"I'm bad at football? Haha! Joke! Do you know who I am? You are blind and can't see the word Hwaseong!"

   "If I'm rotten, the whole country will have few interests!"

   Yang Dazhi laughed angrily.

"That's right! Are we blind? We are from Hwaseong, professional players who play U20. Dazhi is our captain. His level is comparable to those of the stars. If you can go to the national Olympic team, do you say it? sharp!"

   The man next to him shouted, only to think that this little white face is really ridiculous, and he dares to laugh at their Hwaseong people playing bad football.

   "What's wrong with Hwaseong! Is it amazing! In the whole football world, are there still people who can play football!"

   Ye Mo said disdainfully.

   "That's it! That's it!"

   Beside, Huang Yiyi attached to Hedao, with a look of contempt, "It's all rotten!"

   Although she doesn't watch football and doesn't know much about it, she has heard of the virtues of football in China. Anyone who kicks it loses, it's a shame!

   There are also these two guys, they say they are professional players, they blow themselves up a lot, but their behavior is sloppy, they don’t train well, they come to college, and they harass female students. Can such people play the ball well!

   "You...you..."

   The man's face turned red all of a sudden, and he wanted to argue, but Leng couldn't say a word.

   "Hey! You can, come on! Can you kick! If you can't kick, keep your mouth shut!"

   Yang Dazhi shouted coldly.

   "I really know a little bit!" Ye Mo grinned and smiled.

"yes?"

  Yang Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

   Hearing what this guy means, he has also played football! However, it should be the kind of college competition in the university, it can't be higher, that is the level of playing at home, kicking and playing, this guy won't really think that he can compare with professional players!

   This man is a joke!

   "Come and make a gesture? Let me see how capable you are!"

   He raised his face, defiantly.

   It was just right, the ball missed just now, and the fire in his heart was nowhere to be spread. With gestures, he was able to let out a good breath and clean up this little white face!

"Okay!"

   Ye Mo nodded happily.

   Seeing him so happy, Yang Dazhi was startled again, with a look of astonishment.

   This guy is not an ordinary self-confidence!

  Look at me not taking care of you!

   He sneered to himself, a wicked look flashing across his face.

"Ha ha!"

The man behind    was also startled for a moment, and then, he laughed out loud, this guy really dared to agree! It's really overpowering!

   What level is their captain?

   In the same age group, they are considered the strongest in the country. The future big star, this amateur guy, is not qualified to carry shoes for the captain. The level is 108,000 miles away!

   "Cousin, you..."

  Huang Yiyi reached out and pulled Ye Mo's sleeve, her brows wrinkled, a little worried.

  Isn’t my cousin fooled? When people were excited, why did he agree? He was also a professional. Cousin was not. Maybe he played in college before, but how long has it been?

   It's really embarrassing to compare with others, isn't it?

"fine!"

   Ye Mo smiled and comforted.

"OK then!"

  Huang Yiyi pursed her lips and did not persuade any more.

  Cousin is not a professional, so he won't lose face if he loses.

   "How to gesture?"

   Ye Mo smiled.

   "Will the goalkeeper meet? You come to guard, I will play, ten goals, when the kick is over, I will guard, you will play to see who scores more." Yang Dazhi pondered for a while and sneered.

  Let this guy guard the goal, he will have a chance to repair this thing well, and then greet this handsome face with a ball, how happy it will be!

   Thinking of this guy's bruised face, he was very proud.

   The ball missed just now, but it was just an accident. After a while, this guy slammed into the middle of the goal. With such a big target, can he still miss it?

"Okay!"

   Ye Mo nodded.

   This idiot!

   Yang Dazhi secretly smiled, waved again, turned around and walked towards the goal.

   "What? That guy should be compared with the captain?"

   "He... where did he get the confidence!"

  Others gathered around, and when they heard this, they burst out in an uproar, completely unable to believe it.

   Comparing an amateur with their professional is a joke in itself, not to mention, he is a master like the captain!

   Then, they all looked at each other, pointed and sneered a few times, their expressions were extremely disdainful, and they took it as a joke.

   "You guys wait here!"

  Ye Mo turned around, said to Huang Yiyi and the two, and then walked towards the goal.

   "Yiyi, your cousin, is he good at playing football?"

   Looking at his back, Jiang Shiyun clenched her hands tightly, a little nervous and worried.

   "I... don't know! It's alright! Cousin is not a professional football player, so there's no shame in that guy." Huang Yiyi comforted.

"Um!"

  Jiang Shiyun responded in a low voice, looking at her beautiful eyes, they definitely landed on the back.

   Came to the goal, Ye Mo stood still, unbuttoned his shirt on his wrist, swiped it up, and shook his hand slightly, moving a little.

   "Hey! Are you ready?"

  Yang Dazhi had already set the ball, and stood there with his hands on his hips, triumphantly.

   Ye Mo reached out and made a move at him.

   "It's quite a drag!"

   Yang Dazhi sneered immediately.

   Behind, a group of teammates also burst into laughter.

   That little white face seems to have a good tone and is quite cool, but it's just a little bit now, and I'll be abused by the captain later, don't cry father and mother, it's good to kneel down and beg for mercy.

   Yang Dazhi took a deep breath and took a few steps back, his eyes narrowed, staring at the handsome face in front of the goal.

   took a few steps to run, and with a bang, the ball under his feet spurted out, whistling, and went straight to the middle of the goal.

   There was a sneer on his face. The foot strength of a professional player is not something that an amateur guy can bear, not to mention that this guy is not wearing gloves. Even if he can react and catch the ball, his hand will be injured.

  If you can't catch it, it means your face is hurt.

   No matter what, this guy will get hurt and be in a state of embarrassment.

   Benedict!

   a soft sound.

   His expression also froze, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze, his eyes slowly widened and stared, full of disbelief.

   He seemed to be suspicious, and his eyes were blurred, he blinked forcefully, and then stared again.

   However, his expression was still the same dullness.

   In his sight, the ball froze and was firmly caught by a pair of hands, but the guy didn't move at all, even his expression didn't change.

   It's like this ball is easy to catch.

   But, how is this possible?

   He had already used 80-90% of his strength for the ball just now. If he didn't wear gloves, even a professional goalkeeper would have a hard time taking it. He would lose his hand and be injured.

   In the back, the group of team members who were sneering and waiting to see the joke were also stunned, unable to believe their eyes.