Chapter 115 Coming Slowly

Liu Luran opened her eyes wide, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Before she could speak, she saw that Lin Yi had already stepped out of the window!

This is the fourth floor of the library!

On the fourth floor, fifteen meters from the height, if you fall, you will either die or be disabled!

Liu Luran was startled, her face was slightly pale, she walked quickly to the window, stuck her head out, and looked down, but she didn't see Lin Yi who fell to the ground as expected, but saw Lin Yi who was walking The back view of the young man walking towards the court with his hands in his pockets and a free and easy attitude.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Liu Luran cursed, thinking, that Lin Yi must have used some method to get down just now, it is impossible to jump directly.

Going straight down from this height, it is absolutely impossible to be so safe and sound.

"You also said you didn't want to get my attention, Lin Yi, you are too naive. You beat Niu Fan in Bailong Mountain, and now the Niu Family has already set their sights on you, but you are still like this." Liu Luran's clear eyes regained their composure .

She watched Lin Yi walk towards the court, as if she remembered the rumors in the school before.

There is an idiot in Class 7 who wants to kick Yi Sicheng from Class 3 by himself.

"That idiot is you, right? Now go to the stadium, ready to bring shame on yourself?" Liu Luran shook her head slightly, and simply stopped thinking about Lin Yi, but focused on the page in her hand.

This time the Olympic competition is very important to Liu Luran, although she does not need to use this to prove herself, and she has already obtained the admission qualification of Yenching University, but Liu Luran still wants to win this first place.

Because she is Liu Luran.

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On the court, Yi Sicheng dribbled the ball, broke in from his own half, passed five players in a row, and then volleyed from a small angle, and the football fell into the net again.

Six to zero.

Looking at the score at the referee's table, Zhao Dong was a little dazed, and the faces of the players in Class 7 were all ugly.

Chen Meng at the resting place had a pretty face pale.

In the previous practice match, although it was ugly to lose, it was only six goals in the game.

And now, there are still ten minutes before the end of the first half.

In less than a half-time, he was conceded six goals in a row, and there was no guarantee that he would be scored in the remaining ten minutes.

Such a situation not only shows the strength of Yi Sicheng, but also shows that Class Seven is weak enough.

Chen Meng, the monitor of Class 7, had a bad complexion, and she didn't know how to explain to Zheng Changhe after the game.

Yi Sicheng, who scored the goal, gave a thumbs up to the stands of the third class. He glanced around but did not find Liu Luran, and a bit of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Yi Sicheng! I love you!"

"Yi Sicheng! Come on, come on, come on!"

"Yi Sicheng is the most handsome!"

Following Yi Sicheng's action, the audience in the entire stands went crazy.

This is a one-sided situation.

Class Seven had no power to fight back at all.

"Fang You, this time class 7 is not only kicked through, but class 3 Yi Sicheng rubbed under his feet." A girl looked at Yi Sicheng in the field with admiration in her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, don't you look at who this man fell in love with." Fang You rested his hands on his cheeks, and said with a bit of arrogance in his tone: "The man who can be liked by Fang You is definitely Tomorrow's international star, otherwise why do I like him so much, although Yi Sicheng is quite handsome, but there are a lot of people who are more handsome than him."

Fang You is a little proud, but he has not been able to successfully take down Yisi City, which makes Fang You a little depressed.

"Your friend named Lin Yi doesn't seem to be here yet. Did he run away?" Another girl glanced at the rest area of ​​Class 7. There should be a substitute sitting there, but now only Chen Meng is there .

"I don't know, maybe." Fang You waved his hand, not intending to entangle too much on this issue.

"Coach Piddle, how is Yi Sicheng in our class?"

Zhang Chunshui, sitting next to Piddle, looked at the one-sided crush on the court, with a smile on his face.

Today, Yi Sicheng's performance was the best in the game. There is no doubt that he dribbled the ball several times in a row and entered the opponent's penalty area. His movements were smooth and smooth without any stagnation.

Piddle nodded approvingly in his eyes: "Given time to train, he must be a good player who can help the national team break the opponent's goal."

After the translator translated the words, Zhang Chunshui burst into a smile, and turned his head to look at Zheng Changhe on the other side. Zheng Changhe's face looked like he had eaten shit.

Zheng Changhe clenched his fists, got up straight away, and then left directly through the back door of the stadium.

He can't afford to lose this man!

Seeing Zheng Changhe leave, Zhang Chunshui was relieved.

At this time, the first half whistle sounded.

The score was fixed at seven to zero.

"Damn it! I can't kick this ball! In normal training games, that Yisi City is not as fierce as it is now!" Zhao Dong and his party walked to the rest area cursing. Pour it into your mouth.

"How can we play like this? So many of us can't stop Yi Sicheng alone. They haven't even been to their penalty area in the first half. The defenders and goalkeepers from the third class are about to get together to play poker. .” Li Yan was downcast, without any confidence at all.

Wang De took a sip of water, took a deep breath, and looked extremely depressed: "Without Feng Yong, we can't play at all. There is no one who can stop Yi Sicheng, and there is no one who can dribble the ball. Without defense And attack, isn’t this just being hanged and beaten.”

The seventh class was shrouded in dark clouds and remained silent.

The third class cheered happily, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

"This time, at least we have to beat Class 7 to 15-0!" A boy from Class 3 grinned.

"That's for sure. Brother Sicheng used his real strength this time. In the practice games against Class Seven, he used his strength to play against his strength. Let them know how capable he is. Let them know today, the three of us The class is amazing!"

Yi Sicheng smiled: "The group of Class 7 is just a wall with a little more people in my eyes."

"By the way, didn't you say that in the second half, there was a man named Lin Yi from Class 7 who wanted to kick us all by himself?" A boy drank his saliva, a little curious.

"Fart, I just checked. There is no one on the bench in Class 7. I guess that Lin Yi has gone to where he was scared now." Another boy on the side looked a little dismissive.

"That's right, at this time, how can any idiot jump out and embarrass himself. I think that group of people in class 7, if they can't mention it, they would have already passed away."

"Oh, wait, look there."

The goalkeeper of class seven tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the outside of the field.

There, a figure came slowly.