"You're here to play football?"

Dong Peng, wearing a copycat version of C Ronaldo No. 7 Real Madrid jersey, glared at Chen Feima, looked at him, and showed suspicion.

Marin beside him was not so polite: "I said, buddy, you look like a ball, why are you playing?"

Several of the partners suddenly burst into laughter.

Chen Feima did not talk nonsense, strode up and was about to step on the football, but unexpectedly made a mistake in judgment. He stepped on the ball and staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The laughter of several people became louder.

Chen Feima's face turned slightly red: "I haven't kicked for too long, and my feet have given birth."

He took a breath, calmed down, jumped his toes, picked up the ball, and then started to thrust the ball. At first, he was a little clumsy, and gradually the ball felt back, but he saw a black and white ball jumping between his feet, rising and falling, steady and light.

Seeing this scene, Dong Peng and his friends immediately opened their eyes wide.

Flipping the ball is the basic ability of football, but in the amateur circle on campus, it is really hard to find dozens of people who can make it in one go. With this move alone, Chen Feima proved his level. He really came to play football, not to be funny. Back then, he worked hard to practice flipping the ball and show off his skills in front of female classmates.

Marin said embarrassedly: "Brother, I'm sorry. I just judged people by my appearance and said the wrong thing."

He is just a straightforward person, without bad intentions.

Chen Feima stopped the ball and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm acquaintance again and again."

He is a person without a team. If he wants to play football every day in the future, he has to get to know others and be familiar with them before he can join in.

I gave a brief introduction to each other now.

Dong Peng clapped his hands: "Okay, now we have all the people, just three to three."

Chen Feima asked: "What's the point of this ball?"

Dong Peng replied: "Based on ten goals, if there are ten goals, you will win if you advance ten points first, and the loser will have to do push-ups."

These are common gimmicks that add to the fun.

Soon, we divided the team and started playing.

Of course, no one in amateur skills are outstanding, and there are not many cooperations. Anyway, it’s just a sports and fun.

Chen Feima has been away from the battle formation for a long time, but his skills have not been abandoned too much, but his physical strength disadvantages are quickly highlighted.

This is based on his jogging for more than a week. If he hadn't had training for that time and came to play rashly, he would probably have been breathing a lot after running back and forth, and he would be out of breath. You know, even amateur wild balls are not lacking in confrontation, which is the most physically consuming.

After about ten minutes, the fat man gradually couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes were a little blurry. When he saw the ball flying in, he stretched out his big foot, and it was really flawed. The ball flew out with a "huh" and accidentally hit a girl passing by.

The girl who suffered unpredictable disaster was originally holding a lunch box in her hand, but was hit by a ball. The lunch box fell to the ground, and all the food inside was spilled out.

Oops!

Chen Feima shouted inwardly and ran over quickly to see where the opponent was hit by the ball, and whether it was important.

When he saw the face of clear water that looked like a lotus, the fat man couldn't help but straighten his eyes and said stutteringly: "Zhao, classmate Zhao, why is it you?"

Zhao Ziruo reacted quite quickly just now, subconsciously raising his hand to block the flying ball so that he would not be hit by the vital points, but the lunch box was smashed and his wrist hurt. She looked up at the terrifying perpetrator and recognized him: "You? You again?"

Chen Feima swallowed: "Student Zhao, I didn't mean it. I was playing football there, and I suddenly used too much force and kicked the ball away."

He paused and asked with concern: "Where did the ball hit you? Are you injured?"

A pair of eyes glanced secretly.

Although it seems rude, if you don’t have any ideas for such a beautiful girl, you will definitely not be a normal man.

Today, Zhao Ziruo was wearing a pair of long trousers and a blue dress on her upper body, with a cartoon avatar printed on it, which made her look interesting.

When his eyes passed the bulging peaks, Chen Feima Qing couldn't help but beating faster. He remembered that he rolled down from the steps that day, stretched out his hand to support him, and felt the touch of his hand when he encountered an obstacle.

He didn't dare to look at it anymore, and when he turned his eyes, he fell on the food on the ground, and saw that it was all vegetarian dishes, vegetables, and tofu. Well, that was a must-have dish in the cafeteria: Mapo tofu. From this we can see that Zhao Ziruo can eat spicy food. Yes, her accent comes from Sichuan and Chongqing. But her personality seems quiet, unlike the legendary Chuan girl's hot and spicy style.

Also, based on Zhao Ziruo's clothing and almost no jewelry to wear, she looks simple and simple, so she should be from an ordinary family, not a wealthy family.

The most important thing is that she is serving food alone now, and passing by here, there is a high probability that she does not have a boyfriend yet. Tsk tsk, this is an undiscovered treasure. If she can embrace her, her whole life will be worth it. Thinking about it, it will make people move...

In just a short while, the fat man had already summarized a set of information through observation.

As if he couldn't bear his gaze, Zhao Ziruo lowered his head to clean up and picked up the lunch box.

Chen Feima hurriedly said, "Student Zhao, I'm really embarrassed. I beat you up. Otherwise, I'll treat you to a meal and assume that it's apologizing."

"No, it's all accidents..."

Zhao Ziruo said, holding the lunch box, he left in a panic, for fear that he would suffer another disaster when he stayed with Chen Feima for a while.

Looking at her slim back, the fat man sighed. He couldn't chase and entangle, and that would make people feel bored.

This episode happened. Chen Feima didn't have much intention to play football. When he returned to the dormitory, he sat down for a while, the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was noted "Student Guo". He felt guilty for no reason and hesitated for a few seconds before pressing to answer:

"Fatty, what do you mean?"

Chen Feima pretended to be confused and asked, "What's wrong... Could it be that the syrup I gave you had a problem?"

"It's not that, I heard from Ruoruo that you smashed her lunch box when you played football."

Guo Ai was angry and looked like a tone of indictment.

Chen Feima hurriedly said: "It's all accidents. I played football on the court, but I didn't know how to kick the ball away, but I ended up smashing classmate Zhao."

Guo Ai gritted her teeth: "You fat man can play football, who can you fool?"

Chen Feima shouted at Tianqu: "I'm sorry, I'm really playing football there."

Guo Ai snorted coldly: "Once it was an accident, twice? Humph, if I knew you were doing this on purpose and had a bad intention, I would like to find an opportunity to approach Ruruo, I will definitely ask you to look good."

This kind of thing has happened before, and even boys have spent their time directing and acting on their own, deliberately creating the bloody routine of "heroes saving beauty".

After hanging up the phone, Guo Ai asked Zhao Ziruo, who was sitting beside the bed: "Ruoru, are your hands okay?"

Zhao Ziruo surrendered: "Please, you have asked three times. I didn't break porcelain when I touched it. It's really okay. Also, this is just an accident. There is no need to call to train people specifically, they are all classmates."

Guo Ai said seriously: "When accidents happen one after another, it is questionable. Zhao Ziruo, I have to be responsible for you."

Zhao Ziruo blinked his big eyes: "I always feel that there are still many good people in this world."

Guo Ai shrugged: "I absolutely agree with the view that there are more good people than bad people. The problem is that although there are fewer bad people, if you accidentally spread one, your life may be ruined. This is the most terrifying thing."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziruo remained silent, and a look of sadness appeared on her face: She thought of her miserable mother who had met her miserable person!
Chapter completed!