Volume 1: Lucky Era Chapter 12: Lucky Ball Game

  The ball scored. The ball hit Murong Liuyue's brain shell and then rebounded at an even faster speed, flying towards Sanlian's position. The sharp goalkeeper was caught off guard and lost his mind for a moment, allowing the ball to slowly roll into the goal from under his feet.

  Staring blankly ahead, He Wenfeng muttered: "Lucky! This is absolutely lucky!"

  Murong Liunian sighed and didn't even glance at the ball, thinking that it seemed he couldn't bask in the sun anymore. To others, Murong Liunian's demeanor made it seem like he thought the shot was too easy, lacking any challenge whatsoever. As Murong Liunian strolled over with a lazy gait, he naturally exuded an air of grandeur befitting a master.

  Yu Bo plucked up the courage to open his eyes, only to find that they were the winners. He yearned for a World Cup-style celebration and prepared to run over and hug Qin Si Hai, savoring the moment of victory. Unfortunately, Qin Si Hai was not Brokeback Mountain, and even if he were, he probably wouldn't be interested in Yu Bo's advances. With one kick, he sent Yu Bo flying. Yu Bo then shifted his target and lavished affection on Xu San Duo instead. Qin Si Hai thought to himself that Mu Rong Liu Nian was even more formidable than Xu San Duo, and what a stroke of bad luck it was that the intense collision hadn't knocked Mu Rong Liu Nian out cold, but instead had allowed him to slip into someone's house unscathed. As he pondered this, he could only attribute it to dumb luck.

  Volume 1: Lucky Era Chapter 12: Lucky Ball Game Copyright belongs to the author, Wandering Wild Grass, and only represents the author's views, not related to Thought Stream Guest.

  Ma Liancheng was not stingy with his praise, and he patted Murong Liu's shoulder vigorously, saying: "Not bad, although the pose you just did is a bit inferior to mine, don't be discouraged, it takes time to practice to my level." Ma Liancheng's unspoken implication was that this young man had talent and would one day take his place.

  The goalkeeper of the three consecutive games cursed in a low voice, saying: "Damn it!" Then, he threw the ball to the midfield. He thought to himself, next time that kid won't be so lucky, coincidentally bumping into him during his brief moment of mental relaxation. Being able to let Lian Shang shout for the ball, his heart was filled with passion, feeling like the sun was shining brightly and flowers were blooming beautifully, a bright future just within reach. Before taking the field, he had fantasized about many perfect scenarios, making himself the sole savior and the center of attention, but unfortunately, reality didn't live up to his fantasies, and in an instant, the other team scored an opening goal, slowly rolling in from under his feet.

  With a strong momentum, Sanlian launched another attack. If the previous one was a sword that cut through everything without looking back, then this time Sanlian's move was a perfect blend of softness and hardness, able to defend or attack at will, with an aura that still overwhelmed everyone. Ma Liancheng responded with an unchanging strategy, occasionally making sudden attacks to disrupt the enemy's rhythm, but it had little effect. Xu Sanduo remained unchanged, his eyes fixed only on the ball. Qin Sihai wanted to make a show this time, not letting Murong Liuyue steal all the attention again, just like last time when he missed an opportunity because of her. Unfortunately, Qin Sihai's wish was not granted, as if the ball had eyes and didn't give him or Li Mingjie any chance to touch it. Yu Bo watched this scene unfold, quickly closed his eyes again, and prepared to wake up from a nightmare with the warm sunshine shining brightly overhead.

  This time, the three consecutive attacks had a clear target. Apart from He Wenfeng, the other proud horses of Sanlian had strong killing intent, ready to take back the initiative. To achieve this and get the best effect, they naturally chose to start from where they fell, so their initial target was Murong Liuyue. However, they were frustrated to find that Murong Liuyue was not on the field, or more accurately, not in the enemy's camp.

  Murong Liunian glanced at the distance and thought that this time he would not be disturbed to sunbathe. At this moment, the ball flew over again, falling right next to Murong Liunian's feet. This time, of course, was the credit of Ma Liancheng, the miracle prince of the football field, whose long-planned thunderbolt finally came into play, successfully letting the bomb leave its own territory.

  Everyone's eyes widened in silence, forgetting to move. The climax of a play can always be so thrilling. But this was not a pre-arranged play, and they were not expecting it, their minds were completely blank.

  Murong Liunian looked at the ball with a hint of helplessness, then turned to look at the opposing team's goalkeeper. The opposing team's goalkeeper was also staring back at him, his eyes wide open, showing the whites of his eyes, not moving an inch. Suddenly, Murong Liunian made his move. His foot lightly touched the ball, and it traveled in a straight line, smoothly gliding into the goal.

  "Offside!"

  The sharp-eyed Sanlian shouted out loud, and his eyes rolled to the rear guard who had unknowingly retreated a distance from Murong Liuyue, suddenly turning pale and falling to the ground.

  Lucky again, it's lucky again.

  And this kid has picked up good luck again.

  Qin Si Hai sat down, almost fainting on the spot.

  Yu Bo slowly opened his eyes and once again beamed with joy as he welcomed this wonderful world. The all-powerful "book" was indeed all-powerful.

  The center of the three consecutive told himself that he couldn't get stuck in a corner, and when it was time to take action, he would take action. As long as he could score, he didn't need to deliberately step on a certain enemy's corpse to advance. So from the start, his goal was very clear, and he charged forward bravely, taking the ball with him towards the enemy's fortress. Including He Wenfeng, the others also had a tacit understanding, and their passing, dodging, and attacking coordination were perfect. In the final stage, the center of the three consecutive felt that victory was in sight, and his speed increased. There was only one thought in his mind: advance, advance, and advance again. But he couldn't advance anymore. The center of the three consecutive suddenly turned around with the ball and ran back, running towards that fortress. The goalkeeper of the three consecutive looked at the ball that had slipped into the goal from under the center's feet and rolled his eyes again. It turned out that the center of the three consecutive had seen Murong Liuyue by the enemy's gate in the last moment and mistakenly thought it was his own team's fortress.

  Murong Liuyue didn't do it on purpose, he just felt that although the ball was always fiercely attacking his team's position, the area in front of the goal was still very safe. This is what people often say, the more dangerous a place is, the safer it actually is. In order to enjoy the sunshine better, he chose to retreat back to Yu Bo's side this time.

  So it's luck, still luck.

  That day became a nightmare for Sanlian, several horses saw the ball in the future and seriously degenerated, becoming clumsy donkeys that couldn't walk. He Wenfeng muttered about the number thirty on his lips, muttering for many days. This time, Sanlian's goal just happened to hold 30 footballs, with an average of one ball every three minutes. Among them, Qilian scored 20 goals and Sanlian scored 10 self-inflicted attacks.

  Ma Liancheng was very happy and awarded the excellent class flag of this week to Class 3. Lin Jianbing looked at the flag hanging on the wall, reluctant to move his line of sight for a long time.

  After the game, Ma Liancheng walked shoulder to shoulder with He Wenfeng towards a small restaurant in the military camp, ready to have a few drinks. In the past, only He Wenfeng would invite him out for drinks, but now he could finally be the host. He Wenfeng only now realized that being a guest and drinking free wine was actually quite bitter, and he could finally understand how Ma Liancheng felt before. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the same, because back then He Wenfeng would always show off to Ma Liancheng, but Ma Liancheng didn't do that now.

  Ma Liancheng was in high spirits today, and he had also drunk a lot. He looked at He Wenfeng and said, "Old He, I'm telling you, don't think I'm drunk. Today I'm happy, I drink, and you have to drink too, you must drink."

  He Wenfeng was bitter in his heart and sweet on his face, raised his cup with Ma Liancheng and clinked it, saying: "Alright, Old Ma is alright, we won't get drunk or return today."

  Ma Liancheng nodded in satisfaction and downed a cup of wine in one gulp.

  After several rounds of drinking, Ma Liancheng said with a drunken face: "Old He, from now on, don't do what I do."

  "What's wrong, afraid I'll steal your thunder?"

  Ma Liancheng smiled and shook his head, looking at the cup in his hand. He was silent for a while before speaking: "Old He, do you know that something is happening in the army?"

  He Wenfeng also drank a lot, and with a drunken expression, he said casually: "What's the big deal?"

  Ma Liancheng looked at He Wenfeng, wanting to speak but hesitating. Instead, he simply stretched out his hand and slapped He Wenfeng's shoulder hard, without saying a word. In fact, he had spoken, but the voice was only in his heart, and only he could hear it: It's really going to happen, and it will be very soon, very, very soon.

  Not long after, the instructors of two battalions received a call from the restaurant and hastily arranged for people to bring back the battalion commanders of the 7th and 3rd Battalions. Lin Jianbing stood in front of Battalion Commander Ma Liancheng's bed, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He had seen the battalion commander drunk before, even more so than this time, but it was his first time seeing him vomit.

  The next day, all the troops gathered early in the morning. Today, the division headquarters issued an order, requiring each new recruit company to go into the city for activities such as sweeping streets and promoting the good tradition of "army and people supporting each other". In the morning, almost everyone from each company was present, except for the captains of the 7th and 3rd companies. The division commander got angry and asked where they had gone. The instructor of the 7th company whispered something in the division commander's ear, and he didn't continue to dwell on this issue, but his anger was still evident. Lin Jianbing felt very sad, remembering a time when they were doing combat training exercises, the captain had single-handedly charged into the enemy's position to take out their nest, and as a result, his foot was badly injured, constantly bleeding, and the doctor repeatedly warned him to rest for several months. But the next day, the captain still led them on a long-distance wilderness training exercise with bandages on his leg. This time, however, he didn't show up, probably because he really got drunk.

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