Chapter 51: God of Soccer! (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)

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  Tian Ai Nu lowered her head in shyness and softly said: "This way of addressing, it's a bit too formal, husband... just call me Xiao Ying."

  "Little... Little Sakura..."

  Even if he was a fool, he should have understood her intentions by now, let alone Liu Junwan, a man who had rolled around in the pile of beauties. Liu Junwan almost fainted with joy, he never thought that he could win the favor of such a wealthy and noble young lady.

  He had heard that the women of Dunhuang were even more open-minded than those in Central Plains. The girls there could choose their own husbands without asking for permission from their fathers or brothers, as long as both parties were willing and the family would not interfere. He also heard that some girls in Dunhuang would even cohabitate with their boyfriends before getting married...

  This young girl is as lovely as a flower, and even if he were to have a fleeting romance with her, it would be a stroke of good fortune. Given her family background, if he could marry her, Liu Junhuan would be able to rise to great heights and become the son-in-law of a prominent local family in Dunhuang!

  These rich girls who have been spoiled since childhood, and can get whatever they want, as long as they see someone or something they like, the more they can't get it, the more they want to get it at all costs. Liu Junwen is best at dealing with this kind of arrogant woman, he has no doubt that with his skills in pleasing women, he will definitely win the heart of this little Sakura girl.

  He's set for life!

  "Little Sakura..."

  Liu Junwen excitedly went to grab Xia Houying's soft wrist, just touching those pale small hands. "Xia Houying" suddenly withdrew her hands, as if remembering something, and asked suspiciously: "That day at the wine house, I saw you with a middle-aged woman together. Today, I see you two touring Luoshui together. Looking at her age, she doesn't seem to be your mother. Who is she...to you?"

  "Uh..."

  Liu Jun's heart tightened, seeing the girl's beautiful eyes staring at him without blinking, his anxiety grew even more. At this moment, his mind was filled with the wonderful fantasy of climbing to a high position, getting both beauty and wealth, how could he bear to let this beautiful dream become an illusion? In his haste, he blurted out:

  "Oh, you're referring to that woman? She's a widow who lives in the same neighborhood as me, with the surname Yao. I suppose we're distant relatives. My family is poor and it's hard for me to study, so while reading books, I also work as an accountant at Mrs. Yao's house to earn some tuition fees. Mrs. Yao takes good care of me, seeing that I'm living a difficult life alone, and sometimes she even brings me along when she goes out to see the sights."

  "Xiahou Xing" let out a sigh of relief and said, "Oh! So that's how it is. Well, in that case I can rest easy. Hey, look! My family's servants are playing cuju with some other people, isn't it fun? Come on, Lang Jun, let's go take a look together."

  Liu Junwen was shocked and was about to make an excuse, but "Xia Houying" didn't give him a chance, grabbed his hand and happily ran forward.

  Soft and delicate in his grasp, soft and sticky, with an indescribable sense of comfort. This young girl's noble family background, wealth that could rival a country, and her enchanting beauty made her even more alluring to Liu Junwen. In order to curry favor with the wealthy and powerful, he didn't hesitate to humiliate himself in front of Mrs. Yao, how dare he displease such a beautiful woman?

  In a daze, he was pulled by "Xia Houying" and rushed to the stadium involuntarily.

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  Chu Kuangge passed the ball, Yang Fan saw the ball in front of him, couldn't help but swing his racket, didn't expect to hit it out with one stroke, and the ball flew all the way out of bounds, almost hitting the onlookers, causing the opposing team to burst into laughter.

  However, when Yang Fan's teammate was surrounded for the second time and had no choice but to pass the ball to him, Yang Fan struck again. This time, the ball transformed into a flowing light that pierced through several players from both sides and landed accurately in front of Chu Tian Ge's horse.

  The pass was extremely accurate, and the person he chose happened to be Chu Tian Ge, who had just rushed back in time. Chu Tian Ge received the ball and took advantage of the emptiness behind the enemy's defense, scoring a goal with a loud thud, changing the score to 5-2.

  Almost everyone thought Yang Fan was a blind cat who had run into a dead mouse, so when the third ball was forced to be passed to his feet again, no one would have thought that he could hit another good shot. However, with one swing of his leg, this ball once again chose the right gap and the right person, and the score became 5-3.

  Now everyone believes he is pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, and that he can't play horseball is just an act.

  Yang Fan really can't play polo and really can't ride a horse.

  However, he will hit "color park".

  Yang Fan drifted to Nanyang since childhood, "Sepak" is a popular ball game in various countries of Nanyang.

  Every country and every nation in the world has invented ball games, only with different ways of playing, different rules, and different balls. The "Sepak" from Southeast Asia is a hollow rattan ball made from woven rattan branches, played in a very casual manner, which can be hit by hand, kicked by foot, or even struck with a wooden stick.

  This ball game is not highly competitive, but rather emphasizes technique. It's basically a game for ordinary people in Southeast Asia to kill time when they're extremely bored. However, because the ball is very light, wanting to control it freely requires quite high ball-control skills. And Yang Fan just happens to be a "Sepak Takraw" master.

  The first ball flew away because Yang Fan was not familiar with the weight and hardness of polo balls, but after hitting this ball, he had a plan in his heart. The second time he got the ball, he could quickly adjust his strength and angle of hitting the ball.

  Polo is also a sport, and as a sport, it cannot be separated from the use of physical flexibility, flexibility, coordination, control of strength, requirements for reaction speed, and requirements for analytical judgment. In these aspects, Yang Fan, whether as a "color park" master or a martial arts master, has already reached the highest standard of a polo player.

  What he lacked was the ability to ride a horse and unfamiliarity with ball sticks. However, just like an Eight Trigrams Palm master turning his head to learn Splitting Stick Palm, with his comprehension of martial arts and physical quality already attained, learning and selling at present, striking out with one palm, an apprentice who had learned Splitting Stick Palm for three years was still left in the dust.

  Yang Fan only needed to grasp a little knowledge in this aspect, and he far surpassed these non-professional players. Although his horse riding skills couldn't be improved immediately, he couldn't gallop, rush for the ball, dribble, or attack, but with his keen eyesight, as long as he took a quick glance, he could accurately judge the overall situation on the field, find the opponent's weak points, and when the ball was under his stick, he would definitely be able to pass it quickly, steadily, and accurately to the person he wanted to pass to.

  Chu Tian Ge changed the way they played, with Yang Fan as the core of their counter-attack, standing still in the middle of the field. In the process of attacking, whenever a player was intercepted, they would immediately pass the ball to Yang Fan. As long as Yang Fan got the ball, it could accurately cross over the opponent and be passed to Ma Qian, who should control the ball, regardless of whether he was far or near, or in what position.

  At one point, the entire arena's momentum suddenly shifted, and the score was quickly caught up with, followed by a pull away. Mrs. Yao's side of ten people were pressed down by Chu Tian Ge's six people, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back.

  Yang Fan stood still in the middle of the field, neither advancing nor retreating. A ball stick lay horizontally on his saddle. The ball didn't pass to his face, no matter how fiercely you fought, he remained motionless. However, as soon as the red ball was passed in front of his horse, or even flew over his head, he simply swung his ball stick once.

  As soon as he waves his stick, you want to cut off his ball, cut off his ball, grab his ball, it's not very possible, because he won't let the ball stay in his hand for more than a second, and immediately pass it to the teammate who should control the ball. Later on, when the opposing player sees him wave his stick, he will immediately run towards his own goal with conditioned reflexes, so as to intercept in time.

  Yang Fan swung his stick and then, as if nothing had happened, leaned it against the saddle and watched the commotion with a cold eye.

  Who else could wield a sword and ride a horse? Only I, General Yang.

  Yang Fan, although not competing or grabbing, completely did not blend into the intense competitive atmosphere of polo, has already stolen all the attention in the field. Everyone hopes to see his incredible passing skills, so much so that when someone on his team gets the ball, the audience immediately shouts: "Pass it to him! Pass it to him!"

  Yang Fan got the ball and swung his stick, immediately triggering a wave of frenzied cheers. All the spectators were conquered by his incredible passing skills.

  The Chinese people are crazy about polo, and Yang Fan has now become a ball god in the hearts of the audience. As the game progressed, all the efforts of both sides to grab everything were just to make way for his fleeting divine skills, and the enthusiastic fans cheered only for Yang Fan alone.

  "Get around him, get around him, force him to dribble!"

  Wang Rufeng stood at the edge of the field, cupped his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted loudly towards the people on the field. Another ball was passed to Yang Fan's feet, and several opposing players rushed over as soon as the ball was passed, surrounding Yang Fan in an instant.

  The other members of the opposing team are staring at Yang Fan's teammates, and due to the tight encirclement by these few opposing players, Yang Fan's line of sight is blocked, making it difficult for him to accurately pass the ball to his teammate. Without dribbling past them, he can only use his stick to hit the ball over the heads of the opposing players, but this way, it's hard to guarantee that the ball will land at whose feet.

  The audience's shouting stopped, and everyone wanted to see how the ball god in their hearts would respond to this situation, whether his "magic wand" would create another miracle.

  They hope that "Yang Fan won't ride a horse" and he won't play ball are also disguises. If at this time Yang Fan suddenly gallops his horse, rushes with the ball, passes five gates and beheads six generals, directly killing towards the opponent's goal, they will not be surprised, nor will they scold him, but only cheer for him wildly.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, Yang Fan made his move!

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