Blue Prison: I walk into the world as the devil

Hearing this laughter, everyone looked at Ye Liangqiu, thinking that he was sick.

Isn't it just intercepting a ball?

is it necessary?

But only Feng Le saw this scene, and his eyes were smiling like a crescent moon.

As the person who knew Ye Liang Qiu best, he had rarely seen Qiu in this state, no matter whether he participated in any competition before coming here.

Qiu was not interested at all. It seemed that for him, winning or losing against his opponents all depended on his mood.

This might be why Ye Liangqiu became excited.

In this blue prison, there are beings more powerful than him, and he can also see the expressions of these powerful beings when they are kicked to pieces by him.

At this moment, he finally no longer felt bored.

However, Jie Shiyi had no idea that his precise calculations had completely released a monster. All he had in mind at the moment was a shot.

He vaguely remembered what Ma Lang and Lei Shi had said just now.

Someone who doesn't even dare to shoot at goal is not worthy of being a striker...

He Jieshiyi is not a coward!

At this moment, Ma Lang had already caught up. He turned his head and looked Jie Shi in the face with a fierce gaze, sneering, "A rookie who can't even shoot at goal, you brought the ball here, are you planning to give it to me?"

But Jie Shiyi did not respond to him, and an astonishing aura seemed to burst out of his pupils.

Suddenly it stopped in place, before Malang could slow down and stop his body.

Jie Shiyi hooked the ball with one foot, and after the ball flew to a certain height, he volleyed it directly into the air with great force.

"Boom!"

The ball rushed towards the upper left corner of the goal and scored!

Jie Shiyi raised his left arm, was silent for two seconds, and then shouted out loud.

And all the players came running over.

At this moment, Jie Shiyi's gaze suddenly turned to Ye Liangqiu, and when he met that corrosive gaze, his original excitement immediately dissipated...

After all, this shot of his was equivalent to snatching the ball from Ye Liangqiu.

Seeing Ye Liangqiu approaching him, Jie Shiyi was about to apologize...

Ye Liangqiu smiled and said, "As expected... only here can a true monster be created. Xiao Shiyi, you are quite good."

"Did that shot just now predict that I would move?"

Jie Shiyi nodded blankly. He had never expected that Ye Liangqiu would come to him not to accuse him, but to ask this question.

"Hey... this point was won by Jie Shiyi."

"So what if he stole your ball? Isn't it still a goal?" The little monk saw Jie Shiyi, his fellow sufferer, being targeted by Ye Liangqiu, and thought it was because of the goal just now, although he was a little scared.

But he still rushed over immediately with an arrogant look on his face.

Ye Liangqiu didn't even glance at him, but continued to ask, "You were able to predict my actions in advance because of the feeling you had when you passed the ball to my feet at the beginning, right?"

Jie Shiyi frowned, "You know?"

Although he didn't know what that feeling was, he really had a pair of eyes on his back as others said, and he could always pay attention to what was happening on the court.

And in that state, he can easily judge where the ball will be passed to.

But sometimes it exceeds one's expectations.

For example, he thought the ball would go to Lei Shi, but he didn't expect it to be snatched away by Jiu Yuan She...

"Very good ability." Ye Liangqiu praised, and turned away with Jie Shiyi's doubts. But at the moment of turning around, his voice slowly rang out, "Jie Shiyi, if your next performance can't keep me interested."

"Then I will crush your dreams with my own hands."

Jie Shiyi shuddered all over, he knew that what came out of this guy's mouth was true.

The little monk snorted coldly, "Who does this guy really think he is?"

"Isn't it just two goals?"

"One day, I'll let him see how powerful I am."

But this sentence was immediately interrupted. Cheng Zaochahi checked his sneakers and said sarcastically, "You and him are not on the same level. If he gets serious, what will you have to do?"

"What did you say?"

It seemed that the two were about to quarrel.

Everyone also gathered around.

Lei Shi's face was full of dissatisfaction, but he was obviously still a little unhappy about the ball being snatched away. However, when he saw Jie Shiyi snatch Ye Liangqiu's ball, his mood immediately improved a lot.

Of course, Guo Shen and Qian Qi looked at each other. This guy was still cursing just now.

The game was almost over.

Now they just need to defend until the time runs out, and they will be considered to have defeated Team X...

"So the next ball...we..." Before Jie Shiyi could continue

Feng Le shrugged, "Don't worry about defending. Even if we concede a goal, our worst-case scenario is a draw."

"Instead of accepting a draw, why not create the miracle we just did?"

"Like, for example, intercepting Qiu's ball?"

Jie Shiyi gave a bitter laugh, "Please, that shot I just scored was just luck."

"Luck is also a part of strength." Feng Le said with a smile

The national god rubbed his hands together, "So we should keep attacking as we were just now?"

"I agree!" Lei Shi was the first to raise his hand in agreement. He felt so frustrated when playing football. Every time he was about to touch the ball, it was intercepted by others or snatched away.

He desperately needs a ball to rediscover his love for playing football.

[Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter. Even though Lei Shi has a bad temper, it seems like there's nothing wrong with what he says. After all, these people are all selfish and not any better!]

"Que Shi, I can already imagine that if the meat on Lei Shi's lips is snatched away in the next ball, I'm afraid this guy will stand on the court and start spitting!"

"Okay, then it's decided. We'll use the same method as before in the next game!" Jie Shiyi agreed.

At this moment, the starting whistle sounded.

Everyone returned to their respective positions.

Team X had just planned a strategy. It was obvious that both teams had completely entered the state, but their remaining physical strength should have reached the critical point.

In the end, this point will determine the final victory or defeat.

Ma Lang stood at the front of Team X and glanced at the score.

2: 3.

If he wants to win, he must at least score two goals in a short period of time... or score one goal to make it a draw, otherwise he will be the one with one foot in the abyss.

The veins on his forehead bulged at the thought.

"Everyone of you, pass the ball to me when you get it!"