Chapter 2 Mo Qiong

"Tsk tsk... Where's my arrow?"

On the Yanda coast of China, a young man has been searching for an hour along the beach.

He held a short bow in his hand, but he couldn't find an arrow.

At noon, he was bored and found a deserted place, hung a target and practiced archery.

As a result, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt that the sun was too hot, and suddenly shot an arrow at the sun like a middle school student.

Can an arrow shoot down the sun? Do you really think you are Hou Yi?

As a result, he really suffered retribution. In a blink of an eye, the arrow was gone.

He looked directly at the sun for a short time. Even if the light of the star's photosphere was weakened layer by layer, it was not something that the naked eye could look at for too long.

So when he shot the arrow, he closed his eyes.

As a result, he heard a loud bang, which almost deafened him.

When he came to his senses with a dizzy head and looked at the sky, there was only a cloud mark running through the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen.

The cloud marks faded quickly. The young man looked around and wondered if he had shot an arrow that shocked the world.

But he shook his head and smiled, guessing that the arrow was blown into the sea by the wind.

"Forget it."

The young man felt very strange, but he couldn't find it, so he couldn't do anything.

After a circle, the young man gave up.

He packed up his archery stuff and returned to the dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard his roommate Han Dang say: "Moqiu, why are you so late? Are you shooting the sun? There is a competition in the afternoon."

The young man's face was embarrassed, because he always went to practice archery, and his classmates laughed at him for practicing shooting the sun.

"I know, alas, I lost an arrow and couldn't find it for an hour."

"It's just an arrow, go to the gathering!" The roommate said and ran away.

"Han Dang, wait a minute, I'll put the bow away." The young man said hurriedly.

His name is Moqiong, not Moqiu, but his classmates like to call him that, so he just let them.

Speaking of it, as a child from the mountains, he could have been called Qiang, Wei, or Sheng.

But with his surname, all the commonly used names are not right.

At first, he had a former name, Mo Chao, but now it sounds like "Don't surpass".

People should be ambitious. If they don't surpass, will they be the last?

This name only accompanied him when he was three years old, and he changed his name to Mo Qiong. Although Mo Qiong thought that his former name was better when he grew up, it was not easy to change it after he went to school.

The family thought simply, since our surname is Mo, we should be called whatever we are afraid of.

They don't understand what kind of future the child should have, they only know one hard truth: Don't be poor!

There is no simpler expectation than this, and this is the name that people will take out when they are afraid of being poor.

Mo Qiong is also very motivated, and his grades are always among the best. After two years of being admitted to Yanzhou University, although he has never received a scholarship, he has subsidies and does odd jobs by himself, which reduces the burden on the family a lot.

At this moment, Han Dang pulled Mo Qiong and said, "Why bother putting the bow? Just throw it on the bed."

Mo Qiong was being pulled by him, and he didn't have time to hang the bow, so he just threw it towards the shelf at the head of the bed.

"Shua...shua..."

The bow and quiver in his hand drew an arc, spanning a distance of three meters, and were hung up accurately.

If there is only one thing, try it a few more times, practice makes perfect, maybe anyone can do it.

But Mo Qiong threw the bow and quiver at the same time with one hand, making them hang on both sides of the shelf respectively. This set of throwing looks very pleasing and chic.

Mo Qiong was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the feel to be so good.

"Awesome, that's it, let's go!" Han Dang was first surprised at Mo Qiong's throwing ability, and then pulled Mo Qiong out of the dormitory.

There was a football match in the afternoon, the home game against the football team of Dengzhou Sports School.

Although it was just a friendly match, the opponent was a super group strong team in the East China region of the college football league.

The president said that if they win, there will be a big dinner in the evening, and there will be countless beauties to accompany them.

Although everyone knows that the second half of the sentence is nonsense, everyone still attaches great importance to this game.

On the way, Han Dang said: "Pass the ball to me more during the game later."

"You should tell the midfielder." Mo Qiong smiled.

He has loved archery since he was a child. After all, he is a child from the mountains. He shot birds with a slingshot at the age of six, made bows and arrows at the age of ten, and could shoot pheasants in the neck at the age of eighteen.

His physical fitness is beyond doubt. He is 1.89 meters tall and has long arms and legs. Now he can shoot nine out of ten bullseyes within a hundred steps.

It is for this reason that Mo Qiong joined the football club at school...

Yes, he who is proficient in bows and arrows... joined the football club. There is no way, there is no archery club in the school, and he has to choose at least one club to join. He was dragged into the football club by his roommate.

And he is indeed quite suitable. He has a broad vision, quick reaction, and long arms and legs. In just one year, he became the starting goalkeeper in the football club.

Han Dang is fast and can dribble, so he is the main striker.

The two are far apart, so Mo Qiong laughed at Han Dang asking him for the ball.

"Come on, do you expect us to get past the midfield? Maybe I will be the only one in the front court... It's better to expect you to find my position directly with your big foot than to expect to pass the ball. Try your luck." Han Dang looked like he could see through the future.

Mo Qiong laughed and said, "I also predict that Wang Xiong will pass the ball back to me like crazy."

"This idiot, he is so bad but he insists on starting." Han Dang pouted.

"Have you ever seen a captain not starting?" Mo Qiong shrugged.

When they arrived at the locker room, there were still fifteen minutes before the game.

Mo Qiong quickly changed his jersey and shoes, and sat on the bench to listen to the coach's instructions.

The coach saw him nodding and said, "Xiao Mo, your task today is very heavy. The opponent's No. 12 Zhang Xin averaged 1.8 goals per game in the league, and he is the dominant foot. If you can shut him out, we will have a chance."

Mo Qiong nodded, indicating that he remembered.

Then the coach nags a few more times, which sounds like that, but that's all.

After talking about it, the final strategy is very simple: defend and look for opportunities.

That's right, it's not even a defensive counterattack. The coach said: look for opportunities...

After all, they are not professional coaches, and they are not professional players. It's good enough to find someone in the football club to help them analyze their opponents.

Before going on the field, the captain encouraged again: "As I said, if we win, we will have a big meal and social activities."

"There are hundreds of schoolmates in the stands watching us. It doesn't matter how many goals we score. What matters is that we play with momentum!"

"The ball is round. What if we win?"

"We can't lose our momentum. Do you understand?"

Everyone said in a loud voice: "Oh!"

Mo Qiong also looked very morale-oriented, but he couldn't help but be speechless.

What do you mean by how many goals we score doesn't matter?

This morale is worse than not being motivated. To be able to say such a thing, it seems that he instinctively feels that he will be slaughtered.

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After going on the field, everyone habitually turned to the stands, but when they saw it, they were all stunned.

There was actually a large group of female classmates in the stands, at least two hundred of them.

"My God, Wang Xiong is still quite good." Han Dang said in amazement.

Mo Qiong was also stunned. Although there are many people watching football, there are very few girls.

Usually, it was good to have a few people, but this time, more than 200 people came at once, which was simply terrifying. The meaning of this game was suddenly different.

Captain Wang Xiong said, "How is it? I didn't lie to you. This is just a friendly match. The opponent will definitely not use all their strength. Let's cooperate in the opening and give them a hard time."

Everyone nodded, and their spirits were suddenly different.

Under the gaze of the spectators, Mo Qiong could see that everyone was confident, and it didn't look like they were playing against a strong team.

With the momentum, Wang Xiong even said, "Play well, we will be fierce, and we will be evenly matched with the sports school!"

"..." Mo Qiong ran to the front of the goal with a smile on his face. He really didn't want to listen to Wang Xiong's encouragement. He only dared to say 50-50, so he should stop.

The game started, and the stands rang with stronger cheers than before.

Mo Qiong clapped his hands and began to observe the game.

Just as Wang Xiong said, let's have a hard time at the beginning.

The midfielders pressed forward and tried their best to create opportunities.

As a left back, Wang Xiong even crossed the half court.

Mo Qiong was shocked and thought to himself that it was going to be bad.

Sure enough, in just four minutes, the ball changed hands and the opponent suddenly counterattacked.

However, after three passes, the ball was brought to the left side of the penalty area.

Wang Xiong's speed of returning to defense was too slow, and the left side was almost empty. The opponent who rushed into the penalty area with the ball was No. 12 Zhang Xin.

Mo Qiong stared at Zhang Xin's feet and blocked the angle as much as possible with his body.

"Bang!"

Facing the shot, Mo Qiong calmly found the trajectory, but the ball was too fast and he only had time to punch it out.

Thinking in his heart, if he tried to hold the ball, he might not be able to hold it firmly, causing the ball to fall into the small penalty area, or even at Zhang Xin's feet, and he would have no way to make up for the shot.

"Corner kicks are acceptable, at least we can reorganize the formation..." Mo Qiong just thought, but suddenly looked at the ball in the air in astonishment.

I saw that the ball did not fly out of the bottom line, but rubbed an arc and bounced to Zhang Xin's feet again.

"What?"

Mo Qiong had no time to think about it and hurriedly continued to block the angle.

The landing point of the ball was beyond his expectation, and also beyond Zhang Xin's expectation.

Zhang Xin thought the ball would be hit out of the baseline, and secretly thought it was a pity. Who knew that it would bounce back to his feet. After a slight pause, he decisively made a close-range supplementary shot.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong reacted quickly. He had been shooting birds since he was a child, and he had an excellent grasp of the trajectory of dynamic objects.

He aimed at the football, supported his hands on the grass, and kicked his feet according to his feeling.

He actually touched the ball.

"It just touched a little, the ball is going to go in..." Just as Mo Qiong was thinking so, he didn't expect that the football was bounced by his kick and fell from behind to the grass in front of his face!

"Huh?"

Mo Qiong decisively stretched out his hand, took the football into his arms, and lay on the ground with the ball in his arms without moving.

Zhang Xin was ready to celebrate, but he was confused when he saw this operation of lying on the ground with his back to the scorpion and swinging his tail.

"What a pity." Zhang Xin was annoyed, and at the same time stared at Mo Qiong in surprise, and slowly exited the penalty area.

He secretly thought that he was unlucky. He was able to use his heel with his back to the goal, like a scorpion swinging its tail, to volley the ball in front of him. The force and angle had to be just right. For professional players to do this, they could only rely on luck. Most of the time, they didn't know where the ball would bounce.

The opponent was upset, and that was the cheers of his teammates.

These two consecutive saves were too amazing. Only four minutes into the game, the scene suddenly became lively.

The howling of alumni suddenly rang in his ears.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Awesome!"

"Our number one is a show."

"I think his name is something like Ball. I've seen his previous games. He reacts very quickly. But today's wave was really too amazing. It should be an extraordinary performance."

Being at home, they had nearly 500 people watching the game. Usually there weren't so many people, but today there were more girls watching the game, which really created a strong home atmosphere.

However, most of the girls were frightened by the sudden burst of cheers.

"Did it go in? No, what are the boys cheering for?"

"I don't know, I didn't watch the game."

Most of the girls didn't understand why the boys were so excited all of a sudden, wasn't it just the start?

They came here because Wang Xiong persuaded them to join the more than a dozen club social gatherings in the evening and make time. Their own clubs didn't have any activities, and the football club happened to have an important game, so Wang Xiong invited them to show their support.

They weren't interested in football themselves, they just sat and chatted, treating it as a gathering before the social gathering.

A fat man heard the girl's confusion and immediately came up to explain: "There was a professional-level save just now. The number one's heel rose up, intercepted the shot, and at the same time, he was able to let the ball fall in front of him..."

He described the situation with great emotion, but the girl's reaction was: Oh...

The fat man was a little discouraged, but there were still girls who liked to watch boys play football at the scene. They asked: "Why use heels?"

"Because it was a double save..."

The fat man saw someone talking to him, and he immediately became excited. It was natural for him to become a commentator and explain the situation on the field tirelessly.

Not to mention, his presence finally made most girls put down their phones and start paying attention to the game.

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