Chapter 37: Direct free kick to score, Qingshan striker!"Fuck the referee, this is a free kick? Isn't this a penalty?" "The one upstairs is obviously a Happy Beans player, and he obviously fell outside the restricted area!" "What a pity! If it was a penalty kick, Qingshan Middle School would have basically secured victory. We were so excited for a long time, but it turned out to be a free kick. How sad!" "Don't mention it, this free kick is very close to the goal and in a very good position. I wonder if Jiang Yuan will take the penalty." "This ball will most likely hit the wall if it's shot directly at the goal, I think it's better to lob it in, Aoyama's big center forward is still very useful" "Hanging in? I think we should try some tactical coordination!" "Stop giving orders. Are your eyesight not so good? You only saw the words 'high school group' and didn't see the suffix 'super'. These high school students are better at football than 99% of the people here." "It seems like every time the provincial Super League is over, a team from the Chinese Super League or China League One will come to our school to recruit players. Last year, a friend of my second aunt's child's classmate from another school was spotted by a China League One team and is now a substitute in the team!" …… Several free kick takers from Qingshan Middle School gathered together to discuss the next tactics. It would be more accurate to say that they were asking Jiang Yuan whether he wanted to take the free kick rather than discussing the next tactics.
"You can hit the ball directly, but do you dare to hit it..." Chen Yushuo had a struggling expression. He knew that if the ball was given to Jiang Yuan now, he would definitely shoot directly. But now it was the second to last minute of extra time, and Jiang Yuan was under a lot of pressure. If the goal is scored, the game is over. If not, there will be a 30-minute extra time and it is hard to say who will win by then. "S-" Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and took the ball from Chen Yushuo. "give it to me!" When saying these three words, Jiang Yuan felt like he was speaking his last words. His psychological pressure has never been so exaggerated! Afterwards, Jiang Yuan and Chen Yushuo covered their mouths at the penalty spot and discussed the human wall arrangement of Qingshan Middle School. After the game, Chen Yushuo ran to the penalty area to participate in the arrangement of the human wall, and talked to his teammates about Jiang Yuan's free kick tactics. Everyone present now, from the players and coaches to the spectators in the stadium and the live broadcast audience, are extremely nervous. Judging from the situation at Qingshan Middle School, it was obvious that Jiang Yuan was going to shoot directly. The whole place was silent. All the students closed their mouths at the same time, and some even held their breath. "call!" Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, took three steps back, and then took another step to the left. Jiang Yuan looked at the wall of people in front of him. Facing him in the middle were the three strongest players of Qingshan, and on both sides were players from Wangdao. "Beep!" The referee blew the whistle, Jiang Yuan took a run and started, at the same time, the three players from Qingshan Middle School in the middle of the human wall suddenly pushed to both sides and forcibly pushed open the human wall formed by Wangdao Middle School. "Boom!"
Jiang Yuan bent his supporting leg and hit the center of gravity of the ball with the upper edge of the inner instep of his other foot. After completing the hit, he immediately retracted his foot. The short contact time caused the ball to have almost no rotation in the air. The ball passed by Luo Xuanming's ear, reached its highest point and began to fall rapidly, finally landing in the dead corner on the upper right side of the goal. With his vision blocked by the defensive players and the ball suddenly falling, the goalkeeper of Wangdao Middle School did not react at all. He just stood there stupidly, watching the ball go into the net. “The ball went in…” "Jiang Yuan scored a goal with a direct free kick. It was him again. Why was it him again!" "At the most critical moment for the team, Jiang Yuan stood up again. This is the No. 7 of Qingshan Middle School, the one and only No. 7!" "In the 93rd minute of the game, Jiang Yuan scored a goal with a direct free kick, and Qingshan Middle School won the game!" The audience in the live broadcast room was completely excited. The live broadcast room with a few thousand people had the same number of barrages as a room with tens of thousands of people. 【Hahahahaha, harvest rice, harvest rice! 】 [Jiang Yuan, saved me twice in one week! ] [Another elevator ball, oh my god] [It’s a guess, definitely a guess! ] [Heizi speaks! 】 [I feel Jiang Yuan doesn't belong in this competition, he should play in the Chinese Super League! ] …… After scoring the goal, Jiang Yuan ran to the sideline with open arms, welcoming a hug from his teammates. At this moment, He Qiongshan from the coaching booth suddenly rushed over, grabbed Jiang Yuan's shoulders with both hands, and shook him continuously. "You are really awesome, holy shit, you are really awesome!" Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, feeling the joy of scoring a goal. It was a buzzer beater, but celebrating with teammates and classmates made it especially precious. Jiang Yuan broke free from He Qiongshan's embrace, ran straight to his class's stand, and shouted, "Who else?" "Jiang Yuan, you are my God!" "I confess my true feelings to Jiang Yuan from Class 5, Grade 2!" "I'm Jiang Yuan's desk mate. I have his contact information. Anyone who wants to meet me can come and meet me. It's 20 yuan per person!" "..." …… Finally, Jiang Yuan turned his head and saw Wang Hongming on the rostrum. The principal of Qingshan Middle School was looking at him with a smile. So Jiang Yuan gave Wang Hongming a thumbs up, which earned him applause from the school leaders on the rostrum.
"Beep beep beep" The next ball was kicked off by Wangdao Middle School, and the referee immediately blew the whistle to end the game. At the same time, there was a "thump thump thump" sound coming from the stands in the playground, and the students in the audience began to riot. "What the hell, what should I do?" Jiang Yuan stood in the middle of the court with a confused look on his face. He felt as if he was surrounded by a group of zombies, with people everywhere in front, behind, and on both sides of him. Jin Junjie ran over and said, "Brother Yuan, I admit that you are very fast, but I'm afraid you can't escape in this situation..." After saying that, Jin Junjie slipped away. "Brother Jie, don't leave yet!" Jiang Yuan tried to call out to Jin Junjie, but Jin Junjie had already blended into the crowd and ran away. Immediately, the first and second year high school students of Qingshan Middle School surrounded Jiang Yuan and kept pulling at his body. Poor Jiang Yuan is now like a little toy, being played around with by his classmates. Although at least half of these students are not football fans, they were indeed deeply attracted by Qingshan Middle School's game today. Leading, being tied, and then scoring the winning goal! Wonderful cooperation and brilliant goals, perhaps this is the charm of football. At this moment, the sound of a radio suddenly rang out in the playground. Everyone looked towards the podium and saw Principal Wang Hongming holding the microphone and preparing to speak. Several students beside Jiang Yuan couldn't help but complain: "No way, must the principal be so disappointing? We finally got a chance to celebrate..." "Hoohoo!" Wang Hongming blew into the microphone and then said, "Students, please pay attention to the order on the scene..." "Today is our Qingshan Middle School's decisive victory. Why did it only cause such a small commotion?" Wang Hongming's words were shocking and all the teachers and students in the school were a little slow to react. Afterwards, Wang Hongming continued, "Let's make the scene more lively. I'll count to 321, and we'll throw Jiang Yuan into the sky and shout 'Qingshan Shenfeng'. How about that?" "it is good!" "I like this!" The classmates were very happy, but Jiang Yuan didn't feel happy at all. On the contrary, he now just felt a little...scared. Soon, Jiang Yuan's hands and feet were grabbed by several boys. "Brothers, I just have one request, can you please be gentle?" Jiang Yuan asked weakly.
"Be gentle? How can that be possible!" The leading boy replied, and the classmates next to him also came to lend a hand and lifted Jiang Yuan up. Wang Hongming on the rostrum began to count. "3!" "2!" "1!" Jiang Yuan silently said in his heart: "Brothers, I'm about to take off..." "Qingshan Divine Sword!" "Qingshan Divine Sword!" "Qingshan Divine Sword!" …… Please read
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