I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 106 Siu~~ (Third update, please vote~)

"drop!"

"Goal! Class 1 scores first!"

These friendly matches between classes naturally don't have commentary; having a scoreboard and a fairly professional coach is already quite good.

Soon, the boys in Class 3 realized the gap between themselves and Class 1.

After all, with three specially trained school team players as the foundation, even if many of them are just filler players, their small-scale coordination is enough to dazzle these untrained opponents.

A simple two-on-one pass, a wall-hitting combination.

Or perhaps it's a clever over-the-top pass, which most people in Class 3 consider quite ingenious.

Soon, the opposing player wearing number nine scored the first goal. Less than five minutes had passed in the entire 45-minute match.

Miura Akihiko was still clapping his hands in the front field, shouting, "Stop messing around! If you can't stop him, he'll just follow them!"

Suzuki remained calm. "It's okay, everyone stay in your positions and trust your teammates. Pass the ball the moment you get it, don't panic!"

The morale of Class One over there was high, while Class Three was trying to adjust.

Suzuki felt like he was playing both the father and the mother. Putting aside how these people used their feet, the key point was that they were really soft.

They were all stumbling and unsteady when passing the ball; not a single one of them could even dribble the ball a few steps. They relied entirely on their own advancement and linking up play. In the end, they even had to pass the ball to Akihiko Miura.

The worst part is that this guy keeps being offside, is he some kind of Inzaghi?!
With great difficulty, he managed to deliver a brilliant through pass.

Miura Akihiko's speed is quite good; he can catch up with his own ball. But looking at the way he lifts his foot, Suzuki knows he's in trouble.

"boom!!"

Miura Akihiko delivered a powerful kick.
Are you going to poke me with your toe?!
He was kicked flying, and it was fortunate that no planes were flying over the stadium at that moment, otherwise he would have been startled by the high altitude.

"Oh no! Just a little bit more!!"

It's a real pity about Akihiko Miura.

Suzuki said irritably, "If you shoot like that, you'd be lucky to get one in ten shots in, okay? Tighten your calves and push with the inside of your foot or pull with the outside of your foot. Who taught you to poke with your toes?!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm getting into it!"

"Screw you, get back on defense! Get back on defense!!"

As the goalkeeper launched a long kick, the ball quickly fell to the feet of the opposing number 10 player. Suzuki was already consciously moving closer to the opponent, trying to slow down their advance.

Unexpectedly, number 10 launched a long ball, accurately finding number 7 who was quickly starting on the wing.

Against number seven, these defensive players were like nothing. With a slight shift of the shoulder and a body shake, he could shake them off and quickly cut inside with lightning speed.

Moreover, these teenagers, who don't play football often, weren't aware of how to stop him, and were even more afraid of tripping him up. So the only physical contact they had was pulling on each other's hands, and they didn't dare to use much force.

This is tantamount to letting the other party run rampant.

"Stop him!! Stop him!"

The goalkeeper shouted frantically.

The two defenders assigned by Suzuki lacked defensive awareness and could only instinctively move towards the number seven player, trying to block his path. However, they failed to realize that their subconscious focus on chasing the ball would leave their original assigned areas undefended.

Number Seven made a clean and precise diagonal pass.

The pass was perfectly placed at the feet of number nine, who had cut into the penalty area. In front of him was an open field, like a vast plain, with only the goalkeeper scrambling to get closer. The pass was so smooth that it required no adjustment, and number nine immediately took a shot.

"boom!"

The top left corner of the net was pushed out in a huge arc, like a small hill.

"drop!!"

"Goal stands! Class 1 leads 2-0!"

The ninth player who scored the goal took a running start, raised his hands, and jumped.

"Siu!!"

"Great!!"

"What kind of trash are these third-grade students? Do they even know how to play?"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! We didn't score a single goal, and less than a minute later we conceded one. Who is that number 11 from Class 3? It's practically a crime!"

"It's only been ten minutes, right? And it's already 2-0. Can we see double digits?"

"Two-digit number! Two-digit number!!"

For those who are just watching the spectacle, there's no particular stance; their only inclination is probably whether the color of the jersey matches their aesthetic preferences.

Apart from that, as long as there are goals, and a lot of goals, it's acceptable regardless of which side scores.

Of course, this is different for those who have their own stance and inclinations, such as Kazama Sakura and Sakuraba Yuki next to her.

Sakura Kazama was alright; she just found the boy's leisurely, slacking-off manner odd. Gen Tsukino was the type who either didn't do something at all, or he did it to the best of his ability. Why were they taking a walk?

A tribute to the King of Football?

Sakuraba Yuki's expression was clearly not so pleasant, especially since there was a middle-aged woman in uniform beside her.

"Oh dear, it's already 2-0 after only ten minutes. I'm really sorry, Sakuraba-sensei, my students just don't know their own strength."

The middle-aged woman looked quite apologetic, but the corners of her mouth were almost stretched to the corners of her eyes, and her tone made Sakuraba Yuki furious.

"It's just the beginning. Our students need some time to adjust."

Sakuraba Yuki tried to remain calm, despite feeling extremely guilty inside. Even though she didn't know much about football, she could see a clear gap in overall skill between the two sides. Moreover, her side didn't have a standout player like the other team's number nine.
and many more.

What is Tsukino Gen doing?

"Wow, that's a really cool celebration pose. Would it be embarrassing if I used that too?"

Miura Akihiko asked.

Suzuki was furious. "Can you at least kick that damn ball into the goal before bringing this up? If you can score, I'll take off your clothes, I'll even take off your pants!"

"Hey, don't rush, it's only 2-0. We often score 60 or 70 points in basketball. Keep passing it to me, I guarantee it'll go in."

"Screw you! Back off a bit, Tsukino, you come help too! Pass it to me as much as possible, I'll go in!"

Suzuki was really anxious. He had originally wanted to play as the attacking midfielder to link up the team. But after witnessing Miura Akihiko's footwork, he immediately abandoned that option, leaving him to play that role himself!

The ball was kicked off again. This time, after Suzuki passed it to Miura, he quickly moved forward, trying to tear apart the opponent's defense.

However, to everyone's surprise, Miura Akihiko was already entangled with someone after only a few steps, relying purely on his physical abilities to protect the ball.

Suzuki was getting increasingly anxious watching this. "Pass the ball!! Damn it!"

"Where should we send it?"

Miura Akihiko was covered in sweat. It was already difficult for him to protect the ball, and he also had to see where the opponent was before passing it to them. Wasn't that too much to ask of him?

At this moment, Number Nine stood casually next to Suzuki, seemingly keeping watch, but actually not focused at all, and even had the mood to joke, "Hey Suzuki, is this the soldiers you led? This is hilarious, why don't you surrender and lose half? Then we won't get you into double digits."

Suzuki was furious. "The competition has only just begun! Don't get too cocky!" "Oh dear!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Miura Akihiko stumbled, and the ball at his feet was intercepted.

Almost instantly, number 10, who had intercepted the ball, sped off. He relished the feeling; the moment he made the steal sent his adrenaline soaring to its peak, and he felt the strange sensation of the wind blowing across his body. At that moment, he felt invincible, the king of the court.

Oncoming defender?
Ha ha.

A deft, nutmeg pass that completely bypassed the opponent!

The backup defender on the left diagonal? Sorry, I just got right up to him, then precisely blocked his position and continued on my way!

He planned a brilliant long-distance raid, since the opponent was so weak that talking about teamwork would be a bit unfair; it would be better to perfectly showcase his individual abilities.

Just as he was about to cut into the penalty area and unleash a powerful shot after a long run, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and a strange unease welled up in his heart.

No, it's not a premonition! There's someone behind me!
Wait a minute, if I run this fast and leave all the defenders behind, who can catch up with the player with the ball at this moment? You know, chasing after a player with the ball when there is no ball on the football field is a very difficult and tiring thing.

How could anyone possibly catch up to me while I'm dribbling at high speed?!
But a distant sound has already appeared.

"Watch out! There's someone behind you!!"

Number 10 didn't even need a reminder to feel the heavy breathing behind him. It was like an adventurer who was about to clear a level suddenly feeling the terror of a big boss appearing behind him.

There's really no need to be afraid, after all, the average level of Class 3 is obvious to all.

Even if they catch up, so what?
"oops!"

Suddenly, his foot slipped through his fingers, and the ball slipped right past him.

Before he could react, the instinctive action he took was the method the coach often told them: whoever tries to steal the ball from you from behind is likely to commit a foul.

Don't worry about whether he touched the ball first or not, just jump in!

"thump!"

"Ouch! That's a foul! That's a foul!!"

So he rolled directly onto the grass.

Unfortunately, the whistle to stop the game did not sound.

He turned around in a panic and saw a back view with the number seven printed on it.

After losing possession of the ball, he immediately unleashed a powerful long kick!
The football drew a beautiful arc in the air above the field. It was not just pretty, nor was it the kind of high and slow kick that only beginners would do.

The falling speed was quite fast, and the landing point was...
"My ball!"

As if by telepathy, Suzuki could no longer control why the ball suddenly flew towards his half of the field; all he knew was that he absolutely could not miss the direction of its landing point!
In everyone's eyes, what just happened was actually quite exaggerated.

The number 10's movements with the ball were dazzling, his technique was outstanding, and his long-distance runs perfectly showcased individual heroism.

But the appearance of that handsome young man in the number seven jersey was like a stunning glimpse of beauty appearing out of nowhere. He sprinted from near the center circle with incredible speed, not only catching up with number ten but also cleanly stealing the ball.

Some people didn't even understand how this situation could have occurred.

But when the ball landed in front of Suzuki and he chased after it, the crowd on the sidelines couldn't help but get excited.

Sakuraba Yuki clenched both fists.

"go to hell!!"

"boom!"

Suzuki, at the perfect angle, slightly adjusted his stride and unleashed a powerful shot with the outside of his foot.

"clang!!"

The ball shot out like a cannonball, but it crashed heavily into the goalpost!

This kick startled the goalkeeper, who reacted quickly and swung his own leg forward.

Before Suzuki could even feel regret or lament his bad luck, cheers erupted from Class 1 behind him.

It was another three-man counter-attack. With a rapid advance, the ball was crossed in front of the goal, easily bypassing the goalkeeper. The number 10, who had missed a good chance earlier and was rolling on the ground, got up and put the ball into the goal.

It was another brilliant counterattack that lasted no more than thirty seconds.

"The goal stands!"

"Class 1 is leading Class 3-0!"

Just moments ago, Sakuraba Yuki was on edge, but now she felt a surge of excitement. Instantly, she loosened her fist, while the middle-aged woman beside her patted her chest.

"Oh my god, that was so scary! What a pity, Sakuraba-sensei! The ball didn't go in. Such bad luck! I feel so sorry for you."

Sakuraba Yuki was furious. She could accept losing, but she couldn't accept losing so badly.

Kazama Sakura had witnessed Tsukino Gen's performance just moments before, which could be considered a display of effort. However, she felt something was off, even though the score difference was already quite large and almost twenty minutes had passed.

But she always felt that it wouldn't end so easily with her being utterly defeated.

When will he finally show his talent? She wondered.

Asagiri Rin also witnessed that scene. She wasn't surprised at all. She wasn't particularly excited or felt much sense of collective honor when her class scored. However, she was also happy to see that boy suffer a crushing defeat.

He pretended to participate in the game, thinking something had really changed, but he looked the same as always, unwillingly doing things he didn't want to do. With such an attitude, what right did he have to lecture himself?

The students from Class 3 on the field had clearly lost all their momentum.

Especially the number 10 who had just scored, raising both hands, index fingers pointing to the sky, head held high in a wild celebration. It seemed to make them realize the insurmountable gap, and Suzuki, who had been so frustrated just moments before, seemed to have lost all fighting spirit.

Seeing this, even Akihiko Miura couldn't bear to say: "Your archery skills are just so-so."

He looked around in a daze. Although many people were silent, the atmosphere was no different from one of utter desolation.

Is it going to be smashed to pieces? Everyone's eyes were empty.

Some people were even checking their watches, seemingly wanting to know how much longer it would last; they didn't want to concede any more goals.

Whispers have begun.

"I should have known better than to participate, it would have been so embarrassing."

"What are we going to do with so many people watching? Are we really going to get kicked out in double digits?"

Just then, out of the corner of their eyes, both she and Kazama Sakura saw a figure standing up beside them.

It's Sakuraba Yuki.

She clenched her fists and shouted at the court.

"Don't give up! Only three balls, there's still a chance!! Go Class 3!"

……

I was having so much fun watching the King's Cup, but after watching the Nini Boys, I was so angry I almost fainted in my chair.

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