked at the football in front of the goal with regret. It was only a dozen centimeters away, but these ten centimeters seemed to be a hundred and eight thousand miles apart, which made people feel confused. Turning his head to look at Xue Ming, who was crazy and talking to himself, it turned out that the City Football Team was just like this. He sarcastically said in dissatisfaction: "Have you eaten?"

"Why are you so trash? Who is the one who scored a penalty? You really should go home and eat some milk to replenish your strength!"

"The last time I went off the penalty kick, I simply didn't have enough strength this time. I wasted a good opportunity. My feet were too smelly."

The people from Class 6 on the side of the court started to discuss dissatisfaction, and greeted Xue Ming's family with vicious words, with disappointment and disgust in their eyes.

"I..." Xue Ming wanted to ask for a penalty kick, but was unanimously despised and opposed by all the players in Class 6. He sighed in distress and was extremely depressed. Even he began to doubt his ability to be a football player.

Bang!

The player's penalty shooter quickly assisted and suddenly pulled the football out. The last ball was given the last hope, but it brought despair to everyone. The football simply did not have any surprises, and it flew out of the ball world one meter away from the net.

"Failed!"

The team members of Class 6 sighed in annoyance, with despair and helplessness in their eyes. They thought they could easily win the whole game, but in the end they ended up losing their armor. They all lowered their heads decadently and had no face to face the classmates of Class 6.

"It's our turn to shoot."

Jiang Hao came to the goal and placed the football on the penalty spot. He took a few breaths in a comfortable mood, swept towards the players of the down-and-out Class 6, and said happily: "Who will be the goalkeeper?"

"I'll be the goalkeeper."

Xue Ming volunteered to run to the goal, put on gloves, bent his legs, and focused on preventing actions. Although he could no longer save anything, he could not see Jiang Hao so proud. He wanted to use his body to block the goal this time and prove his value.
Chapter completed!