The sand and gravel caused by the exaggerated strong wind forced me to raise my hand to cover it in front of me. Even though I was mentally prepared, the movement of football in another world still surprised me. The dust raised by the human paladins and the elf goalkeepers on the field was enough to affect me who were far away from the field.

Compared to football, this is more like a superpower battle.

After the sandstorm stopped, the situation in the football field became clearer. Although the elf goalkeeper blocked the Paladin's shot with inexplicable spells, his appearance didn't look good at this time. Not only did he breathe rapidly, but he even kneeled down with one kick. It was obvious that he consumed too much magic power, which led to a slight loss in his entire body.

After a few seconds of gasping, the elf goalkeeper fisted hard, holding the football blocked by the huge wooden hand in his arms, and then interchanged the offense and defense.

Assuming that I had watched this inexplicable superpower football game as an observer before, the situation would have developed in the future, and I would have no reason to do so, because a brown-haired man in a white jersey attacked the Red Team after the elf goalkeeper threw the ball.

Judging from the appearance, this brunette man is not particularly strong. He is much worse than the Paladin forward of the Red Team. However, no one underestimates this white team player because this guy looks so handsome!

Does the appearance have something to do with football skills?

The answer is obviously no, but the biggest advantage of a handsome guy is that he can mobilize the emotions of the audience outside the court, and his movements when he moves the ball even more like a slow effect.

He dribbled the ball and shook his brown hair. The sweat on his forehead was like drizzle. He turned around and flashed through the opponent's sliding shovel. He ran forward like a breeze that passed the earth. He pushed the ball up with his toes, and spread his arms like gliding over the enemy's encirclement net...

Damn, isn’t this guy just Lucario after pretending to be dressed up?!

A guy with the protagonist's aura is different. Just moving the ball just requires a hundred words to describe it. At this time, he has not even published any line.

Everyone, use the b tactic! Running to the opponent's goal with his teammates, Lucario has time to gesture to his companions around him. Thanks to his words, the frame of the picture that had been shooting Lucario was finally transferred. Although the main picture was still Lucario himself, the teammates who attacked with him finally entered the mirror.

At Lucario's order, the three people, including him, suddenly changed the original straight-line attack mode, just like a stuntman in a circus. The three people kept jumping into the air in various postures, either flipped over or flipped their feet twice. They were constantly exchanging movement positions and dribbling players in the air. For a moment, the Red Team didn't know how to defend this air formation with many changes.

See it.

This is ours.

Triangle offensive tactics!

Based on the unwritten regulations that the call must be the responsibility of the dribble, Lucario and the other two players had to cut off their speeches into three equal parts because they kept exchanging positions. No, Lucario held the ball twice in three passes when he said this, so in fact, a white-clothed player did not speak.

The juggling aerial formation continued to break through the Red Team's defense like a broken bamboo. A defender who rushed forward with a stern head came back to his senses but found that he had been crossed. He murmured in disbelief: How is it possible? I can't see through their action mode...

Listening to the other party's brainless speech, I really wish I could rush into the court and slap him. Don't they say it's a triangle attack!

While I was complaining, Lucario shot through the Red Team's goal, and the referee's whistle sounded, and the goal was determined to be valid.

After slamming high with his teammates around him, Lucalio smiled toothfully, held his hands high and ran back to the midfield along the audience, and gained a lot of cheers and screams from female audiences along the way.

Emotionally, I really want to pretend that I didn’t see this guy and leave directly, but reason told me that I didn’t see this fashion, and I had to go to the center more and go to the missing center. It would be better to just touch my nose and come forward to recognize me.

Speaking of this, I almost forgot that Diana has also become a missing person, which means that even if Lucario is recycled here, I still have to go to the missing center...

Referee, we requested to change the team members.

While I was moving my head, the captain of the Red Team applied to the referee to exchange players: We want to invite temporary substitutes to the court.

I don't care if I'm off the court. Change it. Even if you fight the five scumbags, you can't beat Lucario's protagonist halo. Look, the onlookers are almost all supporting the White Team at this time.

Perhaps the Red Team is slightly better in terms of tactical composition, but in terms of selling, on one side, there are all skinny and thin and dead faces, while on the other side, there are various combinations, from rough and handsome orcs to handsome elf-like little white faces, not to mention Lucario, who has its own halo of protagonists, I'm afraid that with my belly button, I'm sure that those who watch the fun will choose to support.

After all, I couldn't stand this football game full of complaints. As expected, this facility in the football field has a state effect. All members of the game will have a significant increase in their enthusiasm, but their IQ will also decline.

Holding Beatrice to her, she poured out the desire to complain for a long time, and the Red Team also completed the alternation of players. After the referee waved the flag, a girl wearing the Red Team jersey immediately stepped out of the lounge.

The Red Team exchanges players, with No. 13 substitute Diyana replacing No. 7 player.

I was choked by my saliva and coughed violently. What kind of thing is this? All the lost people actually ran to the football field to play football.

Xu Mo took care of his health. Beatrice, who was beside me, reached out to pat my back and handed over the small flower handkerchief I carried with me: Use this to wipe my mouth, if I haven't tidy it up, it will be indecent.

Oh, thank you. I took the handkerchief and wiped it twice before throwing it back to Beatres. Since Lucario and Diana were all on the court, I must have finished watching this football game. Fortunately, there is not much time left before the end of the game, otherwise I would probably have to complain about the rise of the virtual fire.

Beatrice's tender face smiled at me, showed two small dimples, and then carefully folded the handkerchief and put it away.

Speaking of the other side, on the battlefield... I mean, Diana on the football field also noticed me and waved to me, but it seemed that she could not lean over and talk to me because of the game.

As the responder, I subconsciously wanted to throw a kiss at her, but then I thought that if Diana did this, it might not have to play anymore, so I had to use the victory gesture instead.

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Chapter completed!