Chapter 901 Yang Dazhi's Despair

"Wow! I caught it! Cousin, you have a lot of interests!"

Outside the court, Huang Yiyi, who was holding her breath, jumped up and cheered.

The jade man on the side sighed with relief, and a heart that jumped to his throat also fell back, and then there was a touch of joy in the clear and beautiful eyes.

"Bravo!"

She followed with a sigh, a tone of admiration.

She has always felt that Cousin Yiyi is the kind of person who is very artistic. He has extraordinary talents in singing, musical instruments, and painting. He should not be good at sports such as football.

His opponent is a professional player, and he can take the ball effortlessly, which shows how powerful he is.

Hearing the cheers from the side, Yang Dazhi finally recovered his senses, his face flushed all of a sudden, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He actually missed it!

His shot from a professional player was caught by an amateur guy. How embarrassing he would be if it passed out!

It seems that this guy has a lot of strength! In good shape!

He secretly said that the reason he would be able to take the ball was due to this guy's physique.

This guy looks very polite, but he is tall and may exercise all year round. It is still possible to catch this ball, and he didn't use all his strength just now.

"It's a bit of a skill!"

He took the ball that was thrown back and hummed, "Just now, I haven't used my full strength! Next, you have to be careful!"

As he said that, he sneered, set the ball up, stepped back step by step, took ten steps back, then stopped, took a deep breath, and started to run.

Bang!

He kicked out fiercely, using all his strength. The football shot out, turning into a black shadow, almost impossible to catch, and went straight to the opponent's face.

You can't catch this ball!

He snorted coldly, confident.

This shot, he did his best. If he hit this kick, it would make this guy's face bloom and the bridge of his nose would be broken. No.

The people watching from the rear also showed a bit of excitement and anticipation.

They could see that the captain of the team used all his strength.

Benedict!

The next moment, there was another soft sound, and there was no scream as they had imagined.

The ball that exploded firmly landed in the slender, white palms, and the incredible thing was that the hands didn't even tremble, and the figure was even more solid as a rock, with traces of silk. Not moving.

"This……"

All of a sudden they screamed, as if they had seen a ghost.

Is this guy's hand made of iron? Will it not hurt?

Without frowning, he easily took the ball!

Even the top goalkeepers in the professional league have no such ability!

"No...impossible!"

Yang Dazhi stood still again, with a look of despair on his face.

He was a little suspicious of himself, didn't he use his strength just now? Are you still dreaming?

"Would you like to have some dinner, come again?"

Ye Mo sneered, threw the ball lightly, and threw it back.

"you……"

Yang Dazhi glared angrily, almost not blowing his lungs out of anger.

This guy is laughing at him, he has no strength!

He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead burst, but he was embarrassed and embarrassed.

After taking a deep breath, he placed the ball, thought for a moment, and then decided to change his strategy. Since it is impossible to fix this guy, he will give up and score a few more goals to humiliate this guy.

This guy doesn't know what's going on, he's a bit wicked, looks very polite, and his hands are white, but he can catch a ball with such a powerful force, but if he uses his skills, this guy is no match.

He is still very confident in his shooting skills.

Among the U20s, he is one of the best shooters.

Taking a few steps back, he was running again. When he got close, he lifted his foot to shoot, and he deliberately shook it to confuse the opponent. He pretended to shoot to the left, but what he could shoot was to the right.

He was almost overjoyed when he saw the opponent's figure being confused by him and swung to the left.

However, the next moment, he only felt a chill all over his body, like falling into an ice cellar.

That figure, like a ghost, flashed to the right, and with both palms, caught the ball firmly.

Yang Dazhi froze, like a stone sculpture, his face was full of extreme horror and unbelievable color, and then the blood color gradually faded, revealing a bit pale and gray.

He still caught the ball!

It's already the third one!

How could this guy's reaction be so fast, it's almost terrifying!

Such power and reaction, he has never seen in domestic football before!

Is he a professional?

impossible!

I've never seen it or heard of it, it can't be a professional, but if it's an amateur, isn't it a genius, a monster?

He stood there, his face gradually dignified.

The group of people behind them were also silent, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"Catch it again!"

"pretty!"

Outside the court, Huang Yiyi cheered again.

"Isn't that Jiang Xiaohua! Who is the gatekeeper? What does it have to do with them?"

"I don't know! It looks very good. I have received three goals. Those people are professional, from Hwaseong! The shooter is called Yang Dazhi. Their captain, one of the new generation players, is quite famous."

Many people from all over the world gathered around and talked a lot.

Bang!

Another ball!

Ball after ball!

Outside the field, there were exclamations and cheers, but in the field, there was a dead silence, and Yang Dazhi's face was already decadent, pale, and in a trance.

No matter what tricks he comes up with or how tricky he kicks, he will be followed steadily.

Soon, he became impatient and anxious, and two more goals were taken easily.

His body trembled, and he almost sat down.

He couldn't believe it, and he couldn't accept it. With his own strength, against an amateur guy, he took nine shots in a row, and he didn't score a single goal. This is a shame!

Bang!

Another ball.

Looking at the hands, he took it steadily again, and he finally despaired, his body trembled, and he sat down in a slump. The whole person was as if his soul had been drawn, sluggish, numb, like a walking corpse.

Behind him, a group of people were equally pale.

Outside the venue, the atmosphere was a little boiling, and there was a commotion.

"This... what's going on?"

At this time, in a corner of the stadium, two middle-aged men walked out together, and when they saw this scene from a distance, they were startled.

"What else is going on, of course, I'm cheering for my group of boys!" A man in a blue shirt on the left suddenly laughed, very proud and proud.

He is Hwaseong, the coach of the U20 team, Gao Jianye.