In the girls' dormitory of SZ University.

In the middle of the night, several girls curled up in their bed like night owls, and their laptops were opened and they were not more than ten centimeters away from their hands shrinking out of the bed.

Around 2006, it was when Korean dramas were popular in China. "Sorry I Love You", "My Girl" and "Full House" all caused a craze for watching dramas on university campuses.[]

Especially some sentimental love dramas, they deceive countless girls with pear blossoms and tears.

Look, a girl buried her head in the quilt and started crying.

"Liu Xia, why are you crying? It's scary at night."

"It's so touching, wuwuwu." The girl named Liu Xia looked at the notebook screen and choked. "God, if you really exist, please promise me that for the rest of my life, please put her by my side. Please use this woman as a comfort for the rest of my life. As long as no one provokes me again, I will decide to stop. I will run all my hatred and anger into the trash can and quietly close my eyes. God, this is my promise to you... Wuwuwuwu, if there is a Wuhe who treats me like this, I will be willing to die."

This classic line suddenly brought a sigh from other little girls.

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Xia Yu’s bed is the lower bunk of the girl whom I just asked about.

At this moment, she was lying in the quilt, holding her chin with her little hand, and half twisting her face, looking at her laptop blankly. She heard all the words in the dormitory, but no words drifted into her mind; she even saw the content of the game being played, but it could not be reflected in her heart. Her thoughts were no longer here.

Besides, she can’t understand football games. She is not for watching games, but for watching people.

Since she broke up with Zhang Yang last time, or after meeting by chance, she found that she would think of this boy from time to time. When she thought of this, she suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, and an indescribable happiness filled her chest.

She told herself, don’t think about it, because many people in the school like to read the Sports Weekly and magazines, and there are photos and reports of the boy everywhere, so she subconsciously remembered it.

She found one reason after another for her panic and indescribable feeling, and then overturned them one by one by herself - Xia Yu was a smart girl, and she knew that she was deceiving herself.

Finally, I could see him! When she heard the fans and boys in the class discussing that there would be a Ligue 1 match tonight, the team Zhang Yang was in and the opponent's match, and there was a live broadcast, she was so happy that she almost wanted to jump up!

He held his chin with his little hand and sighed softly.

Don't know if he still remembers himself?

The thought that appeared at this moment made Xia Yu dizzy. She suddenly buried her head and covered her face with her hands, fearing that others would notice her.

No! No, I won’t remember myself, it’s just a chance meeting.

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The girl on the upper bunk is named Tang Sai'er, who is the same name as the female leader who made the anti-uprising in the Ming Dynasty, but she is not the kind of fierce woman who fights and kills. She is a very literary girl who is deeply poisoned by Aunt Qingyao.

"Ah, Xia Yu, are you watching the football match?" Tang Saier exclaimed in surprise when he poked his head out of the upper bunk and saw that Xia Yu's laptop was actually a football match.

Xia Yu, who was holding her chin and trapped in her own world, did not hear it, and naturally did not answer.

"Xia Yu, when did you start chasing these football stars?" She remembered that a few days ago, she seemed to have bought a poster of a football star on her lower bunk. It was sticking to the snow-white wall of Xia Yu's bed. Xia Yu went to sleep sideways, which was like hugging the poster and sleeping.

"Summer rain, summer rain--"

"Ah-Sayer, you call me?"

"It's okay, you watch the game."

"To be honest, I can't understand either." Xia Yu smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, what's going on?" The upper bunk came to his senses. Something was wrong. The gossip fire was burning wildly. He simply jumped off the upper bunk, sat next to Xia Yu, and interrogated him.

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Lens head coach Gillo gradually frowned off the court.

As the game progressed, his right-back Demond looked embarrassed on the court. He could see clearly below that if the first half was not about to end, he would have shouted and called the guy to the sidelines to scold him.

At this moment, Keita's long shot was beautifully rushed under Marseille goalkeeper Carraso.

Carraso got up and threw the ball directly to launch an attack. The full-back Beyer, who got the ball, made a long pass from the backcourt and kicked the ball into the frontcourt.

"There is still time. The Marseille team's offense is too impatient. They can fully organize the attack to the frontcourt, so that the goal is more likely." Thierry criticized.

Jankole was in front, his bald head was the lighthouse, and the ball was passed to him. The Czech "Great Man" held back the central defender Gille and flew the football to Nasri on the left.

Nasri did not drive forward, he paused and kicked the ball forward.

At this moment, Zhang Yang rushed up.

Demon, who was a little tired and panting, was surprised. He had to be surprised. He was tired of being led by Zhang Yang's running without the ball, but Zhang Yang seemed to have the strength to run.

Seeing Zhang Yang rushing towards the ball, Demund quickly followed.

On the TV, Huang Jianxiang was explaining the attack to everyone: "Marseille's big feet pass, and Yankolle sent the ball to Nasri. Nasri did not continue to dribble, he handed it to Zhang Yang, he got the ball." Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly became eight times higher. In fact, there was no sign of threat this time. However, Huang Jianxiang was very happy to be able to explain Zhang Yang's game for the first time. He was very excited now.

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"Be careful of his long shot." Lens central defender Gille reminded Demund who followed Zhang Yang.

Demund chased after him, and he planned to destroy the football before Zhang Yang shot, so he simply took the ball to fly.

However, he completely underestimated Zhang Yang's speed. When he tackled the ball, Zhang Yang drove the ball forward and it was already past!

He cut the air!

This time, Demond's physical strength was also consumed. He was half lying on the ground and could only look up and watch Zhang Yang dribble over.

Seeing that Demond was lost here, Lons' central defender Gille rushed up to intercept.

Zhang Yang used his speed to hit a time difference, avoided Demond's flying tackle, and then he accelerated in two steps and caught up with the football.

Then he stopped hesitating and did not block the chance of the Marseille player rushing towards him. Seeing that the ball had been adjusted to a comfortable shooting position, he directly swung his foot!

After the game started, Zhang Yang tried long shots many times, but the quality of the long shot was average, so when he saw him shooting from a long shot, Lens coach Gillo on the sidelines felt relieved. He estimated that Zhang Yang's long shot would be as threatening as before, and this counterattack from Marseille was probably over. This Chinese young man has been playing for almost 45 minutes in the game and is still so impatient!

However, Zhang Yang shot this kick, and the ball flew away from the ground. Looking at the white light, Jiluo's eyes widened. He suddenly felt a sense of panic, oh no!

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Lens goalkeeper Itanjie always stared at Zhang Yang, watching him swing his feet and shoot a long shot, and was ready to save. Judging from the previous saves, this man was very powerful, but the angle was too straight... He suspected that this was specially arranged by the opponent's head coach. He knew that he could easily lose his shot, so he arranged more powerful long shots.

However, Itanjie was very proud because he performed well so far today. Even when facing Taiwo's powerful long shot just now, there was no chance of giving the opponent a chance to shoot, but instead correctly saved the ball out of the baseline and killed this attack.

Therefore, Itanjie did not take Zhang Yang's long shot seriously.

In his opinion, the worst case is to save the ball from the baseline and give the opponent a corner kick.

Zhang Yang's long shot was almost done with all his strength, and he transferred all his strength to the right foot!

A dull bang!

Feet faces and football contact!

Huge power was transferred to the ball!

Fans in front of TV can even hear the dull sound of "Peng" through developed broadcasting technology! You can imagine how terrifying the power of this shot is!

Powerful power transforms into speed!

In the eyes of Lens goalkeeper Itanjie, the Marseille No. 27 had just swung his foot and the ball was off the ground. Then, what he saw was a white light, rushing straight towards his eyes!

He wanted to make a save, but the white light was so fast. At that moment, the goalkeeper of the Lens even thought absurdly that it was not the speed of light!

He didn't have time to react at all, and the ball was already in front of him!

Football is filled with the sound of the wind!

The sound of the wind can be heard!

A whoosh past his face, he could even feel a sensation of pain on his cheek, the wind was like a knife!

Itanjie even doubted whether his face would be disfigured like he was hit by a rifle.

Swish!

The ball aroused the net high!

Itanjie's face turned pale, and he knew what the sound was!

For Zhang Yang, for Marseille fans, this voice only means one, that is: Scoring a goal - start cheering!

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Marseille head coach Fernandez was talking to his assistant coach Hilteny, who also believed that the first half would end with zero to zero. Although he regretted not scoring a goal to lead, he did not concede the goal and the two sides were still on the same starting line, which was not too bad. At this time, the two were discussing the tactics of the second half.

Fernandez saw his assistant's mouth wide open and looked inside the court.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw the white light flashing, and a large wave was aroused at the end of the white light!

The head coach of the Marseille team burst out with huge enthusiasm. He suddenly threw the tactical board in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists, and then raised it over his head!

The tactical discussion just now is useless!

Go to tmd to zero!

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The commentator of French National 1, Vesto jumped up suddenly. He fisted and was already shouting loudly in his mouth, "The ball is in! The ball is in! It is in! 1:0! Zhang's goal! His long shot! God! This shot is so powerful! It's really powerful! It seems to be smashing the net! Break all obstacles! Marseille is ahead!"

"The goal has been scored! The goal is Zhang Yang! His long shot is so beautiful! The goalkeeper of the Lens team did not react at all! This shot is so manly! It's so powerful! Zhang Yang! This is his fourteenth league goal this season! This is a great achievement!" Huang Jianxiang was almost yelling at the top of his throat. His heart was about to burn when he was waiting for this moment!

Beside him, He Wei was also yelling. The two of them did not affect each other now, because the roar at this moment was no longer just a mere commentary, it was a time to vent! It was a time to vent the passion to the fullest!

It’s true that their identities are commentators, but they have another identity, just like many people, and are fans!

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ps: First update.
Chapter completed!