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Chapter 3: I'm sick!

Tang Jue looked at Benzema with a strange color flashing. Benzema took a deep breath, and a rare solemnity appeared on his tender face. To win, he must get Ronaldo's album!

Tang Jue passed the football to Tafir, and then slowly ran forward, like an F1 sports car, brewing lightning. Tafir made a little adjustment and passed the ball diagonally.

Tang Jue's two feet flew quickly. Behind him, the grass clippings were raised high with the heavy rain last night. They were like the jets behind the F1 sports car!

Tang Jue was like a cheetah, and after a few steps, he caught up with the football. He touched the inside of his right foot gently on the football, and the football changed direction and headed straight to the goal!

Step by step, football led Tang Jue to the goal!

Benzema looked at Tang Jue enviously and thought to himself: When will he be so cool? In the eyes of other teammates, they are still envious.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Jue entered the penalty area!

The goalkeeper in the goal was ready and he vowed to defend Tang Jue's shot. In previous training, this guy scored too many goals. It seemed that the goal was always open to Tang Jue, which made him very embarrassed.

The center of gravity began to rise slightly, his eyes focused, as if the football under Tang Jue's feet was the prey, and he was the lion. He was ready to snatch it out at any time!

Who is the prey? Who is the lion?

The next moment will be announced soon!

Tang Jue's right foot gently rolled behind the football, and the football rolled to his right. Immediately afterwards, Tang Jue's left foot stepped on fifteen centimeters on the left side of the football, raised his right leg back and looked at the football with his eyes focused!

The right leg whipped forward quickly. The stirring wind made the leaves of the big leaf clover under his feet shake slightly.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Tang Jue's right ankle hit the back of the football like a hard stone. The football flew quickly towards the goal!

The goalkeeper kicked hard on the outside of his right foot, and he flew out like a gibbon, target, football!

Football is not the prey of the goalkeeper, and he is not a lion. Tang Jue has become a lion, and football is his sharp claws. He grabbed the claws fiercely at the prey in front of him: the goal!

The sighs in the hearts of the teammates have not yet aroused, and the envy in their eyes has not yet fallen. The football "swoosh!" crawled into the net from the right side of the goal. At this time, the goalkeeper's body was still in the air.

"nice shot!"

"pretty!"

The teammates applauded. A pain flashed in Benzema's eyes. Today, the PS machine was about to be taken out. At this moment, Tang Jue let out a long breath, and his chest felt a little stuffy. However, he was in a good mood. Today he would win Benzema's PS machine.

Each person shot thirty times, Tang Jue scored twenty-two goals, Benzema scored fifteen goals, Ben Alfa scored thirteen goals. The other teammates had the most, and only scored ten goals. Tang Jue won the victory!

Tang Jue wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted Benzema on the shoulder. He took the opportunity to rub Benzema's clothes a few times, and applied all the sweat from his hands on Benzema's jersey.

Tang Jue said softly: "I have only played with PS machine for one week, you don't have to be depressed."

Benzema said: "Where is it? I am willing to accept the loss. How could I be depressed? I will definitely beat you in the future. You can wait and see!"

Next is the confrontation game, which is the players’ favorite program.

More than 20 players were divided into two teams, one wearing a white vest and the other wearing a blue vest. Tang Jue was wearing a white vest and standing in the middle circle. With a whistle, Tang Jue passed the ball back to the backcourt, and the game officially began. Two torrents immediately rushed together, and the blue and white jerseys intertwined. At this moment, the pride of the boy released a heart-shaking brilliance.

The football rolled on the emerald green grass, and the grass raised its proud head, trying to show its vitality. The football was like a rude palm, pressing hard on its head. The grass had to lower its proud head.

Tang Jue received a football in the opponent's hinterland, as if the general was holding a big knife in his hand. The football was the big knife in his hand. The general waved the big knife and slashed at his opponent. Tang Jue was undoubtedly a general with superb martial arts skills on this field. The big knife in his hand pulled out a dazzling sword flower, shaking the opponent's eyes.

Tang Jue carried the football with a solemn look on his face. He used his skillful change of direction to bypass the blocking of the midfielder. In front of him were two central defenders, Gasama and Ali Sisotto.

Gasama had a serious expression, and his strong fighting spirit shot out from his eyes. Ali Sisotto's eyes burned with raging fire. In his opinion, defeating Tang Jue was a very great thing.

Gasama looked at Tang Jue with his eyes tightly, and then took action. He rushed towards Tang Jue, as fierce as a tiger. Ali Sisotto protected him. The two have been partnering together since they were seven years old and are called the golden partner of the Lyon Youth Team.

Tang Jue is different from them and has no competitive relationship. Now both sides have nothing to do with competition. They have to prove themselves and raise the banner of the pride of the young. Overcome the powerful opponent and let the flag be inserted on the other party's walls, making a loud noise in the strong wind.

Tang Jue, two meters in front of Gasama, had his center of gravity swung to the left, and then he rushed to Gasama's left. At this moment, Gasama's center of gravity had just moved to the right, and his center of gravity could no longer move to the left.

There was a panic in Gasama's eyes. He knew that Tang Jue was very strong, really strong. Tang Jue broke through his defense many times in the past. In the past, he could at least resist. However, today, this time, he didn't even have a chance to resist.

A terror flashed in the eyes of the Blue Team's full-back, and he sighed in his heart: Tang's skills have improved again!

Pintori's eyes were full of glory, and after that, he felt extremely depressed.

Benzema frowned tightly, and his face felt a little lonely. His heart was struggling, and it was really a painful thing to play with Tang. Tang was like the scorching sun in the blue sky, which made the stars lose their color and could only hide behind the blue sky.

Tang Jue suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest. After practicing shooting just now, he felt chest tightness. In addition to chest tightness, there was also a problem with his waist. It seemed like two shot put hung on his waist, which was extremely heavy. What was wrong with this body? Tang Jue forced himself to cheer up and quickly adjust his breathing.

Before Tang Jue could adjust his breathing evenly, Ali Sisotto rushed forward. Two central defenders stood forward and backward to make the defense form a layered level. Like a river dam, the surging river water overflowed the first dam, and there was a second behind.

Tang Jue felt the heart in his chest beating in a mess, which made him feel very uncomfortable. It was not only his heartbeat, but his breathing also began to be messy. The football also lost its previous clarity and began to roll in a messy way.

Ali Sisotto didn't know what was wrong with Tang Jue, of course, he didn't want to know. He was the last iron gate outside the goal. If Tang Jue broke through him, the goal would be very dangerous. His task was very simple, which was to block Tang Jue's progress. The task seemed simple, but Ali Sisotto knew that this task was extremely difficult.

Looking at Tang Jue's previous breakthrough, it seemed that there was no difficulty, so he broke through two defensive players in a row. This guy often did this in the past, making them defensive players very embarrassed.

The messy rolling football provides Ali Sisotto with an excellent opportunity. Ali Sisotto stretches out his right foot, and his right foot's goal is to roll towards his own football. When kicking it, the threat will be lifted; when kicking it, the goal will be safe.
Chapter completed!
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