Chapter 27: Class 17 of High School Year 1 VS Class 17 of High School Year 2 Football Match
Class 7 of High Grade One kicked off, and the regular match immediately showed the technical gap between the two teams.
The game started with a fierce confrontation. Class 7 of Grade 1 was completely suppressed by Class 7 of Grade 2 in terms of physique, strength and technique...
The passing and receiving of Class 7, Grade 2 are more skilled, and the cooperation is higher than that of Class 1. Zhu Ting started the game for a full five minutes, except for the initial kick-off when she touched the ball with her skin, but didn't even touch the ball hair once. The ball was always spinning in their own half court...
At the 10-minute mark, after a prolonged scramble in the penalty area of Class 7, Grade 1, the ball was finally cleared by Da Jiao! Zhu Ting again firmly held off an opponent who was tightly marking her and managed to wrestle the ball away. Due to Class 7, Grade 2's relentless pressure on Class 7, Grade 1's fierce attack, their formation had changed from the initial 4-4-2 to a 2-4-4, with only two defenders left behind near the midfield line...
Zhu Ting again turned around and shook off a defender who was tightly marking her midfielder, quickly dribbling the ball towards the opponent's half court...
Two high school students from Class 7 simultaneously came up to intercept! Zhu Ting dodged them with a quick move and continued to charge towards the opponent's goal. Against the tall defender, Zhu Ting, who had played as a forward for over ten years, was very clever, absolutely not using physical confrontation, but instead relying on speed and agility, which was the most fatal weakness of the physically strong players - their slow reaction time. The two defenders were hot on her heels, but Zhu Ting had already entered the opponent's penalty area, the goalkeeper of Class 7 didn't know whether to come out or stay put, hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ting...
One to zero! The disadvantaged Class 17 of Senior High School is temporarily leading.
Zhu Ting walked calmly back to her own half of the court, while her teammates were ecstatic, as if they had just won the championship, hugging and screaming with excitement...
Outside the stadium, a large number of girls from both classes had gathered unknowingly, forming two big crowds. The girls from Class 7 of Grade One saw that their class had scored a goal and they chirped excitedly like little sparrows, jumping up and down.
The girls in Class 7 of High School were very calm, whispering to each other about something. Zhu Ting vaguely heard: "Is it that boy who scored the goal?" "Yes, yes, yes, it's that boy who scored the goal." A group of girls surrounded Feng Chenchen and chattered away, while Feng Chenchen blushed and quietly looked at Zhu Ting...
Boys' competitions are not that important to girls. Girls just like watching boys running around, the result doesn't matter.
The boys were different, the lagging Class 7 of Grade 2 made adjustments in time, adding a midfielder to the back, and Zhu Ting was almost out of space to take the ball with three people sandwiching him...
Even so, Class 7 of High School still can't breathe, with rough footwork, it's hard to deliver a threatening ball of quality.
At last, after shooting at the door twenty or thirty times, Class 27 of Grade 2 broke through with a chaotic shot in front of the door and scored a goal.
Five minutes before class ended, the game was tied at one all.
This time it was the turn of the second-year high school boys, and the girls celebrated, although not as crazy as the first year's seventh class, but the momentum of the second year's seventh class was even stronger.
The players on the court of Class 7, Grade 2 High School encouraged each other: "One more, one more!"
A girl under the court shouted: "Come on, Class 7 of Grade 2!"
The girls in Class 7 of Senior Grade One were also stimulated and loudly cheered on the boys in their class.
In the last five minutes, the physical strength of the boys in Class 7 of High School Grade 1 had been severely depleted. The defending side must have spent more physical energy than the attacking side, not to mention the technical gap, and often need to counter-robbery, while Class 7 of High School Grade 2 can often break through in a small range with cooperation.
Time is passing minute by minute, second by second, the scene has become unbearable, just like a Shaolin soccer match, a group of people are surrounding the goal of Class 7 of High School Grade 1, launching a crazy attack, losing the ball is only a matter of time...
The ball went out of bounds, and Zhu Ting quickly retreated to pick up the ball. At this moment, Zhu Ting seemed to be possessed by Ronaldo, continuously dribbling past the opponent's defense, and after passing six people, she entered the penalty area of Class 27 of High School!
Facing the goalkeeper who came out, Zhu Ting gently tapped the ball again and gently sent it into the empty goal.
The bell rang after class...
The final score was 2-1, and Class 17 of High School No. 1 won miraculously...
All the boys on the field in Class 7 of High School, including Zhu Tingyou, fell to the grass on the football field, really exhausted. The school's football field is a regular competition field, and adults are struggling to keep up, let alone young children who have just developed?
At this time, the door of Class 7 in Grade 2 had a dispute with the defender. Zhu Ting was too lazy to listen again. Students just love to shirk responsibility, and it seems that whoever's voice is louder, their responsibility is smaller.
Zhu Ting lay on the grass again, with her four legs facing upwards and gazing at the sky. The refreshing feeling after a long-awaited exercise was really great!
A beautiful little head appeared in Zhu Tingyu's line of sight, Feng Chenchen supported her knees and looked at Zhu Tingyu on the ground: "Ah, are you okay?"
Zhu Ting smiled and sat up: "It's okay, just rest for a while and it'll be fine. It's been a long time since I've had such intense exercise."
Zhu Ting noticed that Feng Chenchen was wearing a blue denim mini skirt today, with a snow-white cotton T-shirt and a cartoon cat jumping on her chest. Under the thin clothes, her full and firm breasts were lightly trembling with each breath. The short skirt showed off her plump and rounded buttocks, which curved upwards in a beautiful arc, and Zhu Ting could see her white underwear from his angle. Her long and slender legs were not wearing stockings, and her pale thighs were radiant. A pair of black small leather shoes, delicate and dainty. A youthful aura surrounded her entire body, but the fresh and innocent charm of the girl had a kind of enchanting temptation to it.
Feng Chen handed over a fragrant handkerchief, "Wipe your sweat."
Zhu Ting smiled and wiped her face with her own sleeve. "No need, I'm so dirty, I'd get your handkerchief all dirty."
Feng Chenchen wanted to say something, but at this time Lin Shiwen walked over and said "Zhu Ting is using mine again." She also handed over a fragrant handkerchief. Everyone was watching the three of them...
Everyone watched this play with complex emotions, waiting for the ending of the story...
It seems even more eye-catching than during the competition, because people from both classes roughly understand the subtle relationship between the three of them, and everyone is waiting with bated breath...
Zhu Ting's days were no longer easy, gazing at the two fragrant handkerchiefs in front of her, she really wanted to cry...
A thousandth of a second later, Zhu Ting let out another sigh and took over both handkerchiefs. "My face is big, two pieces are not enough..."
The two women glared at Zhu Ting again and then glared at each other, before stomping their feet and walking away...
Wang Peng and Tai Jian rushed up: "Wow, Zhu Ting is so awesome again today! Winning the game and winning people over, you have to treat us to dinner..."
Zhū Tíng dropped another sentence: "Get a cock!" and left...
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