Chapter 116 Perfect Excellence

Lin Yi walked in from the outside of the court and walked straight to the half court belonging to Class 7.

"There is a person over there, what does that person want?" In the stands, countless eyes instantly focused on Lin Yi who suddenly appeared.

The entire stadium was empty at the moment, and Lin Yi's sudden appearance made many people slightly taken aback.

"That, that must be Lin Yi!" Someone seemed to have remembered something.

"Squad 7 claims to be the idiot who wants to kick the whole audience by himself?" There was a lot of discussion in the stands, and there were different expressions in the eyes of Lin Yi.

"Fang You, look at the man on the field, Lin Yi, is he going to fight Yi Sicheng? I think this time, he must be ashamed." The girl next to Fang You tugged at her clothes.

Only then did Fang You look over, and saw Lin Yi standing in the field, his figure looked a little lonely, standing in the field was really a bit against the law.

"Why did this idiot come here!" Fang You was taken aback, startled: "Playing football is not fighting. Could it be that he really wants to come and play a game alone!"

Fang You frowned, a little puzzled. If it was a fight and Lin Yi beat up the entire third-class football team by himself, then Fang You believed that Lin Yi could do it.

But, this is kicking!

It is useless to play football with brute force. The most important thing is the ability to control football.

Fang You didn't think that Lin Yi could beat Yi Sicheng, let alone play the whole game alone. The passing of the opponent alone is enough to kill people. After all, the stadium is so big. There are no goalkeepers, and there is no way to play.

"That kid Lin Yi is actually here." In the rest area of ​​Class Seven, Zhao Dong looked at Lin Yi and snorted coldly: "It's just right, let him play alone later, and we all stand next to the court."

"Anyway, it's embarrassing enough. Besides, if it wasn't for Lin Yi, Feng Yong wouldn't be injured, and we wouldn't be in such a mess." Zhao Dong's eyes flickered.

Soon, the whistle sounded for the second half.

The players from class three entered the field one after another, while the players from class seven consciously stood outside the boundary line of the field, and no one stepped into the white line.

"Lin Yi, aren't you awesome? I'll leave the second half to you! Don't let us down!" Zhao Dong shouted at Lin Yi, and bursts of ridicule came from the stands behind him.

This kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth is just waiting to make a fool of himself today.

Zhao Dong's face was gloomy and cold, he even thought about how to deal with the homeroom teacher.

Anyway, it's right to put all the responsibility on Lin Yi. After all, Lin Yi will probably be fired by the school after the game.

"Don't worry, no matter what, it will be better than being kicked seven to zero."

Lin Yi glanced at Zhao Dong lightly, and opened his mouth slowly, obviously separated by some distance, but Zhao Dong felt that Lin Yi's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, which made his complexion even more ugly: "Pretend What is it, I'll see how you pretend later!"

Zhao Dong looked resentful.

The referee saw that the players from Class 7 didn't play, and didn't even know how to blow for a while.

"You really want to kick our entire team by yourself?" Yi Sicheng looked at Lin Yi with disdain.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent, this game is considered cheap for you." Lin Yi said in a flat tone, took a few steps forward, stood in front of the football, stretched out his feet, and bounced the ball.

After a couple of bumps, the football went sideways.

Seeing this scene, the players in class three couldn't help laughing: "Come on, people who can't juggle the ball well, still play football?"

"I think you are joking."

"Idiot stuff, let's throw more people at your seventh class."

Lin Yi looked at the football that was crooked to the side, and quickly captured the feeling of the ball when it was bumped just now, the feeling and power of the moment the football landed on the instep,

And the angle at the end when going out.

"What is he here for? What about the other team?" In the stands, Piddle became a little impatient.

Watching this kind of ball already made him feel that it was a waste of time. Yi Sicheng's strength was not bad, but it was far from enough to make Piddle feel amazing.

"Well, this student is in Class Seven, and it is said that he wants to play the whole game alone." Zhang Chunshui laughed and explained to Piddle.

"Waste of time!" Piddle frowned, and was about to get up and leave.

Yi Sicheng has an idea, let Yi Sicheng join the national team as a substitute and train first.

However, just as Piddle stood up, the referee on the court repeatedly confirmed that there was only one person in Class 7 in the second half, and finally blew the whistle to start the match.

The second half begins.

Lin also took the ball.

"Hey, don't you want to play football, then you play, you step on that football, can't you expect it to fly to our door by itself?" A forward in Class 3 watched Lin Yi step on the football, not in a hurry , asked cheerfully.

"Retarded." Lin Yi glanced at him and spit out two words.

Qianfeng's face darkened, and he was about to speak when he realized that Lin Yi, who hadn't moved just now, suddenly moved.

Lin Yi dribbled the ball, went straight in, and headed for the penalty area of ​​the third class.

"As a rookie like you, you still want to kick our whole team by yourself? Don't be ridiculous, as long as you break your ball, and then pass it out casually, and then you can pour into your goal with a kick from a long distance."

"You don't even have a goalkeeper, what are you going to use to kick it!" The striker quickly galloped towards Lin Yi, with a ferocious tackle, the sole of his foot was aimed at the football Lin Yi was carrying, and he was about to direct Lin Yi's ball directly Tackle.

However, Lin Yi suddenly tapped the bottom of the ball with his right foot, and the football flew up slightly, and Lin Yi jumped directly from the forward's head.

"Rubbish."

A perfect pass!

Lin Yi didn't even look at it and was still in a daze. The striker who didn't have time to get up went straight.

"Damn it, that ball was so beautiful just now, it was so smooth."

In the stands, a few boys who were originally disdainful were suddenly stunned.

"Huh?" Piddle, who had already got up and was about to leave, let out a little surprise, and returned to his seat in silence.

In that ball just now, what others could see was that Lin Yi passed one player smoothly with a pick, but Piddle was different.

He found that the height at which the ball was picked up just now was simply wonderful.

Football has wind resistance in motion, so the strength, angle and even height of each foot can determine the direction of the next football.

At that moment, Pidell found that the arrogant kid who wanted to challenge a team by himself almost landed at the same time as the football.

This kind of power control, even from Piddle's point of view, is enough for him to face it squarely.

Football is a war of art!

With a bit of curiosity in his eyes, Piddle looked at the young man running with the ball in the field.