He was practicing shooting wildly, but his shooting rate was really not very good, and he used his inner instep.

This is not a competition.

At some point, Shuster stood behind him.

After watching for a while, he finally couldn't help it.

He also wore training sneakers, and his feet were so itchy.

"ah!"

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Go away. Stand behind the goal to pick up the ball." He walked up, pushed Zheng Zhi away, and grabbed the ball under Zheng Zhi's feet.

"let me."

"You're also called shooting? Are you embarrassed to keep shooting with your inner instep?"

"It's this distance? Go back five meters more!"
Chapter completed!