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When everyone saw Wang Le continuously using oxtails and fried croquettes, these two fancy and practical football techniques that seemed like juggling, they were completely confused.

You should know that today's game is not a Brazilian professional football league, it's just an ordinary amateur game. Who can do such beautiful and difficult technical moves? But Wang Le's appearance rewritten all this.

He was like an evil dragon suddenly breaking into the sheep flock on the grassland, ravaging them to the fullest.

In Chinese terms, how can a group of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

But the ravage was far from over. After Wang Le drifted past two defensive players, he dribbled the ball into the penalty area in just a few steps. At this time, five or six players behind him were catching up quickly, but compared with Young Master Wang's speed, he was as slow as a snail and it hurts to make people feel tooth pain.

At this time, the tall Brazilian goalkeeper saw that Wang Le had passed his defensive player, and he was the only one left to face the fierce guy. He had no choice but to abandon the goal and attack.

Then Wang Le's speed did not decrease and rushed towards the goalkeeper face to face. When there was only one meter left, Wang Le made a left-footed shooting move to force the opponent to tilt his body and open his hands to block the shooting route.

Unexpectedly, Wang Le's shot was fake and the ball was real. He directly transferred the ball to the right, and then quickly drove the ball from the left of the goalkeeper who was about to fall to the ground.

At this time, there was no one in front of Wang Le. He pushed the ball into the empty goal easily.

Suddenly, the onlookers around them cheered in unison, cheering for Wang Le, who was riding alone for thousands of miles, and the whistles continued.

At this time, Zhong Nianhuang, who was inside the crowd on the sidelines, took a deep breath and then exhaled. The unexpected look in his eyes started to drive the ball through Wang Le until he shot the football into the goal.

"Is this guy an excellent professional football player in another level of his identity in China?"

Like Luang, Zhong Nianhuang, as an excellent intelligence officer, had already seen that Wang Le did not show his true appearance. When he saw Wang Le's superb football skills, he couldn't help but associate it in his heart.

However, this idea flashed and turned out to be denied in Zhong Nianhuang's mind, because there was no such high-level football player in China at all!

"Zhong, your friend can play in our domestic A professional league." The temporary coach standing next to Zhong Nianhuang said with certainty.

"Uh!" Zhong Nianhuang rolled his eyes and said to himself: "Let a killer who has been walking in the dark for many years run to the stadium under the eyes of the crowd to play football, and the madman will do this!"

Just as the two were chatting, a new round of offense and defense had already begun on the court. Wang Le was once again in a state of running without the ball, not slow or fast, but no one dared to underestimate him like before.

On the court, only those with strength will be respected. Soon, Wang Le no longer fought alone like before, and his teammates began to go together, and he was convinced and willing to pass the football under his feet to him, so that this guy could break through the opponent's defense line.

Wang Le did not disappoint his teammates, and was still full of impact. In the following time, he completely disrupted the opponent's entire half-court defense during the rushing left and right.

Speed! Speed ​​again!

Passing through the crotch! Passing through the crotch continuously!

Fried croquettes, oxtails, pendulum styles, Marseille whirlpools...

One by one, everyone was dazzled by the technical movements that Brazilians love, and were constantly tricked by Wang Le.

What followed was a goal.

The scorpion swung its tail and scored twice.

Inverted gold hook, hat trick.

The fish leaped to the top, and the four of them were happy.

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The cheers and whistles on the sidelines were rushing every time Wang Le touched the ball and then shot, making the stadium completely a free performance stage for Young Master Wang to perform.

The people around the stadium were getting more and more crowded in the end, rushing to witness Wang Le’s wonderful people like textbooks and his final shooting. In the end, all the opponent’s players completely collapsed and ended one after another like changing a horse lantern... and escaped.

This situation continued until Young Master Wang had a full time of enjoyment and was so cruel that he felt bored that he put away his playful thoughts and waved to ask for a replacement.

As the audience applauded thunderously and the whole stadium was echoing with warm cheers, Wang Le walked off the stadium and came to Zhong Nianhuang while wiping sweat.

"Brother Jia, you can join the national team to participate in the World Cup." Zhong Nianhuang shouted loudly to Wang Le.

Young Master Wang laughed and took the mineral water from Zhong Niansha and twisted the bottle cap. After drinking Gudong Gudong, he responded loudly and joked: "Enter the national team? I don't want these legs to be ruined by my jealous teammates."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temporary coach standing next to him squeezed to the two of them and began to speak Portuguese that Wang Le couldn't understand.

"The coach asked me if you are interested in staying in Brazil to play in professional teams, and he can be your football agent." Zhong Nianhuang translated to Wang Le with a strange smile.

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose with some laughter and cry, and then replied: "You told him that I am not a professional player. Today I just came to the country of football and started playing on a whim."

Zhong Nian shook a smile, looked at Wang Le meaningfully, and said half-jokingly: "Brother Jia, I have been in Brazil for so many years and have some understanding of football. With your skills, it would be a pity not to be a football player, and it would be a big loss to the Chinese football world!"

Wang Le also looked at Zhong Nianhuang meaningfully and replied with a smile: "Brother Zhong must have not returned to China for many years. Recently, there was a saying in my hometown that I didn't want to be a chef, and I am not a good driver, but I am a man without ambition, so I am the best person to do the most familiar old job!"

"What does it mean if you don't want to be a chef's tailor is not a good driver?" Zhong Nianhuang couldn't help but look confused and blurted out and asked.

Wang Le laughed, showed a playful look, and replied, "Look for the Dumai."

After saying that, Wang Le did not pay attention to Zhong Nianhuang because he had no time to talk nonsense to the Brazilian coach who was talking to the same as the chicken.

Then, Young Master Wang squeezed away the people who had already saluted him and strode out of the park.

"Du Madam? What does this mean?"
Chapter completed!