Killer in the Coffin

"Who's making trouble for you? I've already found a partner that suits you. I can definitely turn you around!" Nangong Yan slapped her older brother's hand away.

"Oh, who is it that's actually worth my sister's recommendation?" Nangong Yi Long was interested.

Nangong Yan happily took Wei Yi's arm and said, "It's this Big Cousin here. His skill with the ball is definitely not inferior to yours!"

The corner of Wei Yiyi's mouth twitched. When Nangong Yan had grabbed his arm earlier, he had almost reflexively thrown her away. Luckily, he had already gotten used to Nong Xue Jia holding his arm, otherwise, the result of Nong Xue Jia hitting him would have happened to this naive girl.

"Haha, we can't lose this opportunity. Hurry up and agree to her request!" The pervert's eyes lit up as he took advantage of Wei Yiyi's negligence to get up from the ground.

"You're wrong. I don't know how to play football." Wei Yiyi's response was completely different from his previous enthusiasm.

"You don't think I do!" The pervert scratched at the side, but Vi treated it like air and didn't respond.

Nangong Yi Long looked at Wei Yi with a bit of hostility and asked his sister, "Are you sure he knows how to play football?"

"Yeah, he's amazing. If he played football, he would definitely be able to beat Yao Ming. Kicking would definitely beat Ronaldo!" Nangong Yan seriously replied.

"Puff …"

Nong Xuejia and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter. They didn't think that Nangong Yan would believe everything Wei Yi had said just now.

Even the indifferent Wei Yi felt strangely awkward at this moment. It was a strange feeling, like someone who didn't like to talk about panic being exposed for the first time.

"What are you laughing at? You've all heard the process of his explanation, but was there something wrong with that?" Nangong Yan had a solemn expression on her face as she grabbed onto Wei Yi's arm and looked at her older brother.

Hearing Nangong Yan's words, Nong Xuejia and the others held back their laughter and nodded in agreement. They felt that even if Wei Yi wasn't as powerful as Nangong Yan had said, he should still be able to back down. "

When Nangong Yilong saw everyone nod their heads, his gaze landed on Wei Yi once again and was filled with curiosity.

"What are you still hesitating for? If you don't believe me, you can ask Sister Zimeng. Everyone has clearly heard Wei Yi-shen's explanation just now." Nangong Yan anxiously said.

A god-like explanation?

Wei Yishui was still sweating, but he did not explain anything.

Beside her, Luo Zimeng smiled without saying a word. She didn't want to participate in this game, even with just a few suggestions.

"I can testify that my cousin is very powerful, and he is one of the best players in the Chinese provincial team. He is the new favorite of the National Football Team!" Nong Xuejia said with a look of longing for the world to be in chaos. She really wanted to know how her ice-cold bodyguard would perform on the field.

"Haha …" You, the National Football Team... Haha, this marshal is going to die from laughter. " The pervert burst out in laughter, no longer trying to bewitch Wei Yiyi into stepping onto the stage. He wanted to see how Wei Yi would deal with the consequences of his posturing.

"I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously." Wei Yi finally responded. What he said was the truth.

After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand towards Wei Yiyi and said, "Hello, I am Nangong Yilong, the president of the Sunshine Football Club. I would like to invite you to join my team. I don't know if you would like to show me some face?"

"If you don't agree, I'll fight with you today!" The pervert at the side rolled up his sleeves and shouted at Wei Yiyi with the expression of someone about to fight a life and death battle with him.

Wei Yiyi shot a glance in the direction of the teaching building, and said to the pervert in the dark: "If you can guarantee that the mysterious killer won't harm Nong Xue Jia, I'll kick him."

"No problem. After you agree, I'll immediately go and monitor his every move. If he does anything dangerous, I'll inform you immediately." The pervert solemnly replied.

Receiving the guarantee from the pervert, Wei Yi hesitated for a moment before extending his hand towards Nangong Yilong. He said indifferently, "Sure, but I have a condition."

"Oh, what conditions?" The corners of Nangong Yilong's lips curved up into a smile. He suddenly exerted strength in the moment he shook hands with Wei Yi. He wanted to see just how powerful this thin 'National Feet' was.

But very quickly, the smile on Nangong Yilong's face disappeared, and the corners of Wei Yilong's lips curled up into a faint smile.

In the instant that Nangong Yidong unleashed his power, Wei Yiyi also exerted his strength as well. All he saw was Nangong Yilong's hand being gripped tightly in his palm. He was unable to pull it out, unable to force it down.

"This person is no ordinary student!" This was Nangong Yilong's reaction. Realizing that he had kicked an iron plate today, he calmly asked, "What condition?"

Wei Yiyun let go of his hand lightly and said: "Get that cameraman from the back of your faction here. Let him stand here and record the entire competition."

"For you?" Nangong Yilong was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he met such an arrogant and narcissistic teammate.

"Alright, I'll go and invite him." Nangong Yan immediately helped Nangong Yilong agree and ran towards the cameraman like a wisp of smoke.

"Is Wei Yi really so secretive?" She had seen Wei Yi's amazing combat ability. If he were to put those abilities into football, then he might really be a formidable player.

Actually, how could she know that Wei Yi's plan was to find someone to block the sniper position behind Nong Xuejia. That way, if she were to lend her body to a pervert to control, she could prevent any accidents from happening.

Just like that, when Nangong Yan invited a photographer, Wei stood up and followed Nangong Yilong towards the stadium. The pervert immediately floated towards the Science and Education building, wanting to see what the mysterious killer would do next.

When Nan Gong Yi Long was preparing to continue inviting the three big sized students that he had his eyes on, Wei Yi, who was following behind him, said indifferently, "If you don't want to lose too badly, it's best that you don't invite those three people. "You are an expert, you should know that if a person played football all year round, his muscles wouldn't be so well-developed, it would affect his endurance and explosive strength."

Nangong Yilong was stunned for a moment. He didn't think that Wei Yi would be able to tell that he had practiced martial arts, but it wasn't hard to guess why he had been seen through. Wei Yi was also a martial arts practitioner.

Nangong Yilong was increasingly curious about Wei Yi's background and background. However, he chose to remain silent and did not ask Wei Yiyi any nonsense. Instead, he carefully observed the three tall and big students and found that there was something wrong with them.

Their chests were too muscular, and so were their legs. They were not players who liked to play football or basketball, but rather, they were more likely to be regular customers of the gym.

It was impossible for a person who played football often to have any delicate muscles. Because the person who played football needed a lot of oxygen to run, the slow muscle fibers in the body developed especially well. To a certain extent, the fast muscle fibers were too developed.

Nangong Yilong gratefully looked at Wei Yi and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

Wei Yi didn't answer and just walked over to the stadium. He was curious about what was so crazy about these kinds of games. Many people even stayed up late to watch a professional football match.

Nangong Yilong looked at Wei Yi's back and then turned around to head back to his own camp. He decided that the remaining three would look for his own people.