Yipin Tang

Chapter 167

When he arrived at the training ground of Duke Lu's mansion, Wang Xiang saw several familiar figures, one of whom was Gao Shilian's fourth son, Gao Zhenxing, and the other dudes were also of great background.

Wang Xiang is now No.1 among the younger generation in Chang'an, and is often used by the elders of these dandy families to educate them. When they see Wang Xiang, they all show enthusiasm.

After greeting each other for a while, Cheng Chuliang urged, "Train, train!"

He is determined to get rid of the last man who won No.1 in the Cuju competition. When he saw Cheng Chuliang training in person, Wang Xiang asked curiously, "Brother Chu Liang, this is it?"

Cheng Chuliang turned around and smiled: "I'm going to play in person in this year's Cuju competition, let's see if I don't beat them to the ground." This guy attributed the main reason for the failure of the Jubo team in previous years to his not playing in person.

Seeing Wang Xiang's strange expression, Cheng Chuliang thought he was depressed because he couldn't play, so he said, "Zixin, it's not because of my brother that I won't let you play, this cuju field is like a battlefield, your body... I'm afraid you have nothing to do with me?" If there is a mistake, our old man will beat me to death." He still remembers how Wang Xiang was knocked out at the Jinguang Lake poetry meeting.

Wang Xiang smiled embarrassingly when he heard the words. He really didn't think about playing in person, especially after hearing from Cheng Chuliang that the Jubo team had a glorious history of being sent off several times, he didn't even plan to train with them.

"Uh... I'm fine, Brother Chu Liang, let's go." He was curious about how Cheng Chuliang and the others trained, and when he said that cuju was like a battlefield, he had a bad feeling when he heard it.

Wang Xiang has seen the ball used for Cuju. It is made of two large pieces of hard leather. It seems to be filled with rice bran. It feels much heavier than the basketball of later generations. Such a ball has no elasticity, and it cannot be played high. Far, but also easy to hurt your feet.

But this is for Wang Xiang, the players on the field are all fierce and fierce guys, dancing with knives and guns is commonplace, a medicine ball is really nothing, but it's not too high.

As soon as Cheng Chuliang came on stage, the atmosphere became lively. The field was divided into two groups, one group was led by Cheng Chuliang, and the other group was headed by Gao Zhenxing. Although it was already winter and the temperature was suddenly cold, they didn't seem to feel the cold at all. Cheng Chuliang took off his coat like everyone else, leaving only a short shirt.

Although Gao Zhenxing is tall and thin, he is not as strong as Cheng Chuliang, but this kid is not simple at all. According to Cheng Chuliang, Gao Zhenxing's martial arts is only a little worse than him. If this is the case, it means that Gao Zhenxing's martial arts are not weaker than Cheng Chuliang, Being able to serve as the guard of the imperial gate is indeed not for nothing, otherwise, even if his father is the minister of the official department, he would not dare to teach him such things as guarding the imperial gate.

The ball is in the middle, and Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing stand at the front of the two sides. Their muscles are tense and their eyes are fixed on the ball under their feet.

Even Wang Xiang, who was watching from the sidelines, could feel that the atmosphere on the court was getting more and more dignified, and couldn't help feeling nervous and excited...

After waiting for half a cup of tea, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing still kept their confrontational posture motionless. Their bodies seemed a little stiff, and a few drops of sweat emerged from Cheng Chuliang's forehead.

When the cold wind blew, a few dead leaves passed between Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

Finally, Cheng Chuliang couldn't help turning his stiff neck to look at Wang Xiang.

"Zixin, haven't you started yet?"

"Start?" Wang Xiang looked puzzled, "Get started, what are you waiting for?"

Gao Zhenxing couldn't bear it any longer, he shook his face and said, "Brother Wang, go hit the gong..."

"Beat the gong?"

Seeing Wang Xiang's confused look, everyone was speechless for a while.

"You are the referee, how can you start without hitting the gong!"

Damn, I'm the referee?I thought I was just a spectator.After being yelled at by Cheng Chuliang, Wang Xiang reacted and quickly looked around, and finally found a high-hanging gong on the side of the training ground, which was several times larger than Cheng Chuliang's face. gavel with red cloth.

He trotted over, picked up the mallet and weighed it in his hand, and it felt quite heavy.

Seeing Wang Xiang pick up the gavel, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing returned to the previous confrontation, with their muscles tensed and staring at the ball under their feet.

Wang Xiang turned his head and saw that they were all ready to raise the mallet and hit the gong hard.

"when!"

"Roar!"

As soon as the gong sounded, Cheng Chuliang roared to grab the ball, but his movements were not as quick as Gao Zhenxing's. When he stretched out his foot, the ball had already been taken away by Gao Zhenxing, and the two passed by.

"Come on, come on, get him, get him!"

Cheng Chuliang turned around, chased after Gao Zhenxing, and started to "command" in a hurry. Everyone was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Gao Zhenxing, who was the first to win the ball, was tripped by a player from Cheng Chuliang's side using his sweeping leg before he could take a few steps. Afterwards, Cheng Chuliang praised the "contributor" player with satisfaction, rushed forward triumphantly and ran back with the ball, and at the same time called his teammates to give him a shot.

Gao Zhenxing's fall was not a flop, but a real fall, and even Wang Xiang outside the court couldn't help but feel the pain in his face.

The soil on the ground is frozen hard in this season, and ordinary people would have to wait a long time for such an intimate contact, but Gao Zhenxing got up like a normal person, and ran and shouted: "Hurry up, the front Stop it!" His forehead was visibly bruised.

Relying on his strong body, Cheng Chuliang sang and flew several opponents blocking the way, and finally the goal was close in front of him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help grinning.

"Hold him, hold him!"

Following Gao Zhenxing's loud roar, Cheng Chuliang, who was about to take a shot, found that he couldn't move, and his waist was tightly hugged.

"Drink!" With a loud shout, and then a standard over-the-shoulder fall, the player who was hugging Cheng Chuliang was thrown to the ground heavily. Wang Xiang couldn't help but twitch his eyelids. Damn, does it take such an exaggeration to kick a ball? The over-the-shoulder fall came out, and rugby doesn't carry such a thing...

When Cheng Chuliang got rid of the player and was about to continue shooting, Gao Zhenxing finally arrived. He kicked the ball flying without even thinking about it.

Wang Xiang looked at the ball flying towards him and sighed in his heart. Although the sentence "hug him" was against the spirit of football, Gao Zhenxing's clear kick was very clever, with good consciousness, and he was a malleable talent. There is still hope for the brigade.

But soon he discovered that he was thinking too much, and his consciousness was good, but he was completely blind.No one cared about the flying ball at all, the court was in a mess, the players from both sides wrestled together, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing were particularly brave, punching and kicking with joy.The players on both sides have fully demonstrated the skills they have learned in the camp, and they are worthy of being the elite players in each camp.

Kenima, this is the stadium!They really used the stadium as a battlefield for their feelings. No wonder Cheng Chuliang didn't dare to let himself play.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Wang Xiang picked up the mallet and hit the gong vigorously, these football hooligans!

(End of this chapter)