Chapter 4 Passive Abilities

Looking at the long-distance pass coming, Han Dang cheered himself up secretly, and he must not miss the ball no matter what.

He stared at the ball while running towards the penalty area.

However, the defensive player next to him kept blocking him this time, competing with him for the landing point.

Even the defensive player jumped up first and met the flying ball.

Han Dang couldn't squeeze out a good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to stop the ball to press.

Unexpectedly, the ball made a slight arc in the air and hit Han Dang's chest directly!

"Eh? I'm standing at the landing point?"

Han Dang was shocked, and then ecstatic.

The defensive player didn't catch the ball, so naturally he couldn't stand as steady as him. Han Dang moved the football and rushed into the penalty area with a turn.

When the opponent turned back to chase him, Han Dang had left him three or four positions behind.

"Bang!" Han Dang didn't know whether he was too excited after the single-handed attack, or he didn't expect that he could be single-handed.

Facing the goalkeeper, he shot a shot straight into the stands.

"Fuck..."

The opponent's goalkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, while Han Dang knelt in front of the goal and pulled his hair.

"What a pity, this is a great opportunity."

"Can this ball hit an airplane?"

The stands were filled with regret.

At this point, Mo Qiong was completely sure that he had superpowers.

He kicked the ball directly at Han Dang's chest!

Because of the previous missed ball, he knew that if the landing point was chosen as the grass, then unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land before catching it, otherwise no matter how Han Dang blocked the ball in the air, the direction of the ball would be unexpected. Even if the ball was forcibly headed away, it was estimated that the ball would roll back to the point specified by Mo Qiong.

So in order to allow Han Dang to catch the ball, the landing point was simply set as Han Dang's chest.

As long as the ball reached the landing point, how it bounced, rolled, and moved afterwards was Newton's business.

Looking at Han Dang giving him a thumbs up in the distance, Mo Qiong smiled.

Although Han Dang's expression could not be seen clearly, it was expected that he must be extremely upset now.

If it were in the past, Mo Qiong would probably feel extremely sorry for missing two excellent passes. After all, this was too rare for his own skills, and he might not have such a chance in ten games.

But now he didn't feel anything at all, because he could have as many opportunities as he wanted.

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The sports school team threatened the Yanda team twice, but in turn, the Yanda team also threatened them twice.

This surprised the sports school team, especially Zhang Xin, who was eager to score.

"Their left side is the breakthrough point..."

"More involvement!"

"Look at my position..."

The sports school team began to get serious. For a while, Mo Qiong felt that the backcourt was in a state of panic. Their defenders were torn into chaos by multiple passes and receptions.

"Completely suppressed..." Mo Qiong's vision was too broad and his ability to read the game was very strong.

He shouted many times in front of the goal line to point out the defensive loopholes, commanded the joint defense, and saved several defensive crises.

In fact, if he didn't know how to dribble, he would be very good as a defender or midfielder.

The coach had hoped many times that he could practice dribbling and passing quickly, and wanted him to play as a defensive midfielder, but Mo Qiong was not interested.

He joined the football club just for credits. He had been practicing hand skills since he was a child, and he didn't want to spend more time practicing the skills of kicking the ball.

"Bang!"

There was chaos in the penalty area, and a shot suddenly appeared.

In the past, Mo Qiong was very annoyed by the situation where more than a dozen people were in the penalty area and blocked his vision.

But now, he only needs to think about one thing when guarding the goal: touch the ball.

Touching the ball and blocking the shot are two concepts, but now they are the same thing for him.

No matter what kind of shot, as long as Mo Qiong reacts quickly, uses his excellent trajectory judgment, and desperately reaches out to touch the ball, the shot is equivalent to being confiscated.

After 30 minutes, he blocked high, dodged left and right, and saved nine shots on target.

For him, there were several times when he finally touched the ball, which was extremely thrilling.

But to others, he seemed to be in a heroic state, like a goal line guardian. All the shots were blocked steadily by him, or simply photographed and held in his arms.

Unless the close-up slow-motion playback is played back, no one knows that Mo Qiong only touched the ball. The observer will subconsciously infer the opponent's operation based on the result. This is the logical judgment of the human brain.

No one knows that for Mo Qiong, as long as he touches the ball, hits the ball and shoots the ball, the second and third steps all depend on his mood.

In these nine saves, he chose to confiscate the shot five times.

Because these five times, Han Dang had a chance alone in the opponent's half.

Mo Qiong shot the ball and then made a big kick, directly looking for Han Dang.

This terrible pass across half the field was as accurate as a scalpel cutting open the heart.

It created four more single-handed opportunities for Han Dang.

Unfortunately, even if he didn't shoot the plane, the four shots were too straight and failed to score.

The stands were excited several times and sighed several times.

But this was a very satisfying performance, even though the situation was very difficult to watch.

Zhang Xin's statement that he would score in ten minutes had already been refuted.

He was sweating profusely and shot seven times with great effort, and there were two passes in the penalty area that could have been assists, but he just couldn't break through the goal guarded by Mo Qiong.

He was a little too excited and wanted the midfield to create opportunities for him.

"How can it be that he is in such good condition? He will definitely make a mistake!" Zhang Xin said.

But the midfielder hurriedly said: "The first half is about to end, be more steady, this goalkeeper has something..."

"His long pass was too threatening to us, so the coach asked us to hold on at halftime."

Zhang Xin sighed and looked at Mo Qiong, who was standing in front of the goal line, a little unwillingly.

His words of experience seemed useless to Mo Qiong, and his state was so heroic that it made people despair.

If they were just guarding the goal, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the ultra-long-distance passes during counterattacks always cut through their defense like precise guidance, which was terrifying.

The first half was coming to an end, and the sports school slowed down its offensive.

The Yan team was also very satisfied with the end of the half, and started to control the ball in the backcourt, but it was only half a half.

After a few minutes of back and forth, Han Dang also knew that the first half was about to end. In addition, he was very tired and did not look for space, so he walked slowly in the middle and frontcourt to wait for time.

The situation instantly changed from a fierce confrontation to a boring delay, with both sides wanting to wait for the first half to end.

Mo Qiong was also happy. Most of his thoughts were not on the game, but on his own abilities.

Due to this boredom, most people in the stands began not to pay attention to the game again.

Only the fat man desperately wanted to talk to the girls and was still trying his best to explain.

"Number 21 passes to Number 66."

"The forward of the sports school team pressed hard and the ball was passed."

"Our team is passing the ball in the backcourt, uh... and still passing the ball back..."

"The pass has passed half time! Uh... keep passing back..."

"The ball comes to the feet of captain Wang Xiong. He is kicking back and forth with the central defender, back and forth... uh... this..."

The fat man became weaker and weaker as he spoke, and his voice became lower and lower.

"No. 12 pressed the ball. Wang Xiong passed the ball back to the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper continued to tip... tip... tip... eh? No, this is a long pass! The ball speed is very slow, and Han Dang's reaction is also slow. He is chasing The ball...can't catch up, this ball...this ball is scored?"

The fat man suddenly stood up, his voice suddenly rising to an eighth tone at the end.

"It's in, it's in! It's No. 1! No. 1 scores!"

The people in the stands were also shaken by the scream and looked towards the goal. Sure enough, in front of the sports school goal, their goalkeeper fell to the ground facing the goal and stared at the ball in the goal frame in complete confusion.

The referee was stunned for a moment and looked at the linesman. The linesman signaled that it was a good goal. The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the midfield. The goal was valid. Yanda team 1:0 Sports School team.

"Did our team score?"

"Who shot it?"

"Number one! It's number one!"

"Who is number one?"

"Idiot, No. 1 is the goalkeeper!"

"Holy shit! Did the goalkeeper score a goal?"

Everyone realized that this was not an ordinary goal, but the goalkeeper kicked the ball from his own penalty area into the opposite goal.

This was a shot that could only be seen on video. They didn't expect it to happen next to them this time.

Everyone thought that the first half was over, but they didn't expect that their team's defecation in the backcourt was just an illusion, causing their opponents to relax their vigilance.

In the end, the goalkeeper stood up and suddenly kicked the goal from a long distance, scoring directly.

"Smoking is awesome!"

"Goalkeeper 666!"

"Oooo!"

Thunderous celebrations erupted in the football field, and the men in the stands who loved their school teams were frantically slapping anything they could.

They came here mentally prepared for their school team to be brutally beaten, but they didn't expect that they would now be in the lead.

The unexpected surprise was even more exciting. The cheers resounded throughout the stadium and could even be heard by people outside the stadium.

Mo Qiong watched blankly as his teammates rushed towards him, and he was also very confused.

"Awesome Moqiu, your kick is too strong!"

"It's very spiritual. We stepped down and made them relax their vigilance!"

Teammates were talking one after another, and Wang Xiong was even more pleased that he got an assist inexplicably.

It was he who was forced to pass back to Mo Qiong in a panic. This was originally a backhand to delay time, but in the end, Mo Qiong scored directly, and the backhand immediately became an assist.

"Uh..." Mo Qiong looked at his crazy teammates stiffly, a little afraid to speak.

Can he say that he just stopped the ball?

Yes, he was just stopping the ball and ended up stopping the ball into the opposite goal.

He didn't want to score a goal at all, his mind was thinking about his ability and waiting for the time to run out.

Because of his lack of concentration, he was a bit unable to recover when faced with Wang Xiong's sudden return pass. At the same time, Wang Xiong's return pass was too bad, too high and too fast, just like a shot.

He was caught off guard and just wanted to stop the ball, but he inadvertently thought about the opponent's goal.

Sometimes it is difficult for people to control their thoughts, especially when they are not focused. He does not strongly specify a goal subjectively, but this ability directly locks the goal in his subconscious mind.

As a result, the ball was stopped and turned into an earth-shattering shot.

"My ability... is passive!"

Mo Qiong realized that every time he kicked the ball, he would definitely specify the landing point. No matter where the landing point was, it could not be left out.

All the objects he personally 'shot' had to be determined by his thoughts to hit the target, every time!

It’s impossible to just let nature take its course, and it’s impossible to let nature take its course.

He can only figure it out by himself. If he doesn’t do it subjectively, he just does it subconsciously!

This is actually a passive ability that he cannot turn off...unless he completely loses consciousness.

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