Chapter 187

"Brother, please spare me. I can't speak now. My belly is almost laughing..." Zhao Ji, who was just holding Liang Shicheng's support, got up from the ground and said in a pissy voice.

After Zhao Ji got up, he glanced at the romantic eye with a rope streaked out of chrysanthemum patterns along the iron ring. He couldn't help but consciously glance at the Chinese pastoral dog with its tail raised up, and once again held his belly and smiled so hard that he couldn't stop talking like a burning dog.

"...Don't you think such a goal is too small?" Wang Yang decided to ignore the too low-hilarious Zhao Ji first and instead looked at the romantic eye that looked like a chrysanthemum. Forget it, it would be better to call the goal.

"Little? It's okay, Ling can shoot at least ten times, and he can shoot two or three times." Boss Ling couldn't help but show off his impressive achievements in the past.

"Why not add some entertainment, such as expanding the goal and then defending it with one person, but a specific range will be drawn before the goal. All shoters are not allowed to shoot across the line, otherwise it is the attacking party's norm..."

Wang Yang hooked his feet and hooked a Cuju ball that was not far away from his feet. After slamming his feet, he then used a little force to see that this Cuju ball was much lighter than later generations. Instead, the Cuju ball, which weighed about the same weight as a volleyball, drew a beautiful arc and crossed the romantic eye from afar...

Wang Yang looked at the Cuju ball that had deviated from his target with a dog expression on his face. Sure enough, dreams were beautiful, reality was skinny, and his confident kick was so different.

However, everyone's eyes were still following the flying ball at this moment, and then it swayed down, and fell suddenly on the head of the Chinese pastoral dog with its tail raised and exposed its chrysanthemums.

The guy made him scream, and he clamped his tail and ran towards the distance. Suddenly, everyone present burst into laughter, and his eyes and expressions looked at Wang Yang were very convinced.

"...Brother, you are really amazing. Last time, you kicked it... Well, this time, it was so amazing to hit the dog's head so accurately." Zhao Ji was still smart. He subconsciously glanced at his friend Li Yu who was standing next to him. After Li Xu, he was very tactful and did not mention Li Xiaozi's head.

At this moment, I heard the indignant voice of Li Qingzhao. "Brother Wang, how can you do this? Last time I bullied me, you even bullied dogs this time. It's too much. Dog, don't run away, sister, show you..."

A cold wind blew, bringing up a few yellow fallen leaves. From this vote, I was so happy that the big guys looked at the slim figure running by, and then they looked at the hypocritical face of Old Driver Wang.

Wang Yang scratched his face that was thick enough to be covered with bricks on the corner of the city wall. "Do you think people like me will bully a weak woman with no power?"

"It's true that I can't. With Mr. Wushan's virtue, how could he do that? There must be some misunderstanding." Gao Qiu, who was blessed by Wang Yangtian, cleared his throat and defended Wang Yang, whose moral character was comparable to that of the Tianshan Snow Lotus.

Zhao Ji burst into laughter again. Wang Yang looked at the little prince with a dark face, and he really had the urge to kick his chrysanthemum with a big kick.

Fortunately, Boss Ling next to him quickly explained Wang Yang's last kick, but the Cuju ball flew twenty feet away, and it was told about what happened to Li Qingzhao who was passing by outside Lingyun Club.

Li Yu and Li Hui were relieved and smiled at Wang Yang apologetically, just as he was about to explain something, Wang Yang waved his hand. "It's okay, let's continue talking about the idea just now. What do you think?"

Zhao Ji couldn't help but lit up his eyes. "This is a way. To be honest, in the past, in the past, a competitive Cuju game often lasts for half an hour and cannot score a goal. If the goal is placed on the ground, there will be more footwork."

Zhao Ji was indeed a person who did it at will. He asked Boss Ling if there were any extra bamboo poles. After he brought it, he set up a goal of two vertical and one horizontal, about one person wide and one person high. Then everyone present took turns to try the kicks, showing off his coquettish footwork with pride.

Well, they are all very coquettish, but there are very few people who scored in the goal. On the contrary, Zhao Ji, the smug prince, seemed to be full of shooting talent. Wang Yang even saw the elegant shot, which won applause from the house.

Zhao Ji's white and tender face was smiling and full of energy. "It's really comfortable to play when the goal was changed to this. Brother Tai is indeed very insightful. I would like to ask Brother Wushan to come here to let you also see Brother Tai's footwork."

Amid the cheers of Cuju masters, Wang Daxing, who had already hit the rabbit head (?) and dog head, walked to about six or seven feet away from the goal with tactile heart, then placed the ball firmly on the ground and took a few steps back.

Imagine that I am the long-haired Pirlo, or Robert Baggio with a melancholy braid, or C Ronaldo, who is a cloth-sucking world. After hypnotizing for most of the day, he slowly took a step, then tilted his body at a strange angle, rubbed his inner instep...

Everyone stared at the flying high Cuju ball in amazement, and then when it reached the highest point, everyone mistakenly thought that the ball would cross the goal high, the ball suddenly began to fall strangely, and even floated left and right in the air during the acceleration and falling, barely rubbing the lower edge of the goal cross bar and falling into the goal.

Old driver Wang couldn't help but clenched his fists hard and roared, as if Manadona had completed the hand of God, and as if Beckham had saved England. It was so perfect. This was definitely a world-class free kick fallen leaf ball.

"Okay! Oh my God, Brother Wushan, how did you do it? How could you kick out such a strange arc? This is unscientific..." Zhao Ji was already talking nonsense, even taking Wang Daguanren's catchphrase to learn and use it now.

"It's impossible. The ball flies like that, how could it suddenly fall down..." Li Hui couldn't help but pick up a Cuju ball and went forward to test it. As a result, he wanted to learn from Wang Yang's elegant posture to play football. As a result, he could no longer control his body when he ran to Cuju ball. He fell a side-lying dog chewing shit. The big guy who was scattering laughed and said a bitch.

Tong Guan was not willing to be outdone and wanted to show his footwork. Unfortunately, all he could do was the kind of sling similar to Zhao Ji, who could not do the elegance and ghostly style of Wang Yang at all.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but try to mention one, but except for flying far away, the ball had no intention of suddenly falling in front of the goal. In the end, everyone's eyes fell again to Wang Yang, who was standing aside with a smile on his face, but became more and more unfathomable.

Even Li Qingzhao and the Chinese pastoral dog who were hit by the head were curiously turned their eyes to Wang Yang.
Chapter completed!