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"Aiya, damn!" I fired again and again without any warning, causing him to fly into a rage. "Why are you pulling your pants? Did someone pull your pants before and you used these dirty tricks on me? Are you trying to vent your anger on me?"

Ernandesen disdainfully said, "You have just seen a few insidious moves, such as scratching your pants, biting people with your teeth, shoveling them into death for trash, digging your eyes out for your ears, pulling your hair, pinching a little bit of the small meat on your waist, scratching people, hitting your knees, sitting on your hamstrings, cursing your ancestors, stepping on your toes, spitting and farting. Have you met all of these?"

"What the f * ck ~"

His second from last place result had been brought forward!

At night, when I was measuring five kilometers, I gave it a hard push. There were six more people behind me!

"Hahahaha ~ ~ ~" After running a few steps in unison, I put my hands on my waist and laughed, "Come, come, come, you six, oh ~ Jian Yang f * * k off to the side. Among the five of you, Zhao Ziqi, Wang Ke, Nan Lidao, Huangfu Han, Wang Zhaoyang, the fans can see that even I, an amateur, can't outrun you.

"Yes, yes, yes, boss!" The five brothers smiled wryly. Did you take drugs today?

Maybe it's because I didn't rush out last night after reaching the peak of the evil fire. I led that pure girl to walk towards a woman, but she was tired and uncomfortable.

On the way back to eat, I curiously asked: "Hey, who's the number one running this time, Zhang Chong or Ernandesen?"

Gao Lei's expression changed, "Ehh ~ It's Yang Buer."

"Who?" Was there something wrong with my ears? "The one that's shorter than me?"

Gao Lei looked at the school report, "That's right, five kilometers is 14 minutes and 55 seconds. Furthermore, he trained for a day and ran all day."

"Hey, let me do it!" I wiped the sweat off my forehead and said, "Is that guy an animal? Where are you? Come here."

Yang Buer, this brat looks like a fan. He was stunned, looked like a ball, and didn't meet the standards of the universe team at all.

Oh right, he felt that this guy was even more than Xu San. Right now, this was the only way to describe him.

This kid's body was exceedingly sturdy, as strong as a lump of iron.

"You little brat, center?" I looked miserable, which was hard to understand.

Yang Buer immediately nodded his head: "Center forward."

"Oh ~" I smacked my lips and said, "You're so good at running, and during the day I saw that you also have a good feeling about your ball. It feels like you're glued to your feet, and you can even pass people." I smacked my lips and said, "Did you ever think of changing your position, front, back, or maybe you could kick it out?"

Yang Buer was quiet for a moment, he did not say a word, it was like a bottle gourd.

Feng Yi became anxious: "Brat, the leader is talking to you."

Yang Buer looked around at the people who had strange looks in their eyes, then looked at me.

"Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-ha ~ ~ ~" All of the players and coaches were crazily laughing!

What did he say? My shooting skills were incorrect, you have to know, my shooting skills are Barca Shooting Arts, personally taught by the current number one forward, Ernandesen. Kid, who are you, you have the qualifications to judge?

It was truly laughable, truly laughable, extremely laughable!

It seemed like his brain was a little dumb as well. No wonder Zhuo Ying thought of him as trash.

I shook my head and headed for the building.

"You did wrong." Suddenly, Yang Buer stubbornly said from behind.

Feng Yi was completely anxious: "You little brat, what are you saying, shut up, eat ~"

"Wait ~" I turned around and said, "All of you go eat. Yang Buer, come with me. I want to see what you have to say."

So they went to dinner and we came to the training ground.

In front of the ball, I pointed at the soccer ball. "Come on, center forward expert. Teach me how to practice properly."

Yang Buer then replied, "That's right, shooting is very accurate, but your method of defense is wrong. Ernandesen taught you how to bully the weak, and what you should learn is how to hold still, it is said in textbooks that this is a kind of silent technique."

"Sigh ~ ~ Hehe ~" I happily said, "You brat, your lecture is quite professional, keep going."

Yang Buer said: "My captain had told me before, a calm person has many ingenious thoughts, a calm person who cannot wait, in front of a calm person, is most likely to fail, because a restless mood already occupies his heart."

I thought about it for a moment and then said, "There is a theory, but what about practice?"

Yang Buer stepped on the ball and activated his Spirit Qi: "First, calm yourself down, understand your opponent, have all kinds of thoughts about how to get rid of your opponent, brand yourself in your mind, face him in silence, and gain the upper hand with quiet restraint, then your opponent will lose the first when they act, in that moment when they are stronger than others, their opponent will make a move, and we, who are short, should be able to counterattack their opponent using the method of Tai Chi, this method I feel that you know how to, and you are much stronger than me, but you have been taught wrong by that big guy, hitting your target at the same time, it's your mistake."

Tai Chi Rotation?

Could it be that what Ernandesen had said was the reason why the Roman warrior in his heart turned around to block his attack with his shield?

Eh ~ It really does seem to make sense.

However, there seems to be some contradiction between the true nature of Barca's shooting.

Above the peak, the theory of how these two types of human balls combined together surpassed the theory of shooting and seemed to be within the range of all sorts of changes.

That's right!

Shooting, was an attack, a confrontation, was a defense. The two seemed to be attacking and defending, while the ice and fire were incompatible. However, the true pinnacle was the combination of attack and defense!

If Ernandesen truly understood the meaning of this, then his Barca Shooting Technique could be upgraded to the tenth stage!

I pulled the kid's neck, and his face instantly turned dark and scary. "Who else knows about this theory?"

Yang Buer was dumbfounded: "I don't know, my team leader had only taught me Silent Arts, as for the short guy's method of confrontation, I thought of it myself."

"Who else have you told besides me?" I asked.

Yang Buer shook his head and said: "I wanted to say something to them, but no one listened to me. You are the first one."

"Hmm ~" I looked around and said, "Remember, this is a Chinese culture. Don't even talk about it to our players, and don't even talk about it to our outsiders. Do you understand?"

Yang Buer immediately retorted: "But this is experience, everyone is helping me, I have to help everyone too."

"You idiot, I'll call you over to help, I'll call you over!" I hit him a few times and said, "You silly brat, what do you know? How many players here are all bent on making money and giving our knowledge of China to Master Yang like selling cabbage? Let me tell you, this knowledge is only passed on to the most loyal Cosmic Warrior."

Yang Buer felt very wronged, "Loyal Cosmic Warrior, you've still sold me out."

"You stupid brat!" I snorted: "You know Ling Tianya, he went to the Bassarona to learn how to play football, we wanted to learn Barca Shooting Technique, one person alone is worth 4 million euros, and that Real Shooting Technique is also not cheap, they already charged us money, why did we give it away, why are we not able to sell it to players on our team, why can't we get some training, you brat, you are just a retard, you don't become a big player."

"4 million euros!" Yang Buer was completely dumbstruck.

I nodded. "Do you know, I am currently researching a special shooting technique that belongs to our country, if it is a Barca shooting technique or a Real shooting technique, after we learn it, the players will not be able to go on stage, it will cost 4 million euros, and FIFA will be very clear. However, if one day I am able to create a shooting technique of our own and practice the theory, we can carry it out in our country."

Yang Buer looked at me: "You want to be promoted in the Cosmic Club, and can only be passed on to the most loyal Cosmic Warrior right?"

"So what if I am?" I snorted and said, "What, you brat, you want to mess with me? Are you not going to listen to the boss's words?"

"Nope." Yang Buer was stunned: "We obey orders, follow orders."

"Hahaha ~" I happily said, "You're only 20 years old and have a bright future. After training for two years, I'll give you two years of experience so that you can be promoted to Team Two. Do you know that Team Two has an annual salary of 500 thousand, 1 million."

Yang Buer refused to accept it: "I'm not inferior to them, it's just that I'm not as handsome as them, not as tall as them."

I sneered, "What do you, a fool, know? My boss is here telling you that if you play well, you'll have the opportunity to fight this year."

"Really." Yang Buer's eyes widened as he asked: "Are you saying that I can also go up?"

I sinisterly smiled and said, "Do you want to enter your old boss's Zhuo Ying Southern City area a few times?"

"Yes!" Yang Buer's calabash suddenly exploded with a soaring masculinity, "I want to let them see, I have strength!"

"Good ~" I nodded. "I'll have you go up on stage and fight Zhuo Ying. In return, you'll teach me. As of now, you should train properly as a center forward."

"Yes, center. I will definitely score!" Yang Buer vowed, he was familiar with Zhuo Ying, and was confident!

After I understand what knowledge I have, I will firmly believe in him.

This was because that sort of knowledge was truly very valuable.

Maybe the Yang Buer at this time still did not realize that the knowledge was incomparable, every word was comparable to a gold gem.

"Oh yeah ~" Yang Buer suddenly said again: "Boss, have you seen Su You Bo's version of the Heaven Slaughtering Dragon's Note?"

"I've seen it before. The Nine Yang Divine Technique, Universal Teleportation, huh?" I laughed out loud. When I was young, I was a fan of Jin Yong's martial arts.

Yang Buer nodded his head and said, "There is a saying, if he is the most powerful one with the Nine Yang Divine Technique, and if he is the strongest, and if the wind blew across the mountains, he will be the domineering one. If Ming Yue Guang wants to shine on the river, he will be the victor, and if he is the victor, then I will speak of true qi. My own understanding is this: the strength of others has nothing to do with me, as long as I am the target, I will always surpass myself.

"Strength at the waist, uh ~ more specifically, what should I do?" I asked curiously.

Yang Buer explained: "Skin strength refers to the layer of thin film that has white hair and green skin outside the kidney of the human body, the thicker it is, the more green it is, the stronger it is for the human body, the stronger it is for the people with more waist, for us small participants to train our body strength, only with a strong waist, offense and defense can fuse together, and only with a mixture of Yin and Yang can we withstand the pressure of the huge human body, facing horizontal resistance in silence, stopping the opponent's waist, thus attacking and defending, thus obtaining the opportunity to shoot."

I nodded. "That makes sense. With a weak waist and weak playing football, the entire team doesn't even have the strength to play with women."

"Evil ~" Yang Buer collapsed. "Boss, I'm talking about the method of resistance."

"If you attack, I will defend against you." We began to practice.