Chapter 3 Designated Landing Point

"Awesome, Moqiu, Scorpion Tail, you're showing off." The right back came late and could only shout 666.

Wang Xiong on the left also ran over and said excitedly: "Well done, Moqiu, you're in good shape today, you must keep it up, I knew the beauty buff would make you show off."

Moqiong was speechless.

Zhang Xin, who was not far away, smiled and said: "Show off? It's just luck, the game has just started."

Then he said to Moqiong: "You, defended well, but your defender... Hehe, I will score in ten minutes."

Moqiong stared at the ball blankly and ignored him. Zhang Xin was bored and looked at the stands in embarrassment.

Those beautiful girls not only boosted the morale of the home team, but also boosted the morale of their visiting team.

Zhang Xin thought to himself: Are there so many girls watching the game in Yanda? But this team's organizational ability is too poor. I have many opportunities in this game, maybe I can score a hat trick.

When everyone was waiting for the goal kick, Moqiong was full of doubts.

"Something is wrong. The first save may be a mistake, but the second save should definitely go in. Why is the ball landing so strange?"

Others thought he was scorpion tail swinging, just right to rub the ball in front of him and hold it.

But only he knew that this shouldn't be right.

Only he could feel how much he rubbed and how hard he rubbed. This scorpion tail swing was almost a failure. As for Zhang Xin's kick, the ball would change its trajectory, but it would definitely go into the goal.

But the fact is that the ball landed lightly from behind in front of him with a casual touch.

"The trajectory seems reasonable, but... I kicked randomly."

Mo Qiong couldn't figure it out, but the game had to continue.

"Kick off! Timeout!" Wang Xiong shouted.

Mo Qiong came to his senses, hurriedly threw the ball on the ground, and looked around the field.

His field vision was extremely broad, and he found everyone's position at once.

Handang, who was very far away from him, ran repeatedly, trying to get rid of the defensive players around him.

"This guy..." Mo Qiong knew that Han Dang was waiting for his long pass.

They had agreed before that he would kick the ball to him if he had a chance. When Han Dang saw the goal kick, he frantically tried to find a chance.

"Here you go!"

"Bang!"

Mo Qiong made a long pass, and the landing point was not far in front of Han Qian, behind the opponent's defensive player, at the edge of the penalty area.

Of course, he had a beautiful idea, but his footwork was average.

It was not easy for him to kick the ball at such a long distance, let alone where he pointed to hit it?

In most cases, the landing point will definitely be deviated, and even the force may be small.

But as long as it is not too far off, so that Han Dang can catch the ball, there is still a chance. In the past, such a long kick depended on luck.

"Huh?"

I saw the football draw a delicate arc in the air. Looking at this arc, Mo Qiong knew: Damn, this landing point is perfect!

I don't know if this kick was too good, the football was actually about to land precisely at the point where Mo Qiong wanted to pass.

"Good opportunity!"

Han Dang secretly thought that it was time for him to show off. The ball was passed so well. The point where the defender had no time to turn around was just right, but he could rush straight over to stop the ball.

Getting the ball at this position also gave him a perfect shooting angle.

However, Han Dang jumped up and caught the ball with his chest, unloading the force, and then raised his foot to try to bounce the ball to a more suitable point in the air, and then break into the penalty area.

However, there was a deviation in the second step. The ball did not bounce off his chest, but fell straight to the ground along his chest and abdomen, hitting the grass and bouncing again.

This rhythm was wrong. Han Dang's foot did not touch the ball when he was bouncing the ball, but directly touched the air.

When Han Dang ran two steps by inertia and looked back, the football had been kicked out of the sideline by the defender who caught up with him.

"Hiss! Such a good opportunity! What a pity..."

Han Dang held his head, wishing he could hammer himself to death.

It was a major mistake to stop the ball in the air. If there had been no such mistake, he might have scored at this moment, or at least it would have been a great shooting opportunity.

If it were normal, he would not be so upset, but he knew that Mo Qiong's pass was too good.

It was so good that he felt much more guilty than when he missed an opportunity. He felt sorry for Mo Qiong's pass.

If he had not made a mistake and scored such a great pass, then this assist and goal across the whole court with Mo Qiong would be enough for him to brag about until graduation.

"Good shot, brother." Han Dang secretly felt sorry, clapped his hands twice, and raised his thumbs to Mo Qiong, praising Mo Qiong for the ball from a distance.

Several defensive players from the sports school also looked at the goalkeeper of Yanda. The ball just now was really dangerous, but this striker... stopped the ball like this, it was too bad.

Mo Qiong had a wide field of vision and saw Han Dang's stop just now.

Although he could not see it clearly, he knew that with Han Dang's skills, he could stop the ball. Even if the stop was flawed, it would not be so outrageous that he missed the ball.

Just now, Han Dang caught the ball with his chest and then used his feet to cushion it. As a result, the ball fell directly to the grass under Han Dang's crotch, resulting in a failure to stop the ball.

That landing point seemed to be the point where the ball would fall even if no one was watching.

"This point is also the point where I want to pass the ball..."

Suddenly, Mo Qiong seemed to realize something.

Combining the various strange landing points before, Mo Qiong thought to himself: "The landing point I have determined cannot be changed? Or, I have to shoot where I want to shoot?"

Such an absurd idea came to his mind.

Mo Qiong couldn't help but think so, because after putting this idea into his mind, he immediately recalled that it was the same when he saved the ball before.

He should have hit the ball out of the baseline in his first save, but he was thinking about the scene of the ball falling at Zhang Xin's feet.

Because he was afraid of this kind of thing, and the more he was afraid of something, the more he thought about it, and it really happened. The ball inexplicably rubbed an arc and fell at Zhang Xin's feet.

The second save was the same. When his heel rubbed the ball, he was lying on the ground, thinking that the ball would be on the grass in front of him, so he could hold it directly.

As a result, as he wished, the ball was really touched and fell directly in front of him.

In addition to the exquisite long pass just now, it really had the style of passing wherever he wanted, so accurate... Even if Han Dang stopped the ball at the landing point and affected the trajectory of the ball, he couldn't stop the ball from falling to the point where Mo Qiong wanted to pass.

"I can shoot wherever I want? The god of football is possessed? No way?" Mo Qiong couldn't believe it and tried his best to try again.

There is no better way to test ideas than practice, so it's okay if I didn't know it before.

Now that I have an idea, if I can still do it after a few more tries, it will be very telling.

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The opportunity came soon. Just five minutes later, the opponent's midfielder pressed over.

Whether it was organizational ability or personal skills, their team was completely defeated.

The opponent's players could easily find opportunities, or even create opportunities.

A straight pass rushed to Wang Xiong's back, and his reaction was more than a beat slower than Zhang Xin.

When Wang Xiong turned around, Zhang Xin had already received the ball and was heading towards Mo Qiong. Wang Xiong could only follow behind him.

Zhang Xin rushed into the penalty area, with great momentum, staring with his eyes, and trying to intimidate the goalkeeper with a ferocious expression, trying to panic the goalkeeper.

But when Mo Qiong was in elementary school, he dared to chase wild dogs with firewood and catch snakes in the field with his bare hands and throw them to death.

Zhang Xin's ferocious expression was just a cute one, and Mo Qiong had no fluctuations in his heart.

"Bang!" Seeing that Mo Qiong was holding the angle steadily, Zhang Xin had to volley hard.

It was a powerful ball. Even if Mo Qiong caught it, it would probably be slightly off angle and might still go in.

It should be said that he is worthy of being a semi-professional player. In the past, when he encountered such a good ball, Mo Qiong would try his best to change the trajectory.

As for whether it went in or flew out of the goal frame, it depended on luck.

But this time, Mo Qiong didn't care whether it went in or not, he just wanted to touch the ball.

"Swish!"

Mo Qiong rushed out, stretched his arms as hard as he could, and flicked the flying ball with his fingertips.

The ball seemed to be hit by a palm, and it fell directly on the grass, and then bounced up.

Mo Qiong knelt on one knee and held it firmly in his arms.

The whole process looked pleasing to the eye and made it look easy.

It seemed that he was not guarding the goal, but slapping the flying balloon to the ground.

"Fuck..." Zhang Xin felt that he shot well, but the goalkeeper played better, and it didn't look like an amateur at all.

In Zhang Xin's eyes, this shot was slapped on the ground by Mo Qiong, and the technical difficulty was extremely high.

All the goalkeepers he had met, facing this ball, the best result was to hit it away.

But Mo Qiong actually took it down... This is a very unstable choice for the goalkeeper, and it requires high reaction speed, arm strength, and various aspects of the state.

It is very cool if it succeeds, but if it fails, it is a sinner.

"Tsk, the technique is good, but the choice of save is wrong. Such a reckless goalkeeper will definitely collapse once I open the situation." Zhang Xin felt that he had figured out Mo Qiong.

It feels that Mo Qiong is a goalkeeper with good talent but amateur training, and he is in good shape now.

But against such a goalkeeper, Zhang Xin is experienced and knows that he will have many opportunities, because this kind of goalkeeper is prone to mistakes.

Listening to the home court howling in his ears, Zhang Xin smiled confidently and left the penalty area.

"This number is very stable, and he actually took the ball down."

"It's OK, the previous super long-distance long pass was also very good, but it's a pity that the center forward is a bit bad."

The students in the stands did not think that the save of this ball was very dangerous because of the different observation angles.

I just thought the goalkeeper was very stable. In less than ten minutes after the start of the game, he saved three shots from the sports school.

Little did he know that at this moment, Mo Qiong was already shaking with excitement.

"Is it really like this... Is this a superpower?"

Others thought he had slapped the ball down, but only he knew that he had only flicked the ball with his fingertips.

At this level, it was impossible to let the ball fall down to the grass and then hold it steadily.

It couldn't be luck, it couldn't be a coincidence, it couldn't be an extraordinary performance.

He looked carefully, and the moment he flicked the ball, the direction of the ball's flight was changed.

And what he thought in his mind was that the ball fell on the grass in front of the goal line, so the changed direction was really falling towards the ground!

But according to mechanics, this should be flying diagonally to the dead corner of the goal or bouncing off the crossbar.

Mo Qiong held the ball and threw it on the ground, ready to kick off.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes swept again to Han Dang, the only striker in the front field, and the goal farther away...

On the football field, what would happen if you could specify the landing point of the football like "killing mechanics"?

He can shoot the ball directly from his own penalty area into the opponent's goal corner!

"No, calm down, you can't act like that."

"Leave the chance to score to the striker, I'm just a goalkeeper..."

"Bang!"

Mo Qiong made a powerful long pass, the football was lifted high and rushed straight to the front field.

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