He stared intently at Jiang Nian, thinking that the guys from Class Three were just weaklings. Soon, he’d show them what a school team was all about.
Just as he was thinking this, the sweet cheers of a few girls rang out from the edge of the bleachers.
"Jiang Nian! Go for it!"
The match hadn’t even started yet, and Shao Ziheng was naturally drawn in. He turned his head toward the sidelines, squinting his eyes.
He saw a few exceptionally graceful girls standing outside, waving and cheering. Their beauty was on a different level compared to those around them.
Even the dim dusk seed to brighten.
Shao Ziheng was montarily lost, having heard that Class Three had many pretty girls, and today was proof.
Normally, he’d only see one or two occasionally, but today they were all here. Standing in groups of two or three, each had their unique appeal.
His eyes were overwheld, almost forgetting he was there to play soccer.
At this mont, Class One responded competitively with cheers.
"Shao Ziheng, go for it! Shao Ziheng, number one!..."
Their chants were systematic, easily overshadowing the crisp cheers of the Class Three girls. Like a loud bell, it resonated across the field.
But Shao Ziheng snapped back to reality.
Yet he still felt sowhat dazed, hearing the celestial sound being drowned out by the roar of a tractor, a longing expression crossed his face.
He couldn’t help but imagine how great it would be if those crisp cheers were ant for him.
Unfortunately, they were directed at soone else across the field.
Shao Ziheng thought for a mont, and then, looking at the person standing opposite him, he asked.
"Jiang Nian?"
"Ha."
After confirming it was Jiang Nian, Shao Ziheng felt a mix of emotions. His back stretched, joints cracking loudly.
"Damn you!"
With a ring, the coin was tossed into the air.
With a slap, the head referee covered it on the back of his hand. Three people looked over simultaneously as the referee slowly lifted his palm.
"Tails! Class Three kickoff!"
"Damn it!!!" Class Three’s abstract cheers were louder than everyone else’s, deliberately trying to ss with their opponents’ mindset, "Oh, bad luck for the other side!"
"What a marvelous start! Wow!!"
"We’ve got this. I’m already studying opponents for the next match."
Class Three’s trash talk successfully disrupted Class One players’ emotions. They started swearing, and their defenders unconsciously moved forward.
At this mont, in their offensive formation, Class Three. Jiang Nian suddenly kicked off, passing to Sun Zhicheng, pretending to run towards the opponent’s inner field.
Shao Ziheng saw the sudden kickoff and instinctively moved forward.
Soon he saw Jiang Nian cut into his side of the field, realizing he was too far forward, and he followed back.
Suddenly, Jiang Nian turned and ran back.
Shao Ziheng and two midfielders were surprised, but since Jiang Nian turned back, the threat seed to vanish.
So, they didn’t think much of it. The three of them aid to steal the ball and rushed directly towards Class Three’s player who held the ball.
In the midfield, Li Hua glanced past Lin Dong, continuing forward, spotting the redirecting Jiang Nian.
Seeing this setup, he blinked. Thinking of a possibility, his heart pounded like a drum.
Their practiced tacit understanding made him instinctively understand Jiang Nian’s plan. A fake run to pull the defense, then dash into the opponent’s penalty area.
Sure enough, Jiang Nian changed direction again, strolling then quickly accelerating, leaving all Class One players behind, sprinting toward the opponent’s penalty box.
anwhile, players in midfield were entangled like interlocking teeth.
"Pass the ball!" Li Hua shouted.
Sun Zhicheng gave a steady pass to Li Hua’s feet. He barely stopped the ball and ran forward a bit.
Shao Ziheng was pressing in, and Li Hua swallowed hard.
Nervous, he went for a long pass.
He put too much force on it, the ball soared over half the soccer field, flying toward Class One’s penalty area, hard to control.
However, Jiang Nian didn’t slow down.
At the drop point, he lifted his right foot, accurately stopping the ball perfectly on his foot. At that mont, the football seed to freeze instantly.
It was almost perfect ball control, and the ball began to roll again.
"Damn!!"
Everyone outside was shocked by this rather rough yet unrestrained and beautifully graceful move.
"It’s open, their defense is wide open!"
Without any pause, Jiang Nian dashed with the ball, breaking into the opponent’s box in under a minute of play.
In front of him, only Class One’s goalkeeper remained.
The goalkeeper, caught off guard by the early action, hurried to intercept but was already too late.
A quick shot, the ball landed in the net.
Beeeep--!!!
A sharp long whistle echoed across the field, signaling a valid goal. Even the referee was excited—what a grand start!
Class One mbers turned to look at their field, bewildered. They couldn’t believe the opponent scored within a minute of the start.
Pressure mounted, weighing from their foreheads to their minds.
The next second, a mountain of cheers erupted in the field. Players on Class Three went wild.
"The ball’s in!! Damn, a goal in a minute, aweso! The fools in Class One are dumbfounded, damn damn!!"
"Damn it, Jiang Ge, you’re aweso!!!"
"I was blind, this is the true captain! Big forward!! Jiang Ge is truly deserving, too damn good!"
Outside the field, the crowd from Class Three was even more excited.
"It’s in! It’s in!!"
"No way, am I dreaming? It looks like our class scored!"
"Not wrong, our class is incredible!"
Zhang Ningzhi directly hugged Yao Beibei at the mont they scored.
"It’s in! We scored!! Beibei, did you see that? Our class scored, Jiang Nian and the others are amazing!"
Their joyous embrace almost made Yao Beibei feel queasy.
"Easy, easy, baby."
She thought to herself that it was a good thing she wore a thicker bra this morning, or else she’d be rubbing raw from Zhizhi’s tackle.
Baby, she could bump into my face instead.
Li Qingrong looked on sincerely, a bit nearsighted. With so many people, she couldn’t see clearly, so she squinted but still couldn’t make it out.
It wasn’t until the mont of the impending goal that she saw Jiang Nian gallop with the ball.
As the goal went in, she pursed her lips slightly.
"Leader!! Our class scored! Boohoo!!" The timid and smiling tiger, Nie Qiqi, went to snuggle up to the class leader.
A fair hand reached out, grabbing her by the back of her collar, abruptly halting the fangirl’s clingy dreams.
"Who?!!" She turned back, finding Cai Xiaoqing looking down with cold eyes, and imdiately got timid.
"Oh, it’s Xiaoqing, I....." Nie Qiqi played cute, "I’m the White Madam, your sis.... boohoo!!"
Cai Xiaoqing used her other hand to directly cover her mouth.
"Stop being crazy."
The boys in the class talked amongst themselves, marveling.
"Jiang Nian’s explosiveness is absurd, easily outpaced the opposing players."
"I swear, who wouldn’t agree? I didn’t even watch closely, just a blur, thought sothing flew past."
"This is bound to be the first, and most spectacular goal mont in this internal school competition!"
Chen Yunyun, upon the goal, was also excitedly embracing Wang Yuhe, her eyes sparkling brightly.
"Jiang Nian, so aweso."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuhe blushed for a long ti, finally blurting out.
"I can do it too."
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