Yao Nana lightly tapped on the computer screen a few times, and Yang Fan's head appeared on the screen. Its avatar was gray.

Not online?

Yao Nana whispered, and she gently bit her rosy lips, her bright eyes flashed a few times, as if she had made a great determination. Then she wrote a sentence on the screen and posted it in Yang Fan's email.

After doing all this, Yao Nana touched her towering chest and let out a long sigh.

Yao Nana closed her eyes slightly, as if her actions just now had consumed too much of her energy and energy!

...

"Slow down! Still slow down!" Yang Fan was still chasing Song Jun who was running away from the ball, bowing his body, Yang Fan used his maximum speed, but his distance from Song Jun was getting farther and farther away.

Yesterday morning, when the 30-meter test was conducted, Yang Fan raised his score to four seconds. He was excited for a long time. He even forgot about Xia Jian's contemptuous eyes and Qian Xiaohuan's ridiculous eyebrows when he was excited.

The Song army left in the dust. With his fast flying soles, the withered yellow and green grass clips flew up and hit Yang Fan's face, which was hot.

Yang Fan closed his eyes slightly and continued to chase.

"Bang!" Song Jun pulled his feet and shot angrily, followed by the excited cheers of Team Huang.

At the last moment of the second half, the Yellow Team used the Song Army's breakthrough shot to equalize the score. The members of the Blue Team stepped forward and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder to comfort Yang Fan who was in self-blame.

Yang Fan's arrival more than ten days ago completely changed the atmosphere of the second team in Rongcheng. The Blue Team, composed of substitutes, began to challenge the Yellow Team, composed of the main players. In the subsequent games, the Blue Team won more and more times.

Due to the gap in strength, of course, the blue team still loses more and wins less.

But this is no longer important. What is important is that the members of the Blue Team gain confidence.

They even felt that if the Yellow Team had not had Song Jun and this super shooter who won the best scorer in the China League One for two consecutive years, they would have defeated the opponent.

Following the roots and the source, all these changes are because of Yang Fan. Yang Fan uses his never-give-up spirit to inspire his teammates to compete with the powerful main players.

Xie Chuntian patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Yang Fan, it's okay, they just equalized the score."

When he first entered the team, Yang Fan's skills were quite rough. He didn't even do a good job of receiving and stopping the ball, even worse than the players of the third team.

Yang Fan's passing awareness is quite good. Xie Chuntian believes that Qian Xiaohuan, the organizer of the team's offense, cannot compete with Yang Fan at all. However, Yang Fan's passing skills are too poor and wastes more than 90% of the opportunity. But that 10% gives them the capital to confront the Yellow Team.

Take the current game for example. Their two goals were from Yang Fan's masterpiece. It seemed that Yang Fan's head was covered with eyes, and he could find the opponent's defense flaws at any time.

In the past half month, he found that Yang Fan has made great progress and has made many basic technical specifications. He didn't know how Yang Fan did it, which was also what he was confused about. In theory, the basic skills of the players who entered the second team must pass.

Yang Fan's performance when he first joined the team seemed to have never conducted professional training.

Yang Fan looked up at Xie Chuntian and said, "It's okay, my speed is still too slow. Those grass clippings hit the face, it really hurts!"

Xie Chuntian smiled bitterly. He didn't expect Yang Fan to answer like this. He thought Yang Fan was blaming himself.

Yang Fan flashed his eyes and said confidently: "Old Xie, we will find a way to score another goal to make them happy."

It seems like breaking the yellow team's goal is an easy task!

"Okay!" Xie Chuntian's interest was ignited by Yang Fan. Just as they thought that the competition was about to end, they almost had no time to break through each other's door. Xie Chuntian's heart was full of doubt.

The game started again, Yang Fan took Xie Chuntian's return pass in the backcourt, and the football stopped half a meter in front of him. Yang Fan nodded in his heart, which was a standard stopping distance.

There was no member of the yellow team in front of Yang Fan. Yang Fan pointed his right foot downwards and his toes were tightly buckled on the sole of the shoe. He took a few steps forward like in the virtual space of the AC Milan training system.

Song Jun rushed over from their half, Yang Fan passed the ball to his teammates on the right, and then suddenly accelerated and ran forward. The teammates did not stop the ball, but directly passed the ball to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan recalled that there was such a pass in the virtual space. He gently touched the inside of the football with his right foot and rolled to his right side.

Song Jun did not stop his pace. He pressed Yang Fan tightly against Yang Fan on the left side, preventing him from dribbling the ball to the left.

Song Jun did this to force Yang Fan to drive the ball forward or to the right. There were yellow team defenders in those places.

However, Yang Fan did not act according to his ideas. Yang Fan's body's center of gravity suddenly dropped. He passed a long pass and the football flew up from the turf.

Overhead!

This was the first reaction in Song Jun's mind, and a shadow was cast in his heart. During the half-month confrontation, Yang Fan used the over-head ball many times to tear open their defense line.

Yang Fan's overhead ball skills are very good. Those blue team members only need to run quickly to catch the ball and then shoot.

"How the hell did he do it?"

Qian Xiaohuan looked at the football flying in the air. He had already determined the landing point of the ball, and the landing point of the ball was on the penalty area line.

The goalkeeper at that position could not come out to get the ball. He was looking at his teammate's position and the blue figure running fast.

Qian Xiaohuan miserably judged that his teammates could not get football!

"How the hell did he do it?"

As the team's offensive organizer, Qian Xiaohuan hopes that he can pass such a ball. This ball is a stroke of magic. No one would have thought that his passing route was so strange that he tore through the ball.

Deep in Qian Xiaohuan's heart, jealousy couldn't help but appear. Because of jealousy, his eyes became resentful.

"Over the ball!"

The goalkeeper of the Yellow Team roared, and the Yellow Team's defenders quickly turned around and ran back.

The football flew along the diagonal of the Yellow Team's half to the Yellow Team's penalty area. A blue figure passed through two yellow figures and flew directly to the landing point of the football. The football crossed the Yellow Team's entire defense line and landed on the penalty area line.

The slightly thin blue figure raised its right foot and gently pressed the football that bounced up from the turf!

Football is obedient and rolls forward slowly!

There was no change in the expression on Yang Fan's face.

There is nothing to be proud of when passing a good ball. The purpose of passing the ball is to score a goal. If Xie Chuntian does not send the ball into the opponent's goal, his efforts will have no meaning.

Xie Chuntian's eyes stared at the football in front of him, for fear that it would escape from his sight, and then he hit the back of the football hard on the inside of his right instep.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the football was pressed against the turf, spinning up and down, flying towards the goal!

On the way to the goal, the football still had a little side rotation, so the trajectory of the football flight was not a straight line, but a curve!

Whether it is a straight line or a curve, as long as the football can fly into the opponent's goal, it is a good ball. Xie Chuntian's shot is a good ball, the ball is extremely fast and the line is tricky.

Since it is a good goal, there is a chance to score!

When I was talking, I saw a white light flashing through Yang Fan's black pupils, and the football flew straight from the lower right corner of the goal to score the goal net.

The ball has entered!

The score became three to two!

The Blue Team leads again!

A minute ago, the Huang team members were still celebrating Song Jun's goal, but now they can only witness the football flying into their own goal. In just one minute, the Huang team members fell from the high altitude of excitement and joy and threw it on the ground.

The players of the Blue Team looked excited and were ecstatic. When the game was about to end, this goal was the ultimate goal!

They were like wolves, whistling with their heads!

It was even louder and more exciting than the cheers of the Yellow Team a minute ago!

Xie Chuntian, shrouded in sweat, looked at his teammates excitedly. His mind suddenly rang out what Yang Fan said just now: "Old Xie, let's find a way to score another goal so that they can have a happy game."

He suddenly became a little lost and a little dazed. Yang Fan's smiling face when he spoke was wandering in front of his eyes, as if saying, "Old Xie, I'm right, they are just having fun."

Song Jun patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, looked at Yang Fan with curiosity and confusion, and asked, "Can you tell me, how did you find this passing route?"

Yang Fan said with a bright smile: "It's a feeling!"

Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded untimely in Yang Fan's mind again: "Master, you should go to act!"

...

When he got home, Yang Fan was happy. Xie Chuntian received his overhead goal and scored the winning goal. Yang Fan believed that he had fulfilled his promise and fulfilled the promise he made to Xie Chuntian when Song Jun scored a goal.

For this reason, he left a pool of saliva on Linda's face again, and Yang Fan stopped awkwardly until Linda let out a seductive gasp.

Yang Fan suppressed the desire deep in his heart and immediately rushed into his room, jumped into the bathtub, putting the entire tank of cold water, burying the whole person in the cold water!

Yang Fan found that if this continues, he will sooner or later get out of fire. He is looking forward to something with Linda, but he is worried about something with Linda.

...

Yang Fan wiped the short hair on his head with a towel and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Linda's voice penetrated the kitchen glass and penetrated into Yang Fan's ears: "Master, put your changing clothes on the bed." Yang Fan walked into Linda's bedroom, of course, his bedroom is now.

Yang Fan still sat on the bed, sat on the sofa, and turned on the computer. The lower right corner of the screen kept flashing.

Who sent the email?

Is it because my dad urged me to go home, or is it because my mom nagging about the interesting things that happened when she led the group, or... Huang Wanjun finally appeared?

Yang Fan clicked on the email and saw that it said: "Can you meet you?"

Yang Fan looked at this sentence in surprise, then looked down, and the signature was - Yao Nana!

Yang Fan looked at the computer screen blankly, his heartbeat seemed to stop beating. He blinked his eyes, and a round face appeared in his mind, and a layer of flesh appeared under his round chin!

This face was shy and bit her red lips, and said, "This is my first time, you have to be gentle!"

Thinking of this, Yang Fan's body reacted again!
Chapter completed!