Chapter 6: Overkill

"Another super long-distance pass, is it a tactic?"

"Our midfield organization ability is completely destroyed. If we pass and receive the ball, we will easily be forced to lose the ball."

"The goalkeeper has passed the ball directly to the center forward for many times in a row."

The fat man was still explaining. From his perspective, the pass that cut through the court was too pleasing to the eye.

The front foot was still pressed, and the back foot saw a white line and launched a fatal counterattack.

Some girls couldn't see the ball clearly and shouted: Where is the ball?

The fat man pointed to the front court hurriedly and said: That, that, that...

Everyone looked and saw the center forward Han Dang shake off the defender, jump high and catch the flying football with his chest.

After catching the ball steadily, he turned around and rushed to the penalty area with the ball.

At this moment, with the guilt of wasting a good opportunity before and the encouragement of countless people on the field, he faced the goalkeeper and shot decisively.

"Bang!" The ball went in.

"Wow!"

The stands were boiling instantly. This direct pass and direct goal looked extremely enjoyable.

Even the girls couldn't help but scream. Han Dang ran all over the field excitedly after scoring the goal, and his face was as red as a roast duck.

"It's amazing!"

"It was scored directly."

This time the girls saw the process of scoring the goal clearly. To them, the person who actually scored the goal was the most amazing.

Only a few people looked at the goalkeeper who assisted at this time.

Those who understand football know that the real amazing thing is this pass. All the people in the sports school team can only watch the ball fall into Han Dang's arms. It's simply unsolvable.

At this moment, Mo Qiong also followed to celebrate for Han Dang.

He finally scored a goal...

And this is just the beginning.

The more fiercely the sports school team pressed, the less pressure Han Dang had.

At the same time, the more indiscriminate shots the sports school team made, the more opportunities Mo Qiong had to serve.

He was no longer polite to the opponent, and he fed the ball to Han Dang frantically from dozens of meters away.

Every time he confiscated a shot, the enemy coach would applaud, and every time he ignored the midfield and passed the ball through the back, the enemy coach's eyes would light up.

Finally, at the end, Mo Qiong made a total of 21 long passes in the entire second half.

Each time, he threatened the opponent's goal, but unfortunately, Han Dang only seized three opportunities and scored three goals.

On average, Mo Qiong had to pass the ball seven times to get one assist.

This efficiency was also very frustrating for Mo Qiong, but when he thought about it carefully, it was just right. After all, it was a friendly match, and it was not good to score too many goals.

"I scored a hat trick! Hahaha!" Han Dang ran from the front court to Mo Qiong. Now it was 4:0, and the game was no longer suspenseful.

Wang Xiong was also very happy. As the captain, he led the team to win the semi-professional team, and he also had an assist. It was not a casual win... This, he can brag about for ten years.

Everyone is not a fool. Knowing that Mo Qiong made the greatest contribution, they also came over to brag, feeling that Mo Qiong was really amazing today.

"Okay, Magic Ball! Do you know what it means to win this game? Fifty thousand... No, it's fifty thousand per ball. If you score four goals, Luo Qing, that fool, will give us two hundred thousand!" Wang Xiong roared wildly, finally saying why he wanted to win so much.

"Wait... what the hell? Why did Luo Qing give us money?" Mo Qiong and others were confused.

Two hundred thousand, these three words stunned them instantly.

Luo Qing was from the basketball club and had a bad relationship with Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong's family was already very rich, but Luo Qing was a hundred times richer than him.

It was no problem for him to come up with two hundred thousand, but why did he give it to their school team?

Unless...

"Did you gamble with Luo Qing on this game?" everyone questioned.

Wang Xiong laughed and said, "Who told him to always say that our school team is trash? He won the honor in basketball, but he always had to step on our football team, which made me very upset. And he made this bet himself. As long as we win by one goal, he will sponsor our team 50,000 club fees."

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "What if we lose?"

Wang Xiong said, "It's 50,000 even if we lose one goal. Don't worry, I'll pay it myself. I didn't tell you about this because I thought we would lose, but I didn't expect to win... Hahaha, four goals, that idiot must be green-faced. I don't want this money, you guys share it, hahaha..."

This kind of private bet, of course, cannot be known to the teacher, especially when the number is so large.

However, he didn't even tell them, these players, he could only say that if they lost, Wang Xiong did plan to pay for it himself, and never tell them about it.

Wang Xiong is a pit, but he is not a bitch at least. It is impossible for him to take money from the club fee if he loses.

No one will know anything if he loses, and if he wins, they will share the money. After thinking carefully, everyone forgave Wang Xiong for making a bet behind their backs.

"No wonder, you have been frantically encouraging us to win since three days ago. It turns out that you don't want to win the game, but you want to win Luo Qing!" Han Dang laughed.

If we win, everything will be fine. Everyone is in a good mood and says that Wang Xiong has screwed Luo Qing.

Mo Qiong even regretted secretly: Why didn't you say it earlier... I should have scored more balls!

If he had known that scoring a goal would cost 50,000, even if he didn't dare to score it himself, he could have assisted Han Dang to score. Because in the last ten minutes, Han Dang had already scored a hat trick, and the rest was garbage time, so Mo Qiong didn't feed Han Dang the ball.

If he continued to score during that time and scored two more goals, he would have won an extra 100,000! Wang Xiong didn't share the money, and there was no substitute in this game. Ten people shared it, so he could get an extra 10,000 yuan!

For Mo Qiong, 10,000 yuan is already a huge sum of money.

His father was just a farmer. He farmed some land, raised some chickens, ducks and geese, and also raised some loaches and frogs. His annual income was only four to five thousand yuan.

However, Mo Qiong quickly calmed down. Now that he has superpowers, there is no need to worry about 10,000 yuan.

Let him study his abilities carefully, and he will definitely find a way to get rich. If he is poor, he will not be poor. He will realize his family's expectations thousands of times.

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When they walked out of the stadium, they were greeted by cheers from the entire stadium, including many girls applauding them.

Wang Xiong said excitedly. "In order to give you a buff, I begged my aunt and grandma to invite these two hundred girls! There will be more than a dozen clubs having a social gathering tonight, and our club will take the lead."

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Wang Xiong said hurriedly: "Don't worry, I will pay for the extra money. We won. Let's play whatever we want tonight. You can boast!"

"Haha, my method is really amazing. Our midfielder and backcourt are very successful in resisting pressure. Mo Qiong kept zero opponents, found opportunities with long passes, and Han Dang scored. It's all the credit of those girls."

The ‘anti-pressure players’ were also happy and acquiesced to this statement.

"..." Mo Qiong was speechless.

Both the midfield and the backcourt were kicked out. Emotions are effective in resisting pressure... Okay, that's okay to think about it.

Wang Xiong continued: "My pass back was a stroke of genius. I got the first assist with a wave of assists. The magic ball is really spiritual, you know what I mean."

"..." Mo Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, "Can you not mention the return message?"

It's okay to brag outside, but what the hell is it to brag in front of him?

It was impossible for Mo Qiong to ruin the atmosphere, so he could only acquiesce.

Everyone was harmonious and chatting crazily about the details of the competition. You would brag a bit and I would brag a bit. I had never felt so happy.

Anyway, if you win, you are awesome, if you win, you are justified, and if you win, you can brag about it.

Soon, everyone was doing whatever they were supposed to do, and they decided to go to the beach party that night and broke up.

"You are in really good shape today." Han Dang returned to the dormitory with Mo Qiong. Of course he knew how much Mo Qiong did in this game. Four goals, one shot and three passes were all due to him.

"Yeah, I'm really buffed by the girl, haha." Mo Qiong said with a smile.

"Come on, everyone knows that you like the girl in the library, and you always read her name in your dreams." Han Dang said with a smile.

Mo Qiong's face turned red, and then he said angrily: "Everyone knows about God, why don't you just say it everywhere?"

"Please, brother, university...don't you dare to confess your feelings?" Han Dang said.

Mo Qiong was embarrassed. At this moment, someone called him from behind.

"Classmate Mo Qiong!"

When they turned around, they saw the coach of the sports school team chasing after them.

The coach of the sports school team smiled and said: "Mo Qiong, my name is Li Ming, the head coach of the football team of Dengzhou Sports School, can we talk?"

"Hello, Coach Li, if you need anything, you can tell me here. I'll have something to do later." Mo Qiong's heart moved, and he probably expected what Li Ming was going to say.

Mo Qiong secretly thought: Is it true that you are still high-profile? It doesn't look like he sees a flaw, but he thinks I can go to a sports school?

For a moment, Mo Qiong was ready to refuse.

However, Li Ming said: "Your talent is very outstanding. You are born to be a goalkeeper. Whether it is reaction or physical fitness, you are top-notch. Your talent for precise long passes to create scoring opportunities is even more amazing! I have been teaching for so many years. , I have never seen such a talented child, you may not even know how much potential is hidden in you!”

Under such praise, Mo Qiong's expression was calm. He didn't really think that he was very talented. He suddenly had superpowers. How could this 'talent' not be strong?

"Sorry, I just want to study hard. I don't want to give up my major, let alone change schools." Mo Qiong declined politely.

Unexpectedly, Li Ming said: "Transfer to another school? No, no, no, even our sports school will just bury you. You are already twenty years old and must undergo the most professional training to live up to your talent. My vision That’s right, I have worked in the coaching staff of a first-division team. With your current level, you can already play in the first-division league. Once you get used to it, you will soon be the main goalkeeper.”

Mo Qiong and Han Dang were both stunned. They didn't expect that he, an amateur, could directly become the main force of Class A?

Before Li Ming finished speaking, he continued: "I have only watched one of your games, so this is just a conservative estimate. If possible, I would prefer you to go to the Chinese Super League for trial training. Let's see how much you can improve under professional training." . As expected, you can even become the best goalkeeper in the Chinese Super League.”

Han Dang listened on the sidelines and couldn't help but said in shock: "What if we don't be conservative?"

Li Ming suddenly felt a little sad: "In fact, the training conditions abroad are better. If you can train abroad, maybe your stage will be all over the world... But even in China, your future income will not be low. I believe I, I can take you to trial training, as long as you use your talents, there will be no problem!"

World-class, this is the so-called unconservative expectation.

Han Dang was speechless and said: "You are so... so unconservative..."

As he said that, he looked at Mo Qiong. He was really happy for Mo Qiong. The income of professional players is very good, especially in the First Division and Super League.

Mo Qiong's expression changed slightly. It turned out that he was not transferring to another school, but that he was going to be sent directly to the real competition field.

"Do you dare to make such a big judgment in just one game? You really have a good sense..." Mo Qiong thought to himself.

He is not narcissistic, because he knows that Li Ming's judgment is not wrong. If he goes to play professionally, it will be a piece of cake to become famous.

Shoot wherever you want, this ability is god for football.

Apart from other things, just an unstoppable free kick, even if he can't dribble, just as a goalkeeper, is enough to become the nuclear weapon of any team!

Even in the real professional arena, he may not even touch many shots, but he can practice and hone his skills.

Step by step, step by step, if he finally enters the national team, he can even lead the national football team to the World Cup...

It is not a dream for the national football team to win the championship.

However, he dare not...

"My ability is passive, and the professional stage of football has received too much attention. If one day I am not careful, I subconsciously think of an unknown point, such as my hometown, the moon, or the sun..."

After knowing that he has superpowers, Mo Qiong already knows how the arrow was lost at noon, and the huge sound of breaking through the air and the trajectory of the airflow are not some meteorite falling.

The arrow of the sun... naturally went to find the sun... This means that his ability is just a waste of talent on the football field, and it is extremely unsuitable for a profession with strong attention.

In the previous game, he didn't want to shoot, but because he was distracted, he subconsciously thought about the opponent's goal, and ended up stopping the ball and scoring.

What if this happens again in the future, and he doesn't think about the goal?

Maybe, in the spotlight on the field, he kicked the ball to Taishan's hometown...

Yes, he really became a world-class player, the kind that shocked the world...

Even if he pays attention all the time and subjectively sets reasonable goals every time he launches an object, the bigger the game, the tighter the various cameras are.

Can his stunt of touching the ball equals saving the ball really still be used? It's okay in amateur games, but there are long guns and short guns behind professional games. Once the camera is slowed down, you will see his unreasonable behavior of confiscating the shot.

Therefore, even if this ability is used to play football, even if the income really makes him very tempted, he can't do it.

Mo Qiong calmly refused and said, "Sorry, Coach Li, how can I be a door god when I study mechanical design and manufacturing in the Department of Electromechanical Engineering?"

"You should find someone else. My classmate just performed a hat trick and was very impressive. How about you consider him?"

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