The Magic Trading System

"I've never seen anyone who dares to be so submissive before."    

"This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful ballgame without even moving. Even the best players in the world football field can't do that, right?"    

"Too treacherous! "This person is clearly a football expert, yet he wants to pretend to be a ball blind person. Is he trying to make everyone happy?"    

"I reckon that the reason he played that trick in the beginning was to numb his opponent!"    

"F * cking hell!" I don't think Jing Tongxin is his match at all! "It can be seen from the ballgame performance just now that Jing Tongxin is not on the same level as him!"    

The crowd burst into discussion.    

On the other side, Jing Tongxin looked at this scene with a pale face.    

If he had been looking down on Zheng Hao just now, he was now very worried.    

"Pui!" I never thought that this guy would be playing the part of pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger! " Wu Kun spat and his eyes also showed helplessness and depression.    

"How is it, Lil 'Xin, do you think you can beat him?" Chen Xiaoloong also asked Jing Tongxin nervously.    

"Sigh!" He is very strong, to be able to play football to this extent, his ability to control the ball and feel the ball is first-rate. Jing Tongxin shook his head and said.    

"Lil 'Xin, you can choose not to admit defeat. Just say that he did not imitate your actions. Thus, this round, you can be considered to have come to a draw." Wu Kun scratched his head and said shyly.    

"If I really say that, I will be scolded to death by these onlookers!" "It's better if you're single. A loss is a loss. You just have to try to take it back in the next two rounds." Jing Tongxin shook his head, disagreeing with Wu Kun's suggestion.    

What kind of joke was this?    

With so many people watching, it was clear who was better and who was worse. If he forced himself not to admit defeat, he would only end up being mocked.    

Jing Tongxin would never play such a shameless game.    

He walked towards Zheng Hao.    

The surrounding people no longer discussed and waited quietly for Jing Tongxin to announce the final judgement.    

It had to be known that there was no referee for this round of PK. Jing Tongxin was a contestant and was also responsible for the referee's result.    

Everyone wanted to see what Jing Tongxin would say.    

Jing Tongxin nodded at Zheng Hao and reluctantly smiled, "I have to say, you have a lot more difficulty rolling a ball than me, and your control is also very strong. You won the first game!"    

Once Jing Tongxin said this, the crowd burst into cheers.    

"Alright!"    

"Great!" "This is what a true man is like. A win is a win, and a loss is a loss!"    

Zheng Hao smiled and nodded at Jing Tongxin. Seeing that this fellow had admitted defeat, he also developed a good impression of him. He said, "You've let me win."    

"So, how about we start the second game?" Jing Tongxin said.    

"Of course you can!" Zheng Hao nodded.    

"Rock scissors, to decide who will be the first to kick the ball. How about it?" Jing Tongxin said again.    

"Good!" This is very fair. " Zheng Hao agreed.    

The two of them only had stone scissors.    

Zheng Hao won.    

Jing Tongxin walked towards the goal.    

One of his little brothers ran over and handed him a pair of goalkeeper's gloves.    

Jing Tongxin put on his gloves and moved back and forth in the goal to find out what was happening. He nodded at Zheng Hao and said, "You can start shooting now."    

Zheng Hao smiled and put the ball on the penalty spot.    

He took two steps back and looked to the left.    

He made no secret of the direction and landing point of his free throw.    

At this moment, Jing Tongxin, who was standing at the entrance of the ball, was extremely nervous. He was jumping as he cheered himself on.    

Zheng Hao made a gesture to indicate that he was going to start kicking.    

Jing Tongxin stood in the middle of the goal, his muscles tensed as he was ready to throw himself at Zheng Hao's free throw.    

Zheng Hao smiled and took a step forward. His foot kicked towards the bottom right side of the ball.    

"Whoosh!"    

The ball arced and headed straight for the blind spot in the upper left corner.    

Jing Tongxin also decided on the right direction. He leaped high into the air and tried to stretch his right hand, wanting to use his fingertips to catch the ball flying towards that blind spot.    

Even a mere touch could change the direction of the ball and send it flying out the door.    

It was just that Zheng Hao's ball was extremely fast and was at an extremely high angle. He was so accurate that he almost brushed the beam of the goal and flew into the goal.    

"Pfft!"    

The ball went in.    

"Plop!"    

Jing Tongxin fell heavily onto the ground.    

He hit the grass hard.    

His stature was too low and his arms were short. Even though he had correctly judged the direction, he was still more than a meter away from the ball.    

"Hua!"    

The crowd burst into applause.    

"The angle of this shot is too tricky."    

"That's right!" The gatekeeper was right. It was not easy to reach the gatekeeper. Furthermore, Jing Tongxin is so low and his arm is so short, it would be weird if he could hit the ball! "    

"Haha!" I'm dying of laughter. Jing Tongxin really can't be a goalkeeper! You can't get to the ball at all. It's too small. "    

"Can't anyone see it? This ball was a standard crescent shaped shot! The heck! It's too accurate. "    

Those around him who understood the situation were all excitedly discussing.    

Jing Tongxin got up from the ground and patted off the dirt and grass on his body. He silently walked to the net, took out the ball and threw it to Zheng Hao.    

"Thank you!"    

Zheng Hao grinned and thanked him.    

"You're a very good footballer. If you can keep playing this well, it won't be easy for me to close your goal." Jing Tongxin said with a wooden expression.    

"Haha!" It was just a coincidence, just a coincidence! "By the way, I'll tell you again. I'm going to hang that dead corner on the right side of the ball. You're ready." Zheng Hao said with a smile.    

"Humph!"    

Jing Tongxin grunted.    

His face was somewhat livid.    

To tell him the position of the shot, was this a humiliation?    

He was currently in a very bad mood and was extremely depressed.    

He even regretted competing with Zheng Hao alone. He had originally wanted to save some face for himself, but now, it seemed that not only would he not be able to get back some face, he would also want to make a fool of himself.    

Zheng Hao once again put the ball into the penalty spot.    

His gaze was fixed on the upper right corner of the goal, where the corner was located.    

"Ready! I need my body! " Zheng Hao smiled and nodded at Jing Tongxin.    

Hearing Zheng Hao's words, the surrounding students burst into uncontrollable laughter. Some of them let out a strange shout of ridicule:    

"F * ck!" Isn't this body a bit too fast? We should at least do more piston movements, right? "    

"He's about to reach his full height. Jing Tongxin, are you ready to face his impotence?"    

"Hey!" I said, you have to be accurate! "Don't miss."