Let You Host The Specialty Class, How Come You Have Become A Scholar?

But Lu Heming couldn't outrun Liao Kunyang, he was pushed down on the grass by Liao Kunyang in minutes.

"Brother Kun, Brother Kun, I really didn't mean it!"

Lu Heming naturally begged for mercy.

Liao Kun was gnashing his teeth with anger, and his face was red.

It's hard to break through himself, how could he think that Lu Heming would actually engage in a sneak attack!

Of course, it didn't really make a fight. He punched Lu Heming twice and let him go.

After all, Liao Kunyang also knew his own attributes, and directly lifted Lu Heming's collar with both hands, "If you hit me again, see if I beat you!"

Lu Heming immediately turned his head away and said with a guilty conscience, "Brother Kun, you've been unlucky once or twice. Besides, this ball doesn't have eyes! It's too unreasonable to blame me!?"

When Liao Kunyang heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "You're right, it's your fault that it's really unreasonable!"

Instead, Lu Heming was taken aback for a moment, eh?

Is Liao Kunyang so talkative?

"We have the same blessings and the same difficulties. If I get smashed once, it will count as someone else's kick. I will beat you once. How about it, brother enough?"

"..."

At this moment, Wang Yanyu hurriedly came over to smooth things out, and when Liao Kunyang let go angrily when he saw someone coming.

Wang Yanyu said that Lu Heming didn't do it on purpose, and asked Liao Kunyang to go back to training.

Liao Kunyang glared at Lu Heming before turning around and leaving, but Wang Yanyu noticed that Lu Heming's kick just now was a little wrong.

As soon as Lu Heming said thank you Brother Yu, he heard Wang Yanyu ask, "You are so far away that you can go straight to the goal with this kick. Are you kicking casually or consciously?"

It's quite far.

Just now, Lu Heming was training outside the midfield. With such a long distance, Lu Heming was able to run directly to the goal, and even hit Liao Kunyang directly. This is really not something ordinary people can do.

"Kick whatever you want." Lu Heming said with tears in his eyes, "and my feet still hurt a bit! I accidentally kicked hard just now!"

"Is that so..." Wang Yanyu smiled, but he didn't take it to heart, he just thought it was an accident, he turned his head and continued training with Liao Kunyang.

But the speaker has no intention, and the listener has a heart.

Lu Heming had been wondering all the time, obviously he was out of coordination, why did Old Chen have to let him come over to play football?

Just to accompany Liao Kunyang to exercise?

It was Lu Heming who thought about it, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt.

To say that the situation of Class 7 is well known to everyone, Lao Chen has always been biased.

Lu Heming wondered if he had a talent for football?

But after training for so long, I haven't seen that I have any talent in football!

It didn't even stick at all!

However, Wang Yanyu's question immediately made Lu Heming realize something. Without saying a word, he hurried to pick up the ball, then came to the corner, and after thinking about it, he went to get a bottle of water and put it not far in front of him.

After taking a look at the position of the water bottle with Lu Heming, he made a rough estimate in his mind, and then he lifted his leg and kicked it.

Snapped!

Unbiased hit the water bottle just fine.

Um! ? ! ?

Lu Heming's eyes suddenly widened, feeling a little weird.

Am I playing football so well?

"Maybe it's too close. I'm afraid other people can also hit it?"

Lu Heming decided to adjust the difficulty, so he put the water bottle farther away.

Five meters!

One kick!

Ten meters!

Still a kick!

After kicking the water bottle with two consecutive feet, Lu Heming scratched his head and looked around in confusion.

However, everyone else was immersed in their own training and no one cared about him at all.

"This……"

Lu Heming felt a little weird.

He couldn't tell what was going on either. Anyway, after seeing the distance, he felt how hard he was going to kick, and he had a general idea of ​​the direction he was kicking, but other people should feel this way, but he kicked Seems a little too accurate, right?

Lu Heming was not sure, so he decided to increase the difficulty again.

This did not bring several bottles of water, lined up ten meters away, and then kicked again.

A total of seven bottles of water.

The first bottle, medium.

The second bottle, medium.

The third bottle...

Seeing that all the seven bottles of water were kicked down by him, Lu Heming couldn't help scratching his head again.

e...

Turning his head and looking around again, no one noticed his behavior.

"So it's not that I'm talented in football but that I'm good at it?"

Lu Heming not only had a little doubt in his heart.

Still not quite sure.

Difficulty increased again.

Going directly to the edge of the stand, I found a chalk and drew a circle on the wall below the stand. Then, I held the ball and kept going back, stopping at a range of about fifteen meters, and even retreating all the way to the green field. As soon as the ball was released, Lu Heming took a few steps back.

I probably calculated the distance again, and following the run-up is a great effort... Smack!

Before the ball was kicked out, the person had already fallen to the ground, and even gnawed the grass in his mouth.

I tripped over myself again...

Lu Heming was so angry that he thumped wildly, I'm really fucking...

Luckily, no one noticed his situation, Lu Heming quickly got up and pretended to be nothing, opened the distance again, took a careful run, and kicked the ball out again.

But the ball landed on the ground halfway through and didn't hit the circle on the wall.

The main reason was that Lu Heming didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that he would accidentally drop himself again.

He turned his head and picked up the ball again. This time, he felt much more stable in his heart, and he felt as if he could really hit that circle. After the distance was widened, he kicked again.

Bang!

The ball slid through the air, hit the edge of the circle at once, and then bounced and rolled back.

"Fuck!"

Even Lu Heming couldn't help exclaiming.

Pick up the ball and kick it again!

Repeated back and forth, although not all the balls were just kicked in the middle of the circle, but basically all the balls touched the edge of the circle.

Now Lu Heming couldn't help but get excited!

I knew that Lao Chen must have made sense for me to play football!

So this is my talent?

crack shot! ?

Lunardo! ?

Why didn't Lao Chen say it earlier! ?

It's been tossing me a lot these days! If you tell me directly that I can play football accurately, I don't have to toss it?

Thinking about it carefully, Lu Heming felt that Lao Chen was really a dog.

Lao Chen didn't tell me directly that it must be to make me suffer and train, and then when I can't hold on, he will definitely come over and tell me that the teacher is for your own good, you have to persevere, and you have talent in this area ...

wow... your surname is really...