Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Cowardice, cowardice, fear, incompetence! This time when he went back, he would definitely tell his grandfather that he could no longer live under the same roof as this good-for-nothing.

Zhong Zhenzhen made his decision in his heart, and LEE Lee nudged her twice, "Look at the way Jiang Shan is holding his knees, does he look like a saint?"

"Huh? "Who is Saint Cathy?" Zhong Zhenzhen couldn't react for a moment.

"Casillas."

"Ugh …" Zhong Zhenzhen almost vomited, "Are you talking about Wen Xi? Don't be disgusting, Cathy, okay? That was a gatekeeper! It's not bad to have a business suit, but you'll probably be kicked into a hornet's nest later on. "

"No way, I feel like he's a bit different than before, look at his hair growing out."

"Just a few short hairs." Zhong Zhenzhen's face was filled with contempt.

The captain of both parties stepped forward, and the referee wearing black short sleeves threw a coin. Class 12 began to open up the ball, and Pei Soong jumped nonstop as he turned around and said to the students behind him, "Remember, if there's a chance, pass the ball to me!"

Following the main referee's whistle, the match started. Pei Soong released the ball and kicked Fei Loong, who was beside him.

Lao Hei immediately kicked down his big foot. The kick was powerful and heavy, the ball flew high and far, Pei Soong and two of the strongest guards of Class 2 had actually managed to grab the ball, but before the ball even started, the four guards on his left and right had already snatched the ball away, throwing the ball into the hands of Class 2.

This time, Class Two took on a 43-3 formation, with Ye Feng in the middle and the three vanguards behind.

Class 12 was a 54-on-1 match, with only Pei Soong as the vanguard. The four midfielders were all pushed back in the latter half of the match, as if they were under no pressure at all, and they easily organized themselves in the latter half of the match.

In the audience stands, the students of Class Two also came. They even borrowed a large drum and made a banner with the words "Number One of Class Two" written on it. Next to them, there were over ten beauties of Class Two wearing short skirts, revealing their long legs.

On their substitutes' seats, there were actually seven or eight youths dressed in autumn clothes. Each and every one of them stood in the field and shouted loudly. There was even a coach far away in the distance.

And this coach was actually a martial arts teacher from the sports department.

Looking at him, Jiang Wuchen couldn't help but frown. Teacher Wu was Class 12's physical education teacher, and was also Class 2's physical education teacher.

As teachers of both classes, it seemed unfair for them to stand on the side of the second class.

As for Class 12's side, there was only Jiang Wuchen on the substitutes' bench. Behind him, a few girls from the audience seats had looks of disdain on their faces, feeling that the situation was a little awkward. There were actually a few women who left Class 12's audience seats and went to sit in the middle.

"Sigh, what a tragic sight." Jiang Wuchen could not help but laugh bitterly as he shook his head.

The crisis on the ball field was quick. After getting to's feet several times, the ball reached him and Lao Hei went to defend him. In the end, Ye Feng passed the ball to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan turned around and shook off the one meter six defence team member beside him.

"Ah?" "Damn." Lao Hei shouted. He was a basketball player, so if he was playing basketball, he would be fine. However, he was weaker than Song Yuan on the field.

Song Yuan gave the ball to Ye Feng once again.

After getting the ball, there was only Zhao Kui, the last centre-back in front of Ye Feng. Zhao Kui was flustered and ran over to defend, but Ye Feng actually passed him by the crotch.

This beautiful move immediately drew the cheers of the second class.

More than a dozen of beauties in short skirts began to kick their legs to reveal the floor as they shouted, "Shoot one, shoot one!" Those who saw it had fiery expressions in their eyes.

Ye Feng quickly brought them to the restricted area. Zhao Kui and the other guards were regretful and sighed.

Pei Soong helplessly covered his face, unable to bear to keep looking.

"Hahaha." Ye Feng laughed, "Wen Xi, aren't you arrogant? In the washroom, you still dare to be so quiet with your father. Come here, your father will kick you to death! " As he spoke, he suddenly shot out with his foot.

The ball went straight for the person.

Young Master Zheng, who was standing in front of the restricted area, panicked.

The result was a butter hand, which spun the ball and hit hard onto Young Master Zheng's lower abdomen.

"Wow!"

Young Master Zheng immediately lay prone on the ground. His lower abdomen released a strange pain and cold sweat. He forcefully endured the pain and hugged the ball to his chest.

This cruel kick immediately attracted the applause from the spectators of Class Two. Although they did not enter, they could at least see that Class Two's fighting spirit had already destroyed Class 12.

As for Class 12's side, they were all dejected. Zhao Kui ran over to the Young Master Zheng's side. "Wen Xi, how are you feeling?"

Young Master Zheng shook his head, "Nothing …"

"Wow, your face is so pale. It's so ugly, how about …" Shall we change seats? " At this moment, Zhao Kui's heart softened. Everyone on the stage was one person, and seeing Young Master Zheng suffer, they didn't feel good.

It was at this moment that Young Master Zheng suddenly felt that something in his lower abdomen had cleared up with a 'pa' sound. A warm aura appeared and this aura immediately caused his entire body to be filled with an inconceivable power.

"Eh? "Huh?" Young Master Zheng was stunned for a moment.

"Vincy, Vincy?" A few people ran over.

Ye Feng said with a cold smile: "A moron can even go up on stage, it's simply an insult to me."

"Ye Feng, don't be too arrogant!" Lao Hei wiped his sweat.

"So what if you're arrogant? Bite me. " Ye Feng sneered.

"You …"

Pei Soong ran over, and Ye Feng returned to his side with a cold smile.

"Vincy, how is it? If it really doesn't work, then don't insist. " Pei Soong said.

"Ye Feng did it on purpose. I heard the sound even when he kicked Wen Xi." Fei Loong said angrily.

Young Master Zheng crawled up from the ground and hugged his football, jumping twice, "It's alright, it's great, I've never felt my body so comfortable before. Wow, after getting kicked by him, I suddenly felt like my body is free."

The student next to him looked at him in surprise, thinking that he couldn't have kicked his brain silly, right?

"Let's begin." Young Master Zheng said excitedly.

"Alright, everyone be careful of your safety." Pei Soong said.

"Wen Xi, do you want me to open my big feet?" Zhao Kui said.

The Young Master Zheng shook his head, "No need, I want to give it a try myself."

"Oh, you be careful."

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle, signalling Young Master Zheng to quickly deliver the ball. Young Master Zheng placed the ball on the ground, looked in Pei Soong's direction, and retreated a few steps, then ran and kicked it.

Bang.

The ball flew out, quickly passed the half field, and landed at Pei Soong's location.

"Wen Xi, what a good ball!" Pei Soong shouted and leaped high into the air, using his chest to catch the ball.