C422 Play You to Death
C422 Play You to Death
"Wah!" This broken ball is clean and nimble. "
"Too cool, the timing for the broken ball is just right!"
The surrounding people sighed in admiration.
After Zheng Hao got the ball, he turned around with the ball under his feet. He arched his body and increased his speed to his fastest.
He sprinted toward the goal.
Behind him, Jing Tongxin chased with a look of regret.
When two people hit PK, the other side naturally faced the open door after the ball was broken.
Right now, Zheng Hao was facing the empty door.
As long as he wanted to shoot, he could throw the ball into the net now.
However, Zheng Hao didn't shoot.
He sprinted with the ball and headed straight for the goal, as if he was going to take the ball straight into the open.
And Jing Tongxin's speed was not the slightest bit slower than Zheng Hao? Even if Zheng Hao had the ball under his feet, Jing Tongxin was unable to catch up. Instead, he was pulled further and further away.
The surrounding boys all began to shout out loud:
"Damn!" It's time to get into position! "
"The ball can pass through the door, but you can't pass through the door! "The hole isn't that big …"
"Poor Jing Tongxin. His short legs are running so fast, but he still can't catch up."
"I can only say that Jing Tongxin has been completely crushed today. Poor little boy, his reputation was ruined in a single fight!"
In the midst of this weird shout, Zheng Hao brought the ball to the penalty spot. He suddenly pushed the ball gently.
The ball slowly rolled towards the goal.
Then, Zheng Hao stood to the side, turned around and shouted to Jing Tongxin: "Come on! Jing Tongxin! The ball is right in front of you. If you run faster, you can stop it from rolling into the net! "
Zheng Hao's shout caused the surrounding people to burst into laughter.
This was an obvious humiliation.
Jing Tongxin watched as the ball rolled slowly towards the goal.
Listening to Zheng Hao's teasing and the loud laughter of the surrounding students, he felt like he was going crazy.
But even so, Jing Tongxin still ran with all his might.
He wanted to stop the ball before it got in the door.
This was a subconscious action.
However, although this ball rolled too slowly, Jing Tongxin was still too slow. By the time he caught up to the penalty spot, the ball had already rolled over the line. It had scored!
Jing Tongxin sat down on the ground and panted heavily.
He felt physically and mentally exhausted.
F * ck, laozi used to say that I can't run away! Why was he so tired today?
Maybe, he thought, he was tired.
The PK with Zheng Hao had been going too far and it was simply too bad. It was like one attack after another.
Jing Tongxin was completely shocked.
Zheng Hao ran to the back of the goal and picked up the soccer ball. He carried it towards the center of the field.
"Get up! It's time to kick again. " When Zheng Hao walked past Jing Tongxin, he reminded him with a smile.
Jing Tongxin clenched his teeth and crawled up from the ground.
He said to himself: I will not give up on myself. I still have a chance! I want to get up! I must give that brat some face!
As he said that, he followed Zheng Hao to the midfield line.
Zheng Hao put the ball on the ground and looked at Jing Tongxin, who was slowly getting ready for defense, and said, "I'm going to try to shoot from afar with my football."
"Good!" Try it! " Jing Tongxin said as he stood unmoved on the spot.
If he wanted to shoot from the centre line, he would have to run faster and shoot with more force. Moreover, it was very difficult to shoot from afar.
Don't look at the football goal big enough, but the field is much bigger.
There was a distance of 60 meters between the midline and the goal in the standard court. Looking at the goal from such a distance, the goal was actually quite small as well.
Zheng Hao smiled. He lifted his foot and shot at the ball.
The ball flew past Jing Tongxin's head and headed towards the goal with a "sou" sound.
Jing Tongxin was shocked.
He did not expect Zheng Hao to not retreat and accelerate his pace.
This way, the shot will be a lot smaller.
However, the feeling Jing Tongxin got from this kick was still very strong. With a "wu" sound, it flew over his head.
Jing Tongxin turned his head to see the signs of the ball flying.
He saw the ball fly towards the goal.
His heart sank.
Damn, this isn't good! The ball flew towards the goal no matter how you looked at it.
Under Jing Tongxin's watch, the ball flew across half the court and directly into the goal.
A long shot, a steady hit!
The surrounding spectators cried out in alarm once again.
"What a long shot!" It's extremely powerful and heavy, and is so precise! "
"T-Jing Tongxin has been tricked again."
"Haha!" If this continues, I think Jing Tongxin will cry. "
In the midst of the discussion, Zheng Hao smiled and nodded at Jing Tongxin: "It's your turn to take the next ball and attack. So, go and pick up the ball."
Jing Tongxin glared fiercely at Zheng Hao. If looks could kill, then Zheng Hao would probably be pierced by Jing Tongxin.
Jing Tongxin turned around and ran towards the goal.
His legs felt heavy as lead.
Two balls.
The other side sent in two.
He thought that he would gain the upper hand in the 1v1 match, he didn't think that he would lose even more miserably.
He was extremely depressed now.
Jing Tongxin picked up the ball from the net and ran towards the center line while holding it with his hands.
He put the ball in the center line, while Zheng Hao lazily stood two meters away, looking at him. He smiled and said, "You can also try shooting from a distance, and there's no one guarding the goal. You just need to aim, shoot hard and maybe you'll score a goal, right?"
"You're right. Shouldn't you be shooting me from the embankment? " Jing Tongxin said coldly while stepping on the ball.
"No!" Haha! Your feet are stinky, even if you kick however you want, you won't be able to kick it in. " Zheng Hao laughed.
"Humph!"
Jing Tongxin let out a cold snort. He suddenly moved and took two steps back. Then he suddenly accelerated and kicked the ball towards the goal.
However, never in his dreams did he expect that Zheng Hao would have already soared into the sky just as his ball flew out.
His head hit the ball.
However, the ball was very powerful. Although he managed to get close to the ball, he was only able to change the direction of the ball and slow it down.
The ball shot out diagonally.
Zheng Hao kicked with his left leg, at the same time he managed to lift the ball onto his foot, he also managed to reduce the remaining force.
He carried the ball to a spot about one meter away from Jing Tongxin and casually kicked it.
The ball arced towards the goal.
"Jing Tongxin, let me give you a demonstration. Look, this is the most reasonable way to shoot from a distance. It can prevent you from being intercepted by your opponent." Zheng Hao said to Jing Tongxin with a smile.
At that moment, Jing Tongxin was so angry that he almost vomited blood.