Chen Hui wanted to strengthen his physique because he suddenly realized that his body always showed weakness when absorbing energy, which might be due to too much weakness.

But professional fitness instructors are hard to come by, so Chen Hui came up with the idea of ​​building a strong and strong Yuyi. However, Chen Hui found out from two contacts with Yuyi that Yuyi has a very cold temperament. Unless he personally agrees, otherwise

Even if he tries to tell the truth, he will remain stone-hearted and indifferent.

So Chen Hui decided to set up a trap and dig a hole.

"Let's not mention the bet. Let's talk about the content of the bet first. Do you think your skills are very good?" Chen Hui followed the plan and followed the plan, just like a hunter hunting wild beasts, with full patience.

"explain."

Fei Yi coldly spat out a powerful word, still maintaining a stern face and an indifferent expression, as if nothing could move him in the slightest.

"I am weak now. If I compete with you in running and controlling the ball, I will definitely not be as good as you. But there is one thing that you are definitely not as good as me." Chen Hui raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his chin confidently.

"There's so much nonsense, what else can you say?"

Yuyi said indifferently, he is a person who advocates simplification of everything, and what he hates most is when others beat around the bush with him.

"Better than a shot."

Chen Hui saw that the preliminary preparations were almost done and it was time to close the net. He pointed at the football goal not far away and said the content of his competition.

"Are you sure you want to compete with me in shooting?"

Yuyi asked back, with a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. He was originally a marksman in the army and had a strong ability to control the target. After he started playing football, shooting became a must-do practice every day, no matter from any angle.

He was sure to shoot easily.

Seeing Chen Hui who was about to humiliate himself, Yuyi was very confused. Did my superb football skills just now make him read that I couldn't shoot? It's really ridiculous.

"yes."

Chen Hui nodded with a sly smile and urged: "Whether we want to compete or not, let's just do this. If whoever loses, promise the winner something, no matter what."

"good."

Yuyi nodded in agreement without hesitation. Playing ball alone is really boring. Since someone is willing to let him abuse him, he is naturally willing to take action, even if it is to add a little fun to this boring life.

"Aren't you afraid that I will win? If I ask for a difficult task, wouldn't you be embarrassed if you can't do it?" Chen Hui saw that Yuyi agreed simply and without thinking at all, which made him very unhappy. This

Are you so eager to torture me?

"You worry too much, you should think about how to defeat me." Yuyi has a character that strikes the dead without repaying his life. Chen Hui choked on one sentence and almost vomited blood.

Am I that weak?

Chen Hui muttered unconvinced in his heart, not bothering to care about Yuyi's contempt. The more he despises himself now, the more fun it will be when he loses later. Yuyi, you can't stop this.

I jumped into the trap, so don't blame me, Chen Hui, for bullying you and cheating you.

"I'll go first."

Seeing that the competition was settled, Yuyi took the ball and put it on the ground according to his decisive character. He pointed at the goal in the distance and raised his foot to shoot.

"Don't worry, you are too impatient. The goal is so obvious and the shot is too easy. It doesn't reflect your level at all."

Chen Hui hurriedly stretched out his hand with a smile to block the wing that was about to shoot.

Is it easy to shoot?

Fei Yi cast a glance at Chen Hui, who was boasting loudly. Due to the restrictions of the venue, the goal in front of him was not the size specified during the game. The goal was only about the size of two heads. Even a professional football player would not dare to say that he could hit it with just one kick.

Able to hit the goal directly.

Now that Chen Hui actually said that he could hit the ball directly, Yuyi felt more and more that Chen Hui was just fooling around. After all, he had been practicing his skills for who knows how long before he could hit the ball with one kick.

Could it be that Chen Hui, who is as weak as a frail woman, is better at football than me? No, this is absolutely impossible.

"Do you think the door is too small, or something else?"

Yuyi asked in confusion. He didn't know what kind of medicine Chen Hui was selling in his gourd, but he didn't care. Yuyi was confident that with his current skills, he would not be able to beat any shot of any difficulty.

“The size of the goal is quite right, but it’s a pity that there’s a problem with its placement.”

Chen Hui held his chin with his hand and commented on the goal, with the attitude of a professional commentator. People who don't know the truth may really regard Chen Hui as a professional coach.

"Is there something wrong with the goal?"

The corner of Yuyi's mouth twitched, and he wanted to blurt out a question, have you ever played football? Goals all over the world are set up like this, what's the problem? If you don't want to compete, just say it, why are you here?

Why are you talking nonsense to me? Even if you are finding faults, please stop being professional, okay?

Yuyi suddenly lost interest in abusing Chen Hui.

"There is a problem. I'm going to set up the goal. You wait here." Chen Hui saw Yu Yi's impatience and didn't bother to talk nonsense and trotted all the way to the small goal.

It is said to be a goal, but it is actually a square iron bracket pressed onto a net, which is very light.

Chen Hui bent down and picked up the goal, glanced around, walked to a rest chair, put his feet on a soft leather jacket, and fixed the goal directly on the wall at the limit of reach.

"Okay, the goal should be set up like this."

Chen Hui clapped his hands, and like a victorious soldier, he trotted back to the cold wings that looked like ice sculptures.

"Isn't this a basket? Are you sure the football goal is on the wall?"

Feiyi had a black line and couldn't help but complain to Chen Hui. A guy who didn't even distinguish between a football goal and a basketball hoop actually wanted to pick a shot. The key issue is that he agreed to it. I think this

This is the most ridiculous decision I have made this year. My brain must have gone crazy just now.

Chen Hui nodded his head with great certainty and said a little breathlessly: "You don't understand this, right? Football originated very early in China. Our ancestors played football, no, they played Cuju. They just put the goal on the

Even our ancestors could easily hit the goal from high places, can't we modern people not be able to do it?"

Yuyi was speechless after being said. Indeed, what Chen Hui said about Cuju was not made up. The ancestors indeed set the goal high in the sky to play football.

It seems that he had misunderstood Chen Hui before. This kid's way of thinking is really different, but with his extremely weak body, can he hit such a difficult goal? Yuyi is deeply doubtful.

"If you want to compete, just tell me, don't waste everyone's time." Chen Hui pretended to be impatient and urged Yuyi.

"Can you hit a goal like this?"

Yuyi glanced at the anxious Chen Hui with deep suspicion.

"Of course, if I miss, you win."
Chapter completed!