Chapter 122: Aftermath

Lin Yi left a back view for everyone in the audience, and walked away.

The score was fixed at eight to six.

The entire second half, especially Lin Yi's last goal, made everyone unable to calm down.

As for Zhao Dong and others who were overthrown by Lin Yisan, they could only accept all kinds of eyes from all directions.

Or pity, or ridicule.

Yi Sicheng stood on the spot, clenched his fists tightly, unable to calm down, his face was gloomy enough to drip water.

Facing Lin Yi's offense and defense, he couldn't come up with any effective defensive and offensive measures at all.

Being poured into eight balls in a row!

In a half time!

And the other party is only one person!

The football that Yi Sicheng is proud of is being played to pieces by Lin Yi at this moment.

"Sicheng!" Fang You ran down the stands and ran towards Yi Sicheng quickly, seeing Yi Sicheng's ugly face, comforting him: "It's just a loss, it's okay."

Fang You considered his tone, fearing that Yi Sicheng would be irritated at this moment, seeing Yi Sicheng's gloomy expression made Fang You jump.

"You already knew that, right?" Yi Sicheng looked at Fang You with a low voice.

"What do you say, I know what." Fang You was slightly taken aback, and stood still.

"I know that guy Lin Yi is very good at playing football! Did you already know that you are waiting to see me make a fool of yourself!" Yi Sicheng looked at Fang You coldly.

After speaking, Yi Sicheng led the third class team and left the field directly, leaving Fang You standing there alone.

On the other side, the three of Zhao Dong were sent to the hospital, and Zheng Changhe hurried into the principal's office.

"Principal! This Lin Yi must be dealt with by me! I can't bring such a student!" Zheng Changhe pushed open the door of the principal's office with a face full of anger.

Principal Liu Botao just hung up the phone, and when he saw Zheng Changhe approaching, he nodded, "I know what you're going to say, but our school should pay attention to the impact of this matter."

"Changhe, as you know, there are still a few months before the college entrance examination for this year's students, we can't make mistakes at this time, and this time in the Xiachun Cup, I know that your class lost quite badly, and the scores were quite disparate. This point, you are angry, I can understand." Liu Botao just received a call, and the call said that there was an infighting among the players in the seventh class, and three people were injured, and they were sent to the hospital.

As for the others, the teacher on the phone didn't say anything.

So now, Liu Botao doesn't know the result of the competition, and Zheng Changhe is the same.

He had originally returned to the office, wanting to drink some tea to calm down, but soon received a call from Chen Meng, saying that there was something wrong with the stadium, and Lin Yi and Zhao Dong had a conflict.

Immediately, Zheng Changhe rushed to the stadium. He didn't have time to pay attention to the score. He saw Lin Yi stepping on Li Yan's legs in front of him. He didn't take himself seriously at all!

This made Zheng Changhe tremble with anger.

"But the principal! I really have no way to teach a student like Lin Yi! Not only does he have poor academic performance, he also has no respect for his elders! He doesn't take me as a teacher seriously at all! And he has violent tendencies!" Zheng Zheng Changhe was talking in a rambling manner.

Liu Botao thought for a long time, and when he was about to speak, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." Liu Botao called out, and when he saw the person coming, he was stunned: "Pidell, why are you here?"

Seeing someone coming, Liu Botao quickly stood up.

"Principal, that player, that talented player." Piddle gesticulated while speaking some blunt Chinese.

"Oh, you're talking about Yi Sicheng, right? He's in class three. Didn't that teacher Zhang accompany you to find him?" Seeing Piddle's eager look, the headmaster's face brightened, which meant that Piddle looked easy on Sicheng.

As long as Pidell looks at Yi Sicheng and is willing to directly absorb Yi Sicheng into the national team, then Minghai No. 2 Middle School will produce another Gu Qinghai!

Even in terms of the entrance rate of the college entrance examination, Minghai No. 2 Middle School is not as good as Minghai No. 1 Middle School, but two consecutive students entering the national team will gain more reputation for Minghai No. 2 Middle School.

"No, no, no." Piddle shook his head: "It belongs to another, another, that, another one."

"Another person alone?" Liu Botao was taken aback: "Please wait a moment, I'll make a call."

Liu Botao immediately dialed a phone number to a teacher who had just watched the game. After asking, he got the answer, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Zheng Changhe who was still depressed, with a strange expression: "Mr. Zheng, there is a teacher in your class called Lin Yi's, right?"

"Yeah, did he get into trouble again!" Hearing Liu Botao's question, Zheng Changhe immediately blew his beard and stared angrily: "Isn't this Lin Yi the principal you arranged into my class at the beginning! I can't teach this guy ! He is not worthy to be my student!"

Zheng Changhe's face was full of anger, extremely resentful.

Liu Botao nodded slightly at this time: "Well, then let him come to my class."

"Huh?" Zheng Changhe was taken aback, not understanding what Liu Botao meant.

Liu Botao also led a class, the fifth class, which was Fang You's class.

Every year at the end of the semester, different classes will compete with each other for average scores. Lin Yi, who is at the bottom of the crane, no matter which class he is in, will undoubtedly bring a devastating hindrance to the average score of the class.

"Yes, if you don't want this student, you can let him come to my class." Liu Botao looked at Zheng Changhe meaningfully: "In the game just now, your class Lin also played the entire team of Class 3 by himself. Eight points alone! A legendary match!"

Speaking of this, Liu Botao had a slight regret on his face: "Unfortunately, I couldn't see it."

"Lin Yi! That's right! Principal, I want to see him!" Piddle looked excited, and even slipped into speaking Chinese at this moment.

Zheng Changhe froze in place. He watched in the first half, and Class 3 led Class 7 6-0. In the second half, Lin Yi kicked eight goals alone!

reversed?

Zheng Changhe's face was pale. Of course he knew what this meant, and seeing Piddle's excited appearance, he also understood that Lin Yi might be directly absorbed into the national team!

What is this concept?

This will be the real seed that Zheng Changhe has cultivated after being a teacher for so many years!

"I am going to recommend that Lin also enters Chris Beale. A super talented player like him is enough to inspire fans all over the world!"

"He will become a true legend! Become a super like Zidal! Ronaldo, no! The ultimate star!" Piddle's face was full of excitement, and the foreigner's face was even more energetic.

Chris Bill!

When he heard this word, Zheng Changhe was in a fog, only feeling a burning feeling all over his body.

That is, a team that is enough to make all fans pilgrimage!

An epic ace team known as a legend among legends!