Since I am Dasha Chun

Chapter 161 Registration
Huh, these two senior brothers have great ball control skills. They can send and receive their moves freely. They have reached the extreme in one field. Although I know a lot of moves, I am not good enough. Although I have the Dacheng Wing Chun given by the system, but That's just outer martial arts, and it can't be blessed by inner strength!
By the way, I will practice a kind of kung fu in the future. I improved it myself. As long as I am proficient enough, I can still achieve great results, and the ability to send and receive freely is just around the corner!

At that time, not to mention playing football, it is no problem to use it to play table tennis!

The second brother passed the ball directly, and the football flew into the air.

Fatty Cong opened his eyes and saw that it was in his own direction, and then ran forward.

His two to three hundred kilogram body trembled as he ran. As his speed increased, he slowly flew up!

So easy!
Su San sighed secretly!

Shaolin's unique skill really deserves its reputation!
With one kick, he passed the football in the air to Third Senior Brother Tian Ji.

As soon as the frog tried hard, he broke away from his shirt, revealing his thin body.

I saw that he sucked the football with his belly, withstood the blows of the crowd, and remained motionless.

A young man couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out a wrench and hit him.

"Oh!"

The wrench for repairing the car was bent!

Isn't it?So awesome?

"Oh!"

Under his luck, the football in the stomach of the third senior brother kept rolling back, and then hit the young man holding the wrench hard with an impact, bounced him far away, and then hit the ground heavily.

The football turned a corner and flew towards the Shaolin team's goalkeeper.

He grabbed the football and everyone gathered around him.

The young man with glasses looked at the younger brothers and asked anxiously, "Is there anyone else?"

"No!" Everyone asked in unison.

"Get rid of them?!" The young man with glasses looked at his shoes, took off his shoes after speaking, and kicked towards the fourth senior brother.

The four senior brothers turned into seven or eight figures in an instant, and the ghostly shadows gathered the shoes of everyone together, wrapped the football, and punched the bigger shoe ball to the side of Ah Xing who had been possing for a long time.

Na Xing did a few stretching moves, shot a goal, and the football flew into the distance with the broken shoe attached.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The scattered sneakers smashed the heads of those punks, and then fell down under the impact.

The spinning football flew towards the young man with glasses, and it was about to hit him and shoot in, but the football turned a corner and hit the goalpost, bending the rusty goalpost directly.

"Help!" The young man with glasses ran away holding his head.

Huh?
Why is there nothing wrong with me?
Su San didn't care, and immediately ran towards the football.

Watching the football bounce down, and then making up for it.

The ball is in!
Ding!
[Number of goals in the game: Host and Ah Xing 1:0! 】

Ok?
Does this work too?
Does this even start the main quest?

"It's all because of you that we have a chance to perform!" All the brothers said around Ah Xing.

"Welcome to the brothers!" Ah Xing knelt down and kowtowed to the brothers.

"Thank you!" The brothers also knelt down and returned the salute.

"You're welcome, I want to thank you all!" The coach staggered over and then knelt down to everyone.

"I'll post it this time, thank you!"

"We admit defeat, please give me a chance and let us join your team!" Seeing this, the men who repaired the team ran over and begged.

"I beg you, give me another chance!" The pleading voices were endless.

Su San also walked over from a distance, seeing that everyone's spirits were available, she nodded to Ah Xing and the coach.

Ah!
The coach also nodded at the same time as Ah Xing.

"Hahahaha!"

Afterwards, everyone laughed, and the Shaolin football team was officially established!
Jiang Bao also came over and brought over his sneakers, jerseys, etc.

"Wow! Such good shoes?!" When everyone came back to their senses, they found that Jiang Bao was carrying the shoes and clothes.

Then they rushed over together, overturned the sauce, and then hurriedly found their own size.

"Let's go, register the team and compete!" the coach said after seeing that everyone had got their clothes and shoes.

"Go!" Everyone agreed.

For the National Super Cup football competition, you need to register the team and then register with the Football Association before you can participate in the competition.

But now the boss of the Football Association is the uncle's deadly enemy, the big brother Xiong who once framed him.

Seeing Uncle, A Xing, and the gangsters below, those staff members of the football association were fooling around and didn't take this seriously at all, so they stopped their idea of ​​​​registering the team, thinking that they were making trouble.

"What? I knew they had to come here in good clothes, and they were all reluctant to wear them, saying that they only wore them for the game, but now they are dressed like this, what kind of football can they play!" Su San complained.

"Hey, they are not willing to part with it, I understand!" The coach uncle also sighed.

……

"Why not?" the coach asked a little sister.

"Sorry, sir." The staff member in a white T-shirt and yellow skirt looked apologetic.

"Little sister, you were not born when I played football!" The coach handed the registration form to the staff.

"What are you so embarrassed about?"

"But our person in charge is not here." The working beauty said.

Following a commotion, a group of people came over.

The leader is a big man in a suit. He wears sunglasses, has long hair, white trousers and white leather shoes underneath, and staring eyes.

"National competition, everyone can participate!" The coach complained to the staff.

"Golden right foot!" The boss interrupted when he saw the coach and the staff arguing.

"Are you here again?" The boss came over and patted the female staff member on the shoulder.

"Brother Xiong!" the coach greeted.

"Brother Xiong, he..." The female staff wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Brother Xiong.

"Okay, okay." Brother Xiong dismissed the female staff.

"Brother Xiong, I want to bring my team to the competition!" the coach said obsequiously.

"The open competition, everyone has the right to participate!" The coach smiled.

"Hey!?" Brother Xiong shook his hand.

"Not everyone has the right. I am the chairman of the committee. Whoever I say has the right, you have the right! Do you understand?" Brother Xiong pointed at the coach with a pen.

"Ah, hahaha, I understand!" the coach said, nodding and bowing.

"What's your team?" Brother Xiong asked with interest.

"Come here, come here!" The coach greeted after listening.

"Brother Xiong!"

The Shaolin football team, who was still in a daze, smoking, lying on the ground and sleeping, immediately surrounded him. Su San stood at the end of the team, squinting and looking at this side. He looked like a spectator instead of a player.

"Brother Xiong!"

"Brother Xiong!"

"Brother Xiong!"

the crowd cried.

"Get up!" Jiang Bao kicked the thin, shirtless man lying on the ground. ,

Brother Na Xiong looked around, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, and then it got worse and worse.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" The laughter became louder and louder.

"This team is simply the best!" He turned to look behind him and smiled.

After saying this, the Shaolin football team also laughed, but Su San was a little depressed. Isn't this a pure irony?
Heart plug!

(End of this chapter)