Female President's Ace Soldier

While Nangong Lin was talking to Ma Minghui, a middle-aged man in sportswear not far away kept waving his hands and shouted anxiously at Zhang Shicong, "Shicong, don't rush to attack, you have already been stared at by the other party. Damn it, hurry back to defense!"

On the court, I saw Zhang Shicong circling around, but still couldn't escape the attack of the opponent's three players. The football under his feet was quickly snatched by the opponent's No. [-] player; the originally excited stands suddenly became very excited. The slump is depressed, and even the commentator who had been chattering endlessly in the first half has stopped explaining now.

In the center of the south stand, there are several men in suits and ties sitting. Among them, the two men sitting in the center are both in their 50s and [-]s. The difference is that the man on the right is slightly bald and tall. He is short and has a fat body. He is the president of the Fukuda Chamber of Commerce and the ambassador of the Japanese Consulate in the East China Sea, Yuichi Fukuda. The man sitting on the left has a back-cut hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looks like a scholar. On the left chest of his suit is the school badge of Tunghai University. He is Sun Guodong, the president and secretary of the party committee of Tunghai University.

"Mr. Fukuda, Kawashima-kun has the ball again! It looks like he's going to shoot again!"

Sitting behind Fukuda Yuichi, a mustache saw that No. [-] suddenly snatched the ball from Zhang Shicong's feet, and immediately laughed triumphantly.

Fukuda Yuichi secretly glanced at Sun Guodong with a dark face, nodded with a sinister smile, "Yeah——with Kawashima-kun's strength, there is no problem with scoring another goal, but I don't know if he will consider it." The other party feels sorry for the face and is merciful!"

"Hey - Kawashima-kun deliberately kicked the ball to No. [-] Hideyoshi-kun, it seems that he doesn't bother to attack anymore!" The character mustache commented gloatingly behind his back again.

As the saying goes, "people's words are terrible", the front principal Sun Guodong and the vice principal Li Deming were very angry when they heard this. However, facing the current situation, they couldn't even find a word of rebuttal, so they could only stare blankly. ;Actually, faced with such an embarrassing score on the court, Sun Guodong wanted to go to the bathroom a few times and left the table angrily, but he was worried that the other party would say that Tunghai University not only lost the game but also lost the national integrity, so he forced himself to sit. down.

"The game should be over in 10 minutes. It seems that I can call the logistics department and ask them to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and reward Kawashima-kun and the others!" Fukuda Yuichi pretended to be fumbling in his suit pocket He took out an antique-style pocket watch and looked at it, then answered blankly again.

Mustache hurriedly volunteered, "Mr. Fukuda, let me call—"

"Mr. Fukuda, there is an old saying in China - 'Look who has the last laugh'. Didn't you say it too? There are still 10 minutes to the end of the game. It's not certain who will win!"

Whether there is a fight or not, the momentum must be enough!So Sun Guodong turned his face slightly, and glanced at Old Futian with an almost mocking tone.

Fukuda laughed and said, "Mr. Principal, even if the champion is here, I'm afraid your school's team will not be able to recover? Are you exaggerating a bit?"

"Maybe what I said was exaggerated, maybe there will be a miracle?" Sun Guodong was not at all inferior.

The mustache behind couldn't help but sneered again, "There will definitely be no miracles today!"

"I heard that the sport of football was originally called Cuju, and it originated in your country?" Yuichi Fukuda smiled slightly, and looked at Sun Guodong with a gentle face, but in fact he took ten thousand sharp arrows.

Sun Guodong naturally knew the sarcasm the old guy wanted to express, so he just nodded and sighed, "Yeah——"

"I heard that your school team is still one of the best teams in the college student league?"

Futian's meaning is actually very obvious. Your awesome team was defeated by a business team from our chamber of commerce. It shows how bad your Huaxia football is.

"The situation on the football field is ever-changing. There is no such thing as a permanent strong team! Italy is considered a strong team, but in the World Cup in 02, it was not killed by XX country. Can you say that XX country is the best team?" Is it better than Italy? I believe that Mr. Fukuda has heard about that World Cup, and I don’t need to tell you the inside story, right?” Vice-principal Li Deming saw Yuichi Fukuda’s complacent look and wanted to beat him up, but he himself Without that strength, it is also inconvenient to make a move, so the only way to retort is through words.

Fukuda Yuichi naturally understood what Li Deming meant, and laughed, "Today's game is on your country's stadium. Your team should be regarded as the home court, right? Could there be something like blowing the H whistle?"

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Li Deming was speechless for a moment, and Sun Guodong's face darkened for a while. At this moment, the two of them only hoped for God's blessing in their hearts. Don't let those guys from the Futian team score again, or they will be ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house.

Time is passing in the agony of the majority of fans.

Many spectators who couldn't stand it had already got up and left angrily. Fortunately, these spectators were all qualified university teachers and students, otherwise they might have spit on the court and threw mineral water bottles.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see!"

Seeing that the ball that Zhang Shicong had just got was broken by the opponent's No. [-] player, Nan Gonglin was also "unintentionally" kicked to the ground by the No. [-] guy, and she lost the courage to keep watching. She threw this sentence to Ma Minghui I just want to ask him to leave with me.

Ma Minghui looked at Zhang Shicong, who was lying on the grass with grinning mouth, and muttered to himself, "Zhang Shicong, the second generation ancestor, played really badly. If I play, it will definitely not be the current situation!"

"Cut - you can play football? Let's play!" Nangong Lin gave Ma Minghui a contemptuous look.

Ma Minghui said solemnly, "I only know if it's a mule or a horse that goes out for a walk!"

"Are you capable of turning the tide? If you have that ability, I'll let you play right away!" Seeing Ma Minghui's serious face, Nangong Lin immediately became excited like a chicken blood.

Not far away, because No. [-] player's back shovel was too large, the referee drew out a yellow card as a warning.

The mustache in the stands immediately expressed dissatisfaction, "That No. [-] must have flopped just now, right? I didn't expect that Tunghai University couldn't afford to lose—"

"Ahem!" Fukuda coughed coldly twice on purpose, "Let's just treat it as a real fall. I think even if Hideyoshi-kun is sent off, there will be no suspense in this match."

This is Chi Guoguo's ridicule and demonstration again. Both Sun Guodong and Li Deming kept their faces stern and silent.

In a corner of the court, Ma Minghui walked towards Zhang Shicong who was carried to the edge of the court to check his injuries, while Nan Gonglin ran towards the head coach of the school team not far away. I don’t know what she said to the coach surnamed Du. That Coach Du Soon, he ran towards Ma Minghui and Zhang Shicong in small steps.

Zhang Shicong looked at the blue sky, sweating profusely, and it was hard to express his grief and indignation; as the captain of the school team who was admired by thousands of girls, not only did he not play a role in turning the tide today, but he was overwhelmed by the opponent. It was extremely sad; especially at this time when he saw Ma Minghui approaching with a pockmarked face, he gritted his teeth, "Damn it, why haven't you left yet, are you here to see me making jokes?"

"Are you still fighting?"

"Can't you Chinese afford to lose?"

On the side, No. [-] Hideyoshi and No. [-] Kawashima of the Futian Chamber of Commerce saw that the referee did not blow the horn to let the game continue, so they sneered at Zhang Shicong and several players around him.

Ma Minghui gave the two guys a middle finger and shouted loudly, "Little XX, don't be crazy, I'll see grandpa come up to teach you how to play football later."

"idiot!"

Hideyoshi cursed loudly, staring at Ma Minghui while clenching his fists, Kawashima suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the kid, "Hideyoshi-kun, keep your demeanor! Don't let these people gossip about us, we XX country But a state of etiquette."

"Humph--"

Hideyoshi glared at Ma Minghui, and also gave him a middle finger.

Ma Minghui smiled contemptuously, lowered his head and asked Zhang Shicong, "Do you want me to avenge you and trample all these bastards under your feet?"

"Tch, you make it sound like you're amazing!" Da Zhang, who was also wearing the No. [-] jersey, cast a contemptuous look at Ma Minghui.

Zhang Shicong, wearing the No. [-] jersey and the captain's armband, gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck you, don't pretend to be a good person for me here. I just want to ask, do you know how football is played?"

"do not know!"

Ma Minghui shook his head, hehe said, "But I know how to knock down the opponent without fouling, and then head the football into their goal."