Chapter 13： I am the **** of football

"Ding! The host is provoked, trigger option, please host the following choices:

Option 1: Accept the challenge of the opponent and defeat the opponent, reward: cooking ability and momentum

Option 2: Refuse to accept the challenge from the other party and apologize. "

"Lying trough!" Ye Xuan could not help but exclaimed.

The reward of the first option is quite good. Ye Xuan fantasizes that if the reward of the second option is good, he can consider it, but he didn't expect him to run the whole game.

With so many people on the scene, if Ye Xuan does this, he will be completely famous at Suzuran High School.

Zhao Long thought Ye Xuan was scolding him, and his face immediately became somber.

"Ye Xuan, are you tired and crooked, do you dare to scold me."

Ye Xuan reacted and saw Zhao Long's angry expression, and said softly: "Do I have a surname named, okay, I don't talk so much nonsense with you, don't I just single out, I accept."

Upon seeing Ye Xuan accepting the heads-up, Zhao Long immediately showed a wicked smile on his face, and said, "Ye Xuan, in order to prevent you from dare to touch the ball behind you, so I will let you come first."

"No, no, Zhao Long or you come first, after all, an excellent person like me, it's a matter of minutes to beat you." Ye Xuan ironically went back.

"Okay, I don't want to hide it, in fact, I am the **** of football."

"hiss--"

Everyone took a breath of air after hearing it and laughed when they reacted.

"Oh hey, I'm so ridiculous that Ye Xuan actually said he was the **** of football."

"Isn't it? Ye Xuanzao can't go to heaven!"

Zhao Long laughed disdainfully, and then walked forward with his foot. He had to say that Zhao Long’s basic skills were quite good. I saw him turned around and turned the ball off to a penalty of 11 meters from the goal. on-line.

"Wow, Longge's ball-shaking technique is really amazing." Sun Li immediately cheered.

"That's natural, don't you know that Dragon Brother is very good at playing football. It is said that someone from the city team has contacted Dragon Brother. Long Brother will enter the city team in the future." Li Wei said.

"Cut, the city team counts a ball. Long Brother will enter the national team and lead the national team to win the World Cup."

"I also think so."

Many people were bragging, and almost did not say that Zhao Long led the national team out of the universe.

With a smug look, Zhao Long fixed the ball. I saw that he took two steps backwards, and then a run-up was kicked on the football. The football went through a trajectory and started directly.

Zhao Long saw that his first goal was getting started, and he started to look towards Ye Xuandan, whose expression was full of provocation.

Immediately after Zhao Long started his second goal, this second goal also entered.

It didn't take a few seconds for Zhao Long to start his third goal, but the ball flew out directly at the goal post, and the final result was two goals in three goals.

Those who supported Zhao Long applauded and cheered.

"Everyone, you guys have seen it, and I said that Dragon Brother is awesome, and this game has won steadily."

"That's for granted. Long Brother Football said second, and no one dared to say first."

"Hey, it's Ye Xuan's turn next. I want to see how he ends."

Zhao Long walked towards Ye Xuan with a blank face and said, "Ye Xuan, it's your turn next, but I think I can put you on Yiyi's face, but only if you admit defeat."

"Acknowledge defeat?" Ye Xuan murmured, then said: "Zhao Long, I didn't admit these two words in my dictionary, you just scored two goals, won't I win if I scored three goals?"

"Haha..." Zhao Long laughed violently, this penalty was not so easy.

Don't look at the goal as big, but the penalty is very particular, the strength, angle, etc. must be controlled well, otherwise the goal cannot be scored.

"Okay, since you are so big, then I want to see how you win me."

Ye Xuan turned to pick up the football and put it on the penalty line.

"The distance of eleven meters is not very far, as long as you pay attention to it, there must be no problem. Come on." Ye Xuan cheered himself up.

"Axuan, come on!" Liu Yiyi shouted loudly.

"Ding! Automatically trigger the intermediate projection ability..."

"Ding! Adjusting the strength required for the current distance... Adjusting the angle required for the current distance..."

"Ding! After the adjustment, the host can start performing."

Ye Xuan heard the sound of the system and called a joy in his heart. Now that he has the blessing of the system, he is full of confidence.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like changing a person, and his confident smile appeared in front of everyone.

Ye Xuan Zhao backed a distance of one meter, and soon he ran up, kicking his right foot directly on the football.

The football flew straight forward like a cannonball, and after a certain distance in the air, it started directly.

The originally noisy scene became quiet at this moment, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, all of them were dumbfounded.

"No, Ye Xuan actually scored, lying trough!"

"Lying slot! Ye Xuan scored!"

Zhao Long saw this scene, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff. He originally believed that Ye Xuan could not get the ball, but he didn't expect the other party to come directly to a start.

Whether it was luck or not, in short Ye Xuan scored the first goal.

"Axuan, you are so great, come on!" Liu Yiyi cheered happily.

Led by Liu Yiyi, some girls cheered for Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan ignored everyone, only to see him pick up the football, and then walked towards the midfield line under the watch of everyone.

"Lying slot, what does Ye Xuan mean? Is he going to play at the midfield line?"

Someone shouted, and everyone responded.

"Crazy, Ye Xuan is really crazy, he actually wants to take a penalty at the midfield line, which is about fifty meters away from the goal!"

"I depend, who gave him the courage? He really regarded himself as the **** of football. Penalty at the midfield line is a joke."

Ye Xuan put the football on the midfield line.

"Ding! Adjusting the strength required for the current distance... Adjusting the angle required for the current distance..."

Zhao Long looked at Ye Xuan at the midfield line, he sneered, and said: "This Ye Xuan is really enough to pretend, midfield line penalties, how is this possible?"

"My Zhao Long has played football for so many years, and his strength is obvious to all. Even I dare not do it. Why should he?"

"Brother Long, don't worry, Ye Xuan is nothing but a sensation, he lost." Sun Li said flatly.

"That's of course, if Brother Long is here, how could he be Ye Xuan?" Li Wei said quickly.

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