Do I win if I don't score?

Yuyi was completely confused. This difficult method of kicking the ball by placing the goal on the wall was indeed a bit difficult for someone like him who had not practiced, but he also knew that the difficulty of shooting this kind of goal was the same for everyone.

, it’s just that he is a little uncomfortable with this style of playing.

Chen Hui's confident gesture aroused his fighting spirit even more. Since no one could get in, Chen Hui would lose, so his chances of winning were quite high.

"If you don't dare to compete, forget it."

Chen Hui waved his hands indifferently, sighed with disappointment, and turned to leave.

"What am I afraid of?" Fei Yi pointed his toes and moved his ankles. He was very good at football, but he had never shot from such a difficult angle before. He was not very confident in shooting.

"Then please, let me see how your skills are. I hope you won't disappoint me." Chen Hui rubbed his chin and said slowly.

This is really...annoying!

Yuyi really wanted to punch Chen Hui, who was brazen and arrogant in front of him like "I am very powerful," and beat him to the ground, but he also knew that using force would not solve the problem.

Feather Wings put the football on the soles of his feet and kept kicking his legs in the air, making comparisons and looking for a suitable angle to shoot.

"You are really good at ink." Chen Hui spoke up again, and said carelessly: "Seeing that your football skills are not good, I will give you a green light. You don't have to play here. Just find someone you think you can hit."

Position to shoot."

Ahem!

Yuyi couldn't help coughing violently, and looking at Chen Hui, there was a fierce aura in his eyes. This was the first time that Yuyi had been belittled and ridiculed like this. He was a person with strong self-esteem, and he

He was so talented that he almost got violent and beat him up after being injured by Chen Hui.

"That's it."

Feiyi's voice became even colder, as if he could freeze everything. His strong self-esteem made him reject Chen Hui's proposal. If he really moved the kicking position as Chen Hui said, it would only make Chen Hui look down on him even more.

Chen Hui may not be able to win anyway, so why should he move his position and make him feel that he is not good? He should just play where he is.

hey-hey!

Chen Hui was overjoyed when he saw Yuyi bending down and taking two steps to prepare to kick the ball. He knew that Yuyi had a strong temper and was not one to give in easily. The suggestion just now was just a deliberate tease to Yuyi. Who told Yuyi to do it?

Are you putting a bad face in front of yourself that doesn't allow strangers to enter?

Whoosh!

The wings took two steps, and the strength of the muscular legs reached the extreme in an instant. The legs drew a semi-arc in the air, and the foot hit the football that was still on the ground. The football that was hit was like an arrow.

, and with a swish, flew towards the goal on the far wall.

The football drew an arc in the air, and finally landed on the ground again. After rolling a few times, it stopped.

"The force of the kick is very strong, but unfortunately there is a problem with the angle selection. If you can adjust the angle of the kick a little, it will be easier to hit the goal. But judging from your shooting performance, you still have great potential to kick the ball.

"Chen Hui crossed his arms in front of his chest, rubbed his smooth chin with his fingers, nodded his head and commented leisurely.

Fei Yi was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He really couldn't stand the frustrated Chen Hui. He crackled his fingers and said with a cold face: "It's your turn. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Must must."

Chen Hui ignored Yuyi's threat of force, pointed at the football in the distance and said politely: "Please bring me the ball, I'm going to kick the ball."

Yuyi was dissatisfied with Chen Hui's uncle-like commanding tone and said indifferently: "It's your turn to kick. Even if it's picking up the ball, it's you who picks it up."

Chen Hui said politely: "You kicked the football out, so of course you have to pick it up. I remember the football was placed here just now."

Fei Yi was choked to death, veins on his neck popped out, and his hair was about to stand on end. If Fei Yi's former comrades or enemies saw Fei Yi's expression, they would probably run away, because once Fei Yi was angry, he would not dare to say that he was lying.

With corpses flowing like rivers of blood for thousands of miles, someone is definitely going to be unlucky.

"I'll pick it up for you."

Fei Yi suppressed the outburst of anger and walked step by step towards the football not far away.

If I miss, I'm afraid the wings will tear me apart!

Chen Hui was aware of the murderous intent shrouded in his body by the wings, and he numbly communicated with the jade pen integrated into his index finger. His fingers were flying in the air, and a rolling character with purple light was suspended in the air. Chen Hui was full of expectations.

He stared at the scrolling words in the color of Neng and prayed silently.

Chen Hui could see that if he was not as good as Yuyi in kicking, Yuyi would take back the taunt he had made to Yuyi with his huge fists, and it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

He instructed his feathers to pick up the ball. The purpose was very simple, that is, to communicate with the magic pen, directly write a rolling character, and use the rolling character to win the bet.

If Chen Hui had no hope or method of winning, how could he provoke the ferocious and cruel Fei Yi? Provoking Fei Yi was as dangerous as touching the tiger's butt.

Go away, I don’t want to be beaten to a pulp by the wings, you must help me win the game, brother, I am completely relying on you.

Chen Hui saw that Yuyi had already picked up the football and regretted it. He prayed silently in his heart that it was not the first time he used the rolling word, but he lacked confidence in the control of the rolling word, and the distance between the goal and where he was standing was a bit far.

, he felt a little guilty about hitting the goal.

With a smile on his face, Yu Yihan bent down and placed the football in the position where he had just shot the ball. When he stood up, he began to move the joints around his body. The sound of crackling bones colliding in his body was like an explosion, and he stared straight at it.

Chen Hui.

To scare...who?

Chen Hui swallowed in fear, knowing that Yuyi was ready to beat him wildly. As long as he didn't hit the goal with his kick, he would be waiting for Yuyi's violent beating like a storm. The more he thought about it, the more Chen Hui got.

It's uneasiness.

Whoosh!

Chen Hui held his head high, and with the awareness that he would be beaten to death by his wings if he failed, he also took two steps back and directly flew up and kicked the football.

Whoosh!

Chen Hui's kick was so fierce that it almost used up all his remaining strength, and the football quickly approached the goal.

You are using too little power!

Fei Yi clenched his fists and looked at the flying football. He had already begun to think about whether it would be more appropriate to break a few of Chen Hui's ribs directly...

go!

Chen Hui communicated the word "roll". Seeing that the football was still some distance away from hitting the goal, he directly issued an order in his mind to the purple word "roll" floating in the air that only he could see.

Whoosh!

The purple rolling characters struck out like lightning and were directly integrated into the football. Carrying the football, it rushed towards the goal on the wall according to Chen Hui's wishes.

yeah?

When Yuyi saw the football that was supposed to be falling due to exhaustion of strength, it suddenly rushed forward a short distance and headed straight for the goal as if it had been injected with blood. Everyone was stunned and couldn't figure out why.
Chapter completed!