Master of Picking Up Girls

"We've all marked our own men. The battle has just begun." Wang Lun while running, while shouting at a class of students.

Obviously, the powerful momentum from the opposite shop has completely made him nervous.

The audience around seemed to feel the tension. Suddenly shut up, quietly watching the game.

"Warm up over, 3 minutes, 10 balls! If I can't do it, I'm going to die. " Zhang Jun came to Wang Lun with the ball, and a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll talk about it later - what!" Before Wang Lun finished, Zhang Jun didn't know when he had slipped past him with the ball.

His whole speed is very fast. After bypassing himself, he passed two people immediately.

"Zhang Bo!" Wang Lun's face was startled, and he immediately called out.

Zhang Bo's eyes were heavy. As soon as he saw Zhang Jun coming with the ball, he immediately slipped over and pointed his heel at the football under his feet.

Time seems to have returned to dozens of minutes ago.

The same scene, the same cut, the same two people.

The atmosphere became tense again, and all the people on the scene stared at the duel without blinking.

"Don't think too much of yourself!" Zhang Jun cold summer a, before Zhang Bo's feet come over, learn his before appearance, two heel one pick, the ball from his back around to the top of the head.

He made a somersault and jumped directly from Zhang Bo with one hand.

"Crouching trough, this NIMA is a blockhouse

"It's over. He's going to shoot!"

"Lying trough, it's only a few meters past the half court now."

Seeing this, they all stopped breathing. Before they could completely relax, Zhang Jun had already put on a shooting posture and kicked the football.

"Whoosh -" in an instant, the football slid out a beautiful arc in the air and ran directly to the goal.

Zhao Zheng's eyes were fixed, and he quickly took off to catch the ball. Although the ball was far away, Zhang Jun's strength seemed not weak.

Zhao Zheng can only touch the edge of the ball, but still can't stop it.

"Bang -" a clear sound came out, and the net was pulled back by the ball.

"The trough! A perfect passing goal, is that Zhang Jun's real strength One of the commentators was stunned and asked incredulously.

"Time to the last three minutes of the first half, the ninth class finally won a crucial point, the first class will fight back?" Another commentator was also excited.

"Oh - OH - Zhang Jun - Zhang Jun!" As soon as Zhang Jun scored, a cheerleading team headed by Qian Qian immediately began to shout.

The colored ball in his hand swayed and cheered.

Around the audience also came a warm applause, the scene was hot.

A class of students face slightly not very good-looking, although know this time to win the hope is not big, but no matter how, no one really want to lose the game.

"Lunzi, I - I can't stop him." Zhang Bo stood in the same place in a daze, and his eyes were a little tired.

"Don't worry. The first half will be over in three minutes. Hold on a little longer." Wang Lun continued to give him an air passage.

Class one began to serve, the ball just kicked to the center line, the student with the ball was preparing to pass, but at this time, a figure quickly passed by him.

Then the ball under his feet has appeared in the sole of the figure's foot, and even Wang Lun didn't see clearly how the ball got into the hands of the thin, monkey like player.

"Monkey, look at you." Zhang Jun smiles at the man and sits on the ground.

Wang Lun saw that he despised his teammates so much that he was furious and rushed to the monkey.

Wang Lun's face was not afraid when the monkey came up against him. He dodged his cut and rushed straight to the goal.

He's very fast. He can't even catch up with Zhang Bo if he has the help of God.

When he came to the goal, he whirled the ball back and forth, kicking it into the sky and making an upside down hook in the air.

"Bang -" another clear sound came out.

"Beautiful! What an upside down gold hook

"Class 1, 0-2, is doomed. There is no fighting back." The two said together.

Under the stage, Li Zihao's voice was even louder, and the students in class 1 were even more ugly, and they couldn't even shout for cheers.

Faced with such a big gap in the game, they really can't bear to watch it.

"Not yet?" Just then, Zhang Jun's voice came out again, with a smile on his face.

After a few seconds, the ball was immediately cut off by the first class who had just passed the middle line. Zhang Bo defended Zhang Jun again and was still teased.

"Come on, son, stop me and call you dad." Zhang Jun, with a smile, not only didn't shoot, but stopped the ball in the same place.

"Damn it Zhang Bo smell speech suddenly angry, again forward to cut off Zhang Jun's ball.This time, however, the ball was not even touched.

Zhang Jun stopped the ball and hooked Zhang Bo again. Zhang Bo's eyes were angry and rushed up again.

So three or four times, Zhang Bojun was fooled around, and finally he was even directly fooled down by Zhang Jun.

There was a lot of laughter around.

"Coach, isn't that a foul?" Wang Lun asked angrily. Tqr1

both coaches had a counsellor on their shoulders and said, "this is not a regular game. We only play the necessary fouls."

"Damn it On hearing this, Wang Lun immediately hammered the floor.

These two referees are from Li Zihao. I'm afraid they will benefit from him. It seems that they will be abused by blood today.

"Brother Chen, where are you?" Rao is Wang Lun himself, and he can't hold on any longer.

See Zhang Bo red eyes, still desperately want to cut off Zhang Jun's ball, his eyes at this time scarlet, the whole person looks extremely embarrassed.

"Zhang Bo, forget it, come back to defend." Wang Lun shouts, and Zhang Bo's body is suddenly shocked, and then pours on Zhang Jun.

There is no doubt that he was fooled again, lying down on the grass, panting, Zhang Jun came to him with the ball, looked down at him and said: "just because you want to intercept my ball?"

"Waste! It's better to listen to your captain and go back to defend others. " With that, Zhang Jun slammed the ball into the goal.

"Ah --" Zhao Kuan suddenly stretched out his hands, ready to grasp the football, his hand really touched the ball.

But at this time, a frightening scene happened. Zhao Kuan couldn't hold the ball.

Football seems to carry a very big foot, directly out of his hands, rushed into the net.

"Lying trough!" The crowd was shocked, and there was a big clap.

Next, the ninth class is as strong as a bolt. As long as the first class comes out with the ball, it will be broken. Then, no matter how many people there are, the other team will shoot directly.

Although the time of three minutes is very short, in the eyes of class one and Wang Lun, it is as long as a century.

When the referee whistled at the end of the half-time, all the students in the first class were lying on the ground.

Looking at the four big screens on the emergence of a 0-10 record, eyes are emerging a thick gray.