The first elementary school student in history

Chapter 20 Sorry, I Just Want to Win
Enjoying the cheers around him, Zhu Weiyu, a bastard, unexpectedly had an unseen serious expression on his face.Slightly closing his eyes, someone opened his hands, and the cheers and boos in his ears surrounded him like a symphony.

Zhu Weiyu pretending to be 13?How does Zhu Weiyu enjoy this moment?

No, neither, in fact, he was feeling his own body... yes, this strange body.

Something in the body seemed to be split, a shackle-like existence was broken, and the force like a tide surrounded Zhu Weiyu turbulently. Even the skin farthest from the heart could feel the hot blood flowing through it. Feel.

Gently opened his eyes, put his hands in front of his eyes, slowly clenched and then let go, this unprecedented sense of relaxation was not something he could feel after being stimulated, as if this huge power was something he already had, You can use it however you want!
"Although I don't know what you are...but, please help me win...help me find my hope!" With his right hand on his chest, someone who had never had any faith couldn't help but pray secretly now.

"Hey, hey, bastard! Hurry up and get on the stage! I can't hold it any longer!!" A black stinky shoe flew over from the side, and the power of Ferguson's hair dryer suddenly made a serious guy dizzy.

"Uh uh uh, yes boss, I'll go right away!"

Like a dingy mouse, Zhu Weiyu hurried back to the court, seeing the exhausted looks of those teammates, someone scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sorry... I kept you waiting for so long!"

"By the way, I've been waiting for a long time!!" Ronnie punched Zhu Weiyu hard with his big buck teeth.

For some reason, Zhu Weiyu could still feel the incomparable pain from Ronnie's fist during training, but now it's only a vague feeling.But a certain nervous guy didn't care about this at all, he smiled silly twice, and then threw himself into the battle.

The audience cheered even louder.

The Mortal Academy has never been closer to winning the game than it is now. It has been a long time since they won the match against the Cultivation Academy, even if it is just a friendly match.

"come on!!"

"Kill them!!"

Countless high-pitched speakers came out of nowhere, aiming at the stand of the Cultivation Academy opposite... By the way, what are you holding in your hands, Little Tesla and Edison?
"Hmph, the tweeter for refueling, blue quality, five yuan each!"

...Well, it seems to know where it came from.

But the cheers from the stands of the scientists class were naturally the loudest.Because, they have special refueling skills!
"Listen to my password. If anyone makes a mistake and goes back, he will be a sinner in our scientist class! We managed to have someone who can compete in the sports arena, not in the No. [-] Fighting Conference of Indiscriminate Elementary School!"

I'll go, what is this all about?What is the first martial arts competition in elementary school? ? ...It seems that there are still many unknown activities in this school.

Little Darwin naturally couldn't hear these questions, this active guy would get into trouble every day, but now this is naturally a good time for him to play: "Okay, call me now, 'Zhu Weiyu! Come on!'!"

"Zhu Weiyu, come on!!!"

Boom, like a bomber flying by, two huge speakers appeared around the scientist class at some point, several meters high.But this is just assembled... For this group of guys, it only takes a few minutes to assemble. The problem is the collection of materials, but materials are really easy to handle in a place like a school.

Then it’s rare to live in this group of technical nerds if you have the materials, oh no, the future scientists and brats?
Well, anyway, the first sentence is pretty normal.

"If you don't kick it well... go back and let Maria kick your little dick!!"

"If you don't kick well, go back and let Maria kick your little dick!!"

Darwin's slogan spread to every corner of the stadium along the super-loud tweeter. Those ears that had been tortured before were relieved now, and they might be able to hear a pin drop.

"Ahahahahahaha!!" But three or two seconds later, shocking laughter appeared, and even some players on the field couldn't help laughing twice.

I don't know if he sensed Darwin's sincerity, but Zhu Weiyu couldn't help but break out in a layer of cold sweat on the field, and he worked harder during the competition.

"Drink!" Zhu Weiyu jumped one or two meters and competed with He Xiangu in the middle for the big foot from Yassin. Even if there is a god-like existence in the victory on the football field, there must be countless hardworking people around Engineers and soldiers, they silently undertake the unsightly work on the field.

Someone in full state was almost unstoppable, a head hammer hit the ball...and hit He Xiangu hard on the head.

Someone assured that he really didn't do it on purpose, at least he could say so while looking at the tearful girl... But there should be crossed fingers behind him.

No matter how much, after winning the ball, Zhu Weiyu gave the ball to Bailey who was nearby. The crow-mouthed man dazzled the opponent with his dribble, and the big teeth on the top of his mouth smiled like flowers.The time was getting closer to the end of the game, and no one dared to foul easily, not even the guys from the Cultivation Academy.

... Even if Zhu Weiyu's free kick from standing in front of the ball did not hit the goal, but if it hits the wall... then it really hit the wall.

After landing, Zhu Weiyu just gave his body a slight pause, and then rushed out like the wind. He Xiangu, who was competing with him for the top, rolled on the ground helplessly covering her head. Zhu Weiyu showed no mercy this time.

Hmph, this is Zhu Weiyu's reserved skill.When I was still in elementary school...it was a real elementary school, someone was beaten every day from the first grade to the third grade, ahem, don't pay attention to these, the focus is on the back!Every day when he returned home covered in bruises, Zhu Weiyu dared not tell his family about these embarrassing things, but silently made up his mind.

"Hmph, one day, this genius will definitely ask you to return it!!"

So, for this day to come, Zhu Weiyu practiced hard, "grabbing his head to his ears" every day. Finally, after a day of ninety-nine and 180, someone practiced the exclusive unique skill, iron head skill!
Afterwards, Zhu Weiyu used this trick to kill all directions in the elementary school, and completed the transformation from being beaten every day to being beaten every half a day... Alas, it was all blood and tears, but at least the iron head skill was practiced.

Not to mention these, Zhu Weiyu rushed forward like the wind, and it took only a second or two to reach the opponent's penalty area, and Bailey's pass followed suit.Looking at the football spinning in the air, Zhu Weiyu paused slightly, suddenly countless pictures he had seen before appeared in his head.

It seems that not only the strength has become stronger now, but the head is also turning faster?

If Zhu Weiyu's head used to be a hard drive with a size of 10TB, then his processor was 286... It doesn't match at all, right?

And after just now, it seems that it has been upgraded to the Core i99 processor in an instant! ! ...seems like the hard drive is too small?

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Weiyu's body seemed to have done it countless times. He skillfully placed the ball lightly, then rushed up a little and then fell straight down. Then he lightly tapped the instep of his right foot, and his body adjusted accordingly. No direction, just wait to rush forward.

The whole movement was like flowing water, without any hesitation or pause, and the poor Uncle Cao Guo was forcefully eaten by Zhu Weiyu.There is no reason for the gap in the body, and there is no way to do it. Zhu Weiyu's shoulders are carrying the opponent's chest, and a gap is squeezed open with just a light bump.

"Foul!! Red card!!!"

The people from the Cultivation Institute shouted loudly, but the referee robot is a machine, not a human being, and will not be pressured, nor will it make a misjudgment because of these.

"No foul, no whistle blowing, continue!!" Mourinho Jr. stole Ferguson's limelight, standing on the sidelines and yelling.

But Zhu Weiyu couldn't hear these things. Now he only paid attention to the referee's whistle, and other voices were blocked.

Kicking the football with a little force, he rolled three or four meters away, which is a bit far for ordinary people, but Zhu Weiyu is different from those strange people in the Cultivation Academy.He just straddled his thighs, and the football came under his legs after one step.

"Stop him!! Stop him!!"

Even if there is no need to shout, the defenders of the Cultivation Academy will naturally know that Tieguai Li and Han Zhongli have come to Zhu Weiyu again, and this time there is Xiaolan chasing after him, Zhang Guolao seems to have given up on Bailey and Ronnie , the great comrade Han Xiangzi also wrapped it up.

Five people, five people!Comrade Ma behind him may be more familiar with this situation, but Zhu Weiyu is different. Could this novice dribbling pass these five people?
... Nonsense, of course not! !
Zhu Weiyu is in the scientist class. He is not the reincarnation of a god, nor is he a guy with any supernatural powers. He is just an ordinary human being, a cowardly guy.

Even he couldn't believe that he could get to this point.I am afraid that if he calls his mother and father from his previous life, they will hesitate for a while before asking the people beside him, "Is this... is my son?" He is already at his limit.

But he is not a god after all, he is just an ordinary person, so...he passed the ball.

"???"

"Uh……"

"what……"

Nest, he actually passed the ball! !This gutless guy! !Everyone at the scene was looking forward to a big show, but this guy passed the ball very unscrupulously! !Are you worthy of everyone's expectations?Are you worthy of every reader's hard wait?
Sorry...I just want to win.

PS: I'm sorry, I made a fool of myself... There are a total of 12 new books in the category... Now No.9. .

(End of this chapter)