genius creator

Chapter 89 The big pie that fell from the sky
Zhao Hu's is a grudger. Ever since Yang Luo kicked him unconscious, Yang Luo has become his number one public enemy. He originally wanted to teach him a lesson in the amateur league, but Yang Luo went to the national competition again, so this tone Has been held in the stomach.

Unexpectedly, he saw a photo of himself in a magazine, and it was negative, Zhao Hu immediately exploded with rage.

The people in the photo are wearing mosaics, green jerseys, familiar numbers, and the motionless posture lying on the ground. It’s not who he is, Zhao Hu angrily tore the magazine to pieces, and ran out with a bang .

Three days later, the finals of the Campus Cup National Competition came. The opponents were Rongcheng University and Guangzhou Renhe. The two best campus teams in the country were making intense and busy preparations before the match.

Coming out of the meeting room, Yang Luo and the others all looked solemn. There are still 3 days left. Teacher Li didn’t arrange heavy training. He just arranged a few tasks and it ended hastily. Teacher Li didn’t want to put too much pressure on everyone. .

Walking out of the conference room, everyone's faces were extremely ugly. The finals are only 3 days away. Everyone is very nervous. To be able to make it to this day, everyone has contributed as much as anyone else. Everyone wants to win the championship, but everyone knows how difficult it is. , the opponent's number one star Nan Bao, but the number one killer in this cup, is quite difficult to deal with. Even Teacher Li didn't come up with a good plan, so everyone knows how difficult the next battle will be.

Li Rong walked in front and looked back at everyone's state, stopped and shook his head and said, "You all look like dead wives. Didn't Teacher Li say that I am the only one who can compete with Nan Bao's speed?" , so I will guard him to death, so you can rest assured."

The teammates who followed behind only raised their heads to take a look. Li Rong's words meant that they didn't think that he alone could defend Nanbao.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Li Rong stood in front and asked suspiciously: "Why, you don't believe me?"

The team members shook their heads and walked past one after another, obviously not in the mood to joke with him.

"Li Rong, it's good to have such thoughts, we support you," Chang Yang said as he walked over and patted Li Rong on the shoulder.

Li Rong was taken aback, and asked, "Boss, don't even you believe me?"

Chang Yang smiled embarrassingly, but swallowed the words again. At this time, he couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the team members, so he smiled and walked away.

Li Rong was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, I still don't believe me."

"Yang Luo"

Li Rong had noticed Yang Luo a long time ago, seeing him with his head down in the crowd trying to get in, he quickly yelled at him down.

Yang Luo froze, looked up at Li Rong, smiled and asked, "Brother Rong, what's the matter?"

Li Rong hurried over, put his arms around Yang Luo's neck and asked in a low voice, "Don't play tricks on me, kid, don't you believe that I can guard against Nan Bao?"

After hearing this, Yang Luo's expression was immediately embarrassed. He heard Li Rong ask this question just now. In order not to answer, he could only get caught in the crowd and try to get away with it, but he still found out.

This problem is obvious, if Li Rong can guard against him, then he won't be unknown in the Campus Cup, and I don't know where he got so much confidence.

"Well, what do you think?" Yang Luo suddenly threw it to Li Rong in the middle of speaking. Li Rong still looked forward to Yang Luo's inspiring words, but when he heard it, he immediately became angry, "You are stupid, I asked you how you are?"

Yang Luo laughed quickly, and said in a weak voice: "It's pretty good, I think you can do it." Li Rong immediately shouted to the crowd when he heard this, "Did you hear that, Yang Luo said I'm fine."

"What's the use of him talking alone? He said you are the king of the ball, so you are really the king of the ball?" Ling Feng walked over at this time, and said directly with a gesture of pouring cold water.

Li Rong was speechless for a moment, Ling Feng glanced at him, then limped away from his side.

Looking at his back, Li Rong hastily made a punching movement, whispering in his mouth: "You cripple, you still have the face to tell me, the task assigned by Teacher Li seems like you can complete it."

Back in the room, Yang Luo was lying on the bed. In this meeting, Mr. Li assigned everyone a task. His own task was very simple. No matter what, he had to play the heavy artillery to the extreme. Even if he couldn’t score a goal, at least Also shoot a few threatening shots to create chances for teammates.

For this requirement, Yang Luo was very confident, didn't he just kick a few powerful shots, what's so difficult about it, on the day of the final, no matter how much, if he drank all the energy potions together, he would definitely have a big explosion.

At this time Ling Feng came in with a limp, leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the bed, with a heavy expression on his face.

There is only one task for Ling Feng in the next game, and that is to score a goal with all his strength. Even if the team loses, the loss will not be ugly.

But for this request, Ling Feng was under a lot of pressure.

Seeing Ling Feng walking in step by step, his face still so ugly, Yang Luo hurriedly sat up from the bed and asked, "Your feet are still uncomfortable?"

Ling Feng shook his head, and said, "How could he recover so quickly? The doctor said it would take three days to recover, and this is only the first day."

Yang Luo was more worried about Ling Feng's foot injury. Although the hospital said it would take 3 days, there are accidents in everything. It would be a tragedy if he didn't recover in the final.

Ling Feng turned his head suddenly, looked at Yang Luo and asked, "Do you think I can score in the next game?"

Yang Luo was taken aback, why did Ling Feng ask such a question, he turned his head to stare at Ling Feng, and saw a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Ling Feng has always been a confident person, no matter what, he is absolutely confident, but today, his eyes are full of hesitation, and there is also a kind of confusion about the unknown.

Without hesitation, Yang Luo nodded immediately and said, "Yes, of course you can, you are Ling Feng."

Ling Feng glanced at Yang Luo, smiled at the corner of his mouth, lay down on the bed lightly, put his hands on the back of his head, closed his eyes and said, "Thank you for looking up to me, but you have to work hard for the next game."

What do you mean, Ling Feng said it as if he had no confidence, this is not his style.

Yang Luo frowned, got up and sat beside him and asked, "Ling Feng, are you worried about the injury on your feet?"

Ling Feng froze slightly between his brows, he didn't speak, but turned his body to the other side.

Seeing Ling Feng turning his back, Yang Luo also stood up. It seemed that Ling Feng was really in a bad mood, and it was useless to talk too much, so he was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower. When he got up, he threw the The phone on the bed rang.

Today's phone rings non-stop, first two calls from Zhang Xiao, who is it this time, Yang Luo picks up the phone but sees an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, whose number is this?" Yang Luo picked up the phone inexplicably.

As soon as the phone was connected, a mature voice rang out, "Yang Luo, do you know who I am?"

Yang Luo was a little dazed, his voice sounded very mature, he was about 30-40 years old, he didn't seem to know a few people in this age group, who could it be?
Yang Luo thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered a person, "Haidong?"

The other party laughed immediately after listening, "That's right, it's me, is it convenient to talk now?"

Yang Luo was taken aback, there was something mysterious to tell him, Yang Luo glanced at Ling Feng who turned his back, walked to the balcony, closed the door of the entrance, and said: "It's convenient, you can tell. "

The place where Haidong is located is relatively wide, so the voice sounded very loud, "I have already asked about your matter. The club here in Dalian can give you a trial training opportunity. You can see when you come over."

Yang Luo was stunned for a moment, the news came too suddenly, he asked himself to go to the trial training with just one phone call, to be honest, Yang Luo was not prepared at all.

Seeing that Yang Luo didn't speak for a long time, Haidong on the opposite side continued: "By the way, Xiaobo also has a letter. Both Tianjin and Qingdao are fine. The choice is in your hands. Think about it?"

Dalian, Tianjin, and Qingdao popped up three places at once. Yang Luo almost choked with joy. The efficiency of Haidong and Qu Xiaobo must be too fast.

Yang Luo took a deep breath and said, "Teacher Haidong, I'm not sure for a moment, how about I answer you after I've made a decision?"

Haidong was very straightforward, he nodded immediately and agreed: "Okay, give me a call when you've decided, you can think about it carefully."

Yang Luo nodded in agreement, and said, "Okay, I will, thank you Brother Xiaobo for helping me."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Luo couldn't calm down for a long time, and stood on the balcony foolishly and was blown by the sea breeze.

In another city, there was a person who was also worried about Yang Luo.

On the open-air balcony, an old man is leisurely sitting on a purple wicker chair, tasting the century-old fragrant tea, reflecting the brilliance of the setting sun, the old man's face looks more kind.

At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table buzzed and vibrated.

The old man slowly raised his hand, picked up the phone and squinted his eyes. After seeing the name that appeared on the screen, he slowly picked up the phone.

"Haitong, what's going on?"

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