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Barca Shooting, the king of the forbidden area.

Stop the ball, shoot, or between one and two changes, and shoot again, the content seems to be concise, but the actual content of a myriad of changes, countless.

That's right, Rome!

Xiao Zheng cackled, "Boss, you always say that we are geniuses, and you are also a genius. We are truly on guard against you.

"Even an amateur like me couldn't stop him. Yuan Jingang, he can't stop fifty more pushups." I jogged back to the hemisphere.

Yuan Jingang's face was pale, "Screw off ~ Since when did I, Old Yuan, kick a ball? Battle Soul, let's work together to defend him and call him stinky beauty."

Xiao Zhanhun nodded his head: "That's right, we are professional participants, and we can even let our boss score goals. We have already lost face for our main force and won't let him enter."

"Up ~ up ~ ~"

He didn't know why, but he had been playing very well recently.

The two of them stopped me, I struck Zheng Jun horizontally, Zheng Jun's left hook was pierced diagonally, Ling Tianya shot the ball back to the top, the ball never stopped, my footwork was precise and fast, the pole shot violently into the hole again!

"Crouch ~ Crouch ~ Crouch ~ Ha ha-ha ~" Many of the smaller players quickly surrounded them, looking at the two men shamelessly doing a crouch in front of everyone.

After finishing their push-ups, the two middle school defender complained to Yue Chendong, Field, trying to strengthen their defense.

However, no matter what, I only have this 50% Barca Shooting Technique. The more I practice, the more I become familiar with it, the stronger the muscles in my leg and the more goals I get!

While I practiced Barca Shooting Technique, Gao Lei also pointed out the shortcomings of the 20 players. Everyone was improving rapidly.

The most amazing time, our team's forward, Bai Wushuang, suffered a small injury. I played for him with the second and third teams of the Brazil, but he actually got into a hat-trick.

In the time we have been in the Brazil, our team has grown too fast. Everyone has increased by a large amount, and the rate of growth is outrageously fast!

Including me, a half-wild ball player, who gets along with them every day. Even people who pass by would shua shua.

It looks like this trip to the Brazil was the right choice.

Until the summer transfer in May and June, I suddenly told the team that recently disappeared for a period of time.

Everyone began to speculate. The big boss was holding back his attack. It was going to come at any moment now …

I brought a few sports uniforms, two pairs of sneakers, and a soccer ball to André Prison in Brazil.

Prison!

Under the guidance of the staff, I entered the derelict zone of the prison.

"You can walk around inside every day, except for the one hour at noon when the prisoners are out. Don't be with the prisoners."

My ion translator understood. "Okay, after all, we have enough time to interact with him. I will listen to your arrangements."

The staff brought me to a cell with no lock. It was similar to an inn, so I ate three meals a day.

At noon, the prisoners let off the wind, which happened to be half an hour after I finished eating. It was suitable for exercise.

I walked out of the prison with the football in my arms and practiced Barca on the small lawn in front of the towering western wall.

Every strike was precise and powerful. As they rotated in the air, they shot out in a shooting posture, unassailable.

Twenty minutes later, a voice came to my ears, and the ion translator immediately translated.

"You've only mastered 20% of Barca Shooting Technique and less than 50% of its contents."

I stopped the ball and turned around. I saw a person, the strongest marksman in Barca today, Ernandesen!

This brown-haired man was about 1.90 meters tall, his huge body was as strong as a mountain, the depths of his eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel, but between his brows, he seemed very aggressive, and his gait was heavy and forceful.

I've never been able to figure out whether the Arena marksman Ernandesen and the film's Ulysses Ika are real brothers or not. They're so alike.

At this moment, he noticed the ion translator on my body, and my breathing quickened.

"You're the one who came to save me, why did you appear so late?"

I smiled and said, "You still need to fill the prison and enter after the fifty matches. Is there any point in saving you?"

This fellow wasn't out of the ordinary.

Ernandesen took a step forward and said loudly, "Bring your boss here, I want to negotiate with him."

"I am." I pointed to myself.

Ernandesen was surprised for a moment before asking: "You are so young, and are the boss of the team. Which team?"

I handed him my card.

Ernandesen's face turned black after reading it, he flung his business card, his eyes turned brutal, his tone became as low as a volcanic eruption: "Chinese, and also a Level 2 League team's boss, if you don't want your thigh to fracture, you better stay away from me!"

"Boring." I picked up my card and went back to the wall to practice Barca.

You're amazing, but I'm not going to care about you.

As the saying goes, being in a hurry isn't a business deal. If you don't hold it in, how can I take advantage of you?

Seemingly confused by my actions, he turned around and picked up his own tattered soccer ball and began to practice as well.

Ernandesen the Great is on the other side, I am here, the two of us will practice together.

At this moment, my eyes stare at me openly. That wild beast is really a huge beast. The strength and accuracy of its shooting skills is simply enough to kill!

I think I'll die from a single kick from him!

Just like that, I started to live together with the notorious Ernandesen of the soccer field.

Every morning at first light, he gets up and I get up, he trains me no matter what, he practices shooting and I practice shooting.

If you can't avoid me, then you have to let me secretly learn your skills.

Hit me if you're angry, come on ~

Heh heh ~

On the sixth day of our acquaintance, he finally managed to say a second word to me.

"Hey, little guy, your leg strength is too small. You need to increase your strength training and physical training to maintain the accuracy of the shot. Your breath is also wrong!"

He gestured for me to sit down on the double bed, dropping a bucket of water with my feet, doing a lot of strength training, as well as a crash training for my waist and abdomen, and some slight adjustments to my breathing.

Under his guidance, I could clearly feel my improvement speed.

Actually, I am just a semi-contestant. Of course, my improvement is fast, and I have to train a lot. This is not what I want, but to be able to have a conversation between men.

Go on.

To thank him, I gave him my bread.

This guy doesn't seem to understand humility. He took away the bread and took away my soccer ball.

Before I practiced again the next day, not only did I bring out a new football, I also brought out a new pair of 45-yard and a half football boots and placed them on the steps.

"Baseball shoes!" Ernandesen stepped forward and snatched it away.

However, I stopped him horizontally and shook my head at him.

"Move away ~" Ernandesen pushed out with his big hand, and I immediately felt an incomparably huge pushing force.

However, I did not retreat. I seized the opportunity and grabbed onto his arm, and with a spin of my body, a black dragon pillar smashed Ernandesen, who was over 1.90 meters tall, to the ground!

Lock on!

"AHH ~ ~" Ernandesen let out a muffled cry before he suffocated.

'Little brat, you actually dare to look down on me? Haha ~ You're an idiot right? '

"Teach me that sneakers are yours, OK?" I asked arrogantly.

After struggling for a long time, Ernandesen knew that he had failed in this round. "Send the Q, I understand now."

After I let go of him, I kept my guard up. There was an urge in that guy's eyes to kill me.

My move was very dangerous and he caught me off guard. If he were to kick me right now, the steel plate would have been smashed into pieces!

It was possible that this man's anger was too great. After two minutes of recovering his anger, he finally opened his mouth to speak in a condescending manner.

"How old are you this year?"

"24 years old, oh ~ according to the athletes, 23 years old." I looked bland.

"Hmph ~" Ernandesen shook his head in disdain, "With your level, you'll have to at least train yourself diligently for another five years before you can reach your peak strength of one to three years. You don't have much value in training, not even a dollar is worth it."

I smiled with a hint of pride. "Maybe you misunderstood. I'm not an athlete, but the boss of the team, the coach of a part-time team."

"What?" Ernandesen shook his head: "You guys in China are too unorthodox. Do you think buying a good player is so that he can train on the field himself? You guys are too amateur, you guys always treat playing football as easy as watching a play, what did you say just now, you're the main coach?"

I took a deep breath and laughed, "I love football very much, I admire honor, and I want the cheers of the people. That desire is enough to burn the sun in the sky, I just used 3.5 billion euros to set up the Southern City's universe team, yes, universe team, I want to set up a control team, this is my dream."

"No!" Ernandesen asked in a serious tone: "I'm asking you, you are the main coach, did you give all of your Barca shooting techniques to your own players?"

I shook my head. "I was taught 50% Barca shootings by a returning player, because I'm not a registered player, so it's not against the rules. I know the rules, if I'm a player, then I have to pay the fees to Barca, and I'm a coach and the boss of the team, so it's not against the rules. And I swear that I won't spread Barca shootings, even if it's my own future child."

Ernandesen took a deep breath and thought of something. "Your players taught you how to shoot Barca, so why did he only learn half of it?"

I smiled and said, "God knows, maybe he didn't even pay the other half of his tuition."

Ernandesen shook his head: "They were learning a complete Barca Shooting Technique, and it's only seventy percent of Barca Shooting Technique. Even for me, I've only mastered 90% of it.

I laughed and said, "Can you teach me all of Barca? I'm not a player. I just like football."

Ernandesen's eyes slanted. "If you want to learn Barca Shooting Technique, then your body and power will be useless. I think I should teach you now."

"I'll stick to your mom. This guy with a big body and a small heart wants to avenge his personal matters!"

The zipper for that day and the strength training almost made me thin out.

In these six or seven days, the only night I didn't think of that pretty girl and fell into a deep sleep.

Being an athlete was too tiring and too tiring.

"Hey ~ ~ ~ Little guy, wake up ~ ~ ~ ~"

Sigh, I'll stick to your sister ~