Chapter 120 Too Weak

Lin also moved.

He trotted towards the football, half a meter away from the football, put his left foot on the ground, raised his right foot, the instep and the mid-air showed a 45-degree inclination, and then kicked the side of the football .

"This is the rhythm of big feet!"

"No! No!"

In the stands, several boys who knew the ball stood up suddenly, looking at the football taking off from Lin Yi's feet with horror on their faces, as if they saw something incredible.

The football flew up and landed directly towards the third class penalty area.

"If you get the ball, pass it to me, six of you, go and stop Lin Yi!" Yi Sicheng ran toward the half court of Class 7 while speeding up, while directing his players. Surrounded by the crowd, Lin Yi suddenly realized that Lin Yi had no intention of breaking through, instead, he ran straight to the half of Class Seven without looking back.

It seems to be ready for the next moment of defense.

But Yi Sicheng didn't know why, and felt a little restless, and at almost the same moment, Yi Sicheng heard exclamations resounding through the stadium.

The voice came from the stands, and the students who watched the game seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and collectively spoke out!

what exactly is it!

Yi Sicheng turned his head and looked at his restricted area, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

After the football that Lin Yi drove towards the penalty area from the corner flew into the air, the ball that should have fallen directly did not follow its own route, but spun rapidly in the air, and then drew out An incredible arc, from high in the sky, headed towards the corner of the goal!

The goalkeeper didn't expect that the football would use the rotation to change its course in mid-air. Before he could dodge it, the football spun into the goal with a strong wind!

The football that entered the goal spun on the net for a long time before it landed slowly.

Yi Sicheng stood on the spot in a daze, looking at the football that finally landed on the ground and flicked it a few times, his face was pale.

"Zero-angle shot! It's really a zero-angle shot!" Seeing this scene, Piddle couldn't help trembling all over his body, as if he had seen a long-awaited scene, or like a saint who had been on a pilgrimage all day long, and finally saw it. own beliefs.

"Since Casiland kicked this zero-angle shot known as the right foot of God in the World Cup in West Gate in 1984, I am finally fortunate to be able to witness this scene full of history!" Piddle's voice is full of Excited, even a little choked up.

The flying football is not only a sport, but also a war of faith.

Over the years, Piddle has been constantly looking for the genius boy, just to be lucky enough to see the foot of the god that is only passed down in memory!

Strength, angle, demeanor, mentality, all kinds of factors are perfectly blended together, and it is possible to create a zero-angle shot that belongs to God!

"Genius, that's a real genius!" Piddle couldn't help himself excitedly.

For the next half of the game, the students in the stands were silent.

No one cheered, no one shouted, and no one talked anymore.

They all looked at the field quietly, and with one person's strength, they fought against the third class of Yi Sicheng, and against the boys of the entire team of the third class!

Alone like a front, powerful like a rainbow!

Whether it's speed, strength, or dribbling skills, Lin Yi almost quickly rewrote the score in a crushing situation.

"That guy, won't he be tired!"

Another goal!

For this ball, Lin also volleyed from outside the penalty area. The football quickly flew into the sky, heading towards the blind corner of the net like a shell. Still haven't been able to stop the infusion of this ball!

Yi Sicheng looked at Lin Yi, who turned around and quickly returned to defense after entering the door, and gasped slightly.

At first, he hoped to try to defeat Lin Yi with the distance difference, but Lin Yi's speed was too fast. Later, Yi Sicheng used a sea of ​​people to block Lin Yi's direction, but he dribbled the ball like a dance!

The perfect swaying of the upper and lower limbs, coupled with the constant change of the route of the lower limbs, and even pedaling the bicycle more than once, combined with his fancy movements, played the entire team of the third class in the palm of his hand.

This guy is a monster!

In the end, Yi Sicheng decided to defend, and wanted to pass the ball back and forth between his teammates so that Lin Yi could not touch the ball and freeze the score directly. In the case of unreliable expansion of the score, win this game.

But Lin Yi always appears like a ghost, continuously appearing at the center line of the football, directly intercepting it!

One person is equivalent to a well-trained team.

The most exaggerated thing is that that kid doesn't seem to feel tired at all!

Yi Sicheng, known as a football genius since he was a child, felt weak all over his body for the first time.

He looked at Lin Yi, as if he was looking at a wall that was destined to be impossible to overcome. It seemed that any defense and attack would be futile. That guy seemed to be an extremely well-calculated machine!

Steal, rush, shake people, volley!

Another ball!

The students watching the battle were completely speechless. Chen Meng in the rest area excitedly waved her pink and delicate fists, wanting to shout out.

This is an honor belonging to Class Seven.

However, the faces of Zhao Dong, Li Yan and Wang De on the periphery of the court were complicated, and they didn't know whether they should be happy or sad.

"Oh my god, Brother Dong, why is this Lin Yi so powerful! He said before that he would break our legs after kicking the ball, so he really wanted to do that." Wang De looked at Lin Yi who had become the focus of the audience, The tone is disturbed.

"He dares!" Zhao Dong frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't he afraid of being kicked out by the school?"

Zhao Dong glanced at the scoreboard, it was already eight to seven, and Class Three led by one point.

And there are still about ten minutes before the end of the game.

"But he even beat up the class teacher, and Feng Yong, isn't Feng Yong still lying in the hospital now?" Li Yan swallowed.

The more dazzling Lin Yi performed on the court, the more remorse he felt in his heart.

He hated himself for being so stupid, and insisted on bragging in front of Lin Yi.

"How about, let's sneak out now." Li Yan glanced at Zhao Dong and Wang De, and suggested.

"I think it's okay, let's get out of here quietly." Wang De nodded quickly, and Zhao Dong was silent for a moment, also acquiescing.

On the other side of the field, Lin Yi was stepping on the ball, and the people in the third class in front of him felt like they were facing a big enemy.

"Too weak and a waste of time."

Lin Yi's voice was not low, and it fell into the ears of everyone in the first three classes, but no one dared to speak out to refute.

A team is overthrown by one person, and they really have no face to speak.

However, just as everyone was looking at Lin Yi, expecting the next goal, Lin Yi suddenly hooked the ball, turned around, kicked the football with his right foot, and the football body deformed for a moment.

After that, the whole ball flew towards the gate of the stadium like a cannonball!