Chapter 900 Ye Mo: I Really Know a Little Bit!

"My game is bad? Haha! Joke! Do you know who I am? You are blind, you can't read the word Hwaseong, right!"

"If I'm rotten, the whole country will have few interests!"

Yang Dazhi laughed angrily.

"That's right! Are we blind? We are from Hwaseong, professional players who play U20. Dazhi is our captain. His level is comparable to those of the stars. If you can go to the national Olympic team, do you say it? sharp!"

The man next to him shouted, only to think that this little white face is really ridiculous, and he dares to laugh at the people in Huacheng who play bad football.

"What's wrong with Hwaseong! Is it amazing! In the whole football world, are there still people who can play football!"

Ye Mo said disdainfully.

"It is! It is!"

Aside, Huang Yi clings to He Dao with a look of contempt, "It's all rotten!"

Although she doesn't watch football and doesn't know much about it, she has heard of the virtues of domestic football. It's a shame to lose anyone who plays!

There are also these two guys, who say they are professional players. They blow themselves up very much, but their behavior is sloppy. They don't train well, come to college, and harass female students. Can such people play the ball well!

"You...you..."

The man's face turned red all of a sudden, and he wanted to argue, but Leng couldn't say a word.

"Hoo! You can, come on! Can you kick! If you can't kick, keep your mouth shut!"

Yang Dazhi shouted coldly.

"I really know a little bit!" Ye Mo grinned and smiled.

"yes?"

Yang Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Listening to what this guy means, he has also played football! However, it should be the kind of college competition in the university, it can't be higher, that is the level of playing at home, kicking and playing, this guy won't really think that he can compare with professional players!

This man is a joke!

"Let's make a gesture? Let me see how talented you are!"

He raised his face, defiantly.

It just so happened that the ball missed just now, and the fire in his heart was nowhere to be spread. With his gestures, he was able to let out a good breath and clean up this little white face!

"Okay!"

Ye Mo nodded happily.

Seeing him so happy, Yang Dazhi was startled again, with a look of astonishment.

This guy is not an ordinary self-confidence!

See if I don't take care of you well!

He sneered to himself, a wicked look flashing across his face.

"Ha ha!"

The man behind him was stunned for a moment, and then, he laughed out loud, this guy really dared to agree! It's really overpowering!

What level are their captains?

In the same age group, they are considered to be the strongest in the country. The future big star, such an amateur guy, is not qualified to carry shoes for the captain. The level is 108,000 miles worse!

"Cousin, you..."

Huang Yiyi stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Mo's sleeve, frowning, worried.

Wasn't my cousin fooled? When people were excited, why did he agree? How could he be a professional? Cousin is not. Maybe he played in college before, but it's been a long time.

Don't you want to be ashamed if you really compare with others!

"fine!"

Ye Mo smiled and comforted.

"OK then!"

Huang Yiyi pursed her lips and did not persuade any more.

My cousin is not a professional, so I won't lose face if I lose.

"How do you plan?"

Ye Mo laughed.

"Does the goalkeeper meet? You come to defend, I'll kick, ten goals, when the kick is over, I'll defend, you kick, and see who scores more." Yang Dazhi pondered for a while and sneered.

Let this guy guard the goal, and he will have a chance to repair this thing properly. When the time comes, he will greet this handsome face with a ball, how happy it will be!

Thinking of this guy's blue nose and swollen face, he felt extremely proud.

The ball missed just now, but it was an accident. After a while, this guy put a pestle in the middle of the goal, how can he still miss such a big target?

"Okay!"

Ye Mo nodded.

This idiot!

Yang Dazhi laughed secretly, waved again, turned around and walked towards the goal.

"What? That guy wants to compare with the captain?"

"He...where did he get his confidence!"

Others gathered around, and when they heard this, they burst out in an uproar, completely unable to believe it.

Comparing an amateur with their professional is a joke in itself, not to mention, he is a master like the captain!

Then, they all looked at each other, pointed and sneered a few times, their expressions were extremely disdainful, and they took it as a joke.

"You wait here!"

Ye Mo turned around, said to Huang Yiyi and the two, and then walked towards the goal.

"Yiyi, your cousin, is he good at playing football?"

Looking at his back, Jiang Shiyunyu clenched her hands tightly, a little nervous and worried.

"I... I don't know! It's alright! My cousin is not a professional football player, so he's not ashamed as that guy." Huang Yiyi comforted.

"Um!"

Jiang Shiyun responded in a low voice, her beautiful eyes fixed on the back.

Arriving in front of the goal, Ye Mo stood still, unbuttoned his shirt on his wrist, stroked it up, and then shook his hand slightly, moving a little.

"Hello! Are you ready?"

That Yang Dazhi had already set the ball, and stood there with his hands on his hips, proudly.

Ye Mo stretched out his hand and made a move at him.

"It's quite dragging!"

Yang Dazhi immediately sneered.

Behind, a group of teammates also burst into laughter.

That little white face seems to have a good tone and is quite cool, but it's just a bit of a snort now, and he will be abused by the captain later, don't cry father and mother, it's good to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Yang Dazhi took a deep breath and took a few steps back, his eyes narrowed, staring at the handsome face in front of the goal.

After a few steps on the run, with a bang, the ball under his feet shot out, whistled, and went straight to the middle of the goal.

There was a sneer on his face. The strength of a professional player's feet is not something that amateurs can withstand, not to mention that this guy is not wearing gloves. Even if he can react and catch the ball, his hand will be injured.

If you can't catch it, it's a face injury.

No matter what, this guy will get hurt and be in a state of embarrassment.

Benedict!

A soft sound.

His face also froze, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze, and his eyes slowly widened and stared, full of disbelief.

He seemed to be suspicious, and he dazzled his eyes, blinked hard, and stared again.

However, his expression remained the same.

In his sight, the ball froze and was firmly caught by a pair of hands, but the guy didn't move at all, even his expression didn't change, and he didn't have the slightest embarrassment he imagined.

It was as if the ball was easy to catch.

But how is this possible?

He had already used 80-90% of his strength for the ball just now. If he didn't wear gloves, even a professional goalkeeper would have a hard time taking it.

In the rear, the group of team members who were sneering and waiting to see the joke were also stunned, unable to believe their eyes.