super god substitute

Chapter 10 Complete the mission
On the court in the morning, there were no people, only Bu Fan and the others were training and fighting.

The white team plays against the red team.

Even though no one was watching, and there was no pointing from the audience, Li Yiming, Song Xiaobing, Ai Lei, and Liu Meng could still feel their faces burning. The ball was kicked so fucking aggrieved.

Only Bu Fan didn't have this sense of humiliation. He only wanted to complete the system tasks and reached out for the ball in the frontcourt.

A defender of the white team couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Hey, don't ask for the ball, even if they pass it to you, what can you do?"

Bu Fan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and ran actively but heavily.

He stared at the ball-handler of the white team. This player was moving on the side and broke through Song Xiaobing's defense with the ball. Running to the backcourt, defending the players of the white team who were going forward and trying to grab points in front of the goal, Liu Meng walked slowly to the backcourt. After playing together for so long, Bu Fan knew Liu Meng's plan. Then go it alone with the ball.

The player of the white team who broke through from the wing staggered. Seeing that his steps were out of order and he might not be able to control the football, he hastily kicked a pass.

The moment he passed the ball, Bu Fan's eyes lit up, and he quietly stood in front of the white team's central defender.

The central defender underestimated Bu Fan, and he didn't think the red team had a chance to counterattack, so he didn't care about Bu Fan's position, and let Bu Fan stand in front of him, watching the front attack very leisurely.

But it was not an opportunity, but it became an opportunity, because the white team's pass from the side was weak, and Li Yiming just happened to be on the pass line and easily grabbed the football.

Bu Fan waved: "Pass the ball to me!"

Li Yiming's thinking is the same as that of Song Xiaobing and Ai Lei. To play football with Bu Fan, he must give Bu Fan some room to play.

Without even thinking about it, Li Yiming passed a big ball to Bu Fan.

"I'll go, it's really a pass." The central defender behind Bu Fan spat in surprise, but it was just a surprise. He can guarantee that Bu Fan will never be able to hold Li Yiming's pass, because he can't do it himself. The ball with big feet has a bit of power. This is because I haven't played football for many years and I haven't been able to control the power well.

"I'll go, what are you doing running there?" The central defender was once again confused by Bu Fan's actions, and ran towards the ball. Bu Fan couldn't catch the ball unless Bu Fan jumped up.

The thought of Bu Fan jumping up to head the ball made the central defender feel ridiculous. He believed that Bu Fan would definitely deflect the football.

Therefore, he slowly followed Bu Fan, trying to put pressure on Bu Fan, allowing Bu Fan to head the ball in a panic under pressure, and head the ball to an unknown place. His defense was considered very successful.

When other members of the white team saw Bu Fan's actions, some people stopped and waited for their teammates to snatch the ball, and then passed the football to themselves, while some people ran slowly, planning to grab the ball by chance.

Liu Meng was rushing forward, but also slowed down, cursing in a low voice: "Idiot."

Just like that, Bu Fan jumped up under the eyes of a group of idiots, and then pointed his head at the football.

"Liu Meng grabs the ball!" Bu Fan yelled as he headed the ball.

Liu Meng was taken aback: "Where are you going to grab the ball?"

Although he questioned Bu Fan, he habitually looked forward and accelerated his speed.

He saw the football fly towards an empty space, the gap between the White team's full-backs and centre-backs.

Liu Meng's heart was overjoyed, he kicked the ground suddenly, his speed suddenly increased, and he rushed towards the football that was about to hit the ground.

"No, Liu Meng can't get the football."

"The defender runs back and prepares to block the door."

Amidst the exclamation, Liu Meng strode over, stopped and walked, and grabbed a good position. Because the defenders of the white team were running slowly, under such circumstances, they naturally couldn't keep up with Liu Meng's. Rhythm.

Liu Meng grabbed his position and faced the unguarded goal.

There is a goalkeeper in futsal, but now it is an intra-team confrontation without a goalkeeper.

Liu Meng stepped on a few small steps, adjusted his step, aimed at the goal, and pushed lightly, and the football rolled into the goal smoothly. He didn't waste the footwork he had acquired for many years playing wild football.

"Damn it, I was hit back so easily." The members of the white team couldn't believe it in their minds.

Li Yiming, Song Xiaobing, and Ai Lei cheered: "Bu Fan, beautiful assist!"

"Bu Fan, you are the best in the audience!"

"You are the most perfect center forward!"

Liu Meng scored a goal for the red team, and was about to celebrate happily, but was poured cold water by the cheers of the three, and thought sadly: "Please, I am the one who scored the goal, it was me, Liu Meng , why are you going around Bu Fan?"

But Liu Meng quickly regained his mental balance. Thinking that Bu Fan and the others lived in the same dormitory, and he was just an outsider, he couldn't be envious of such a thing. Who told his roommate not to be a fan or play football?

Thinking about it this way, Liu Meng felt a little envious of Bu Fan. He envied that Bu Fan's roommates were all fans.

Walking to Bu Fan's side, Liu Meng said sourly: "Boy, your header is not bad. So you have hidden it so deeply. After this, whoever dares to say that you can't play football, I will be impatient."

Bu Fan wasn't sure what Liu Meng meant, so he said, "I really don't know how to play football."

"Up to you." Liu Meng waved his hand and ran back to his place.

Bu Fan smiled and stopped guessing Liu Meng's thoughts. Anyway, Liu Meng has such a temper. Besides, he is here to play football, not to figure out people's hearts. It is better to play the ball well if he spends his time trying to figure out people's hearts Just like the header just now, all his thoughts were on the header, so he could barely make it well.

Although the header was a bit far away and was about to approach the sideline, Bu Fan had to admire Liu Meng's speed and explosive power. In his opinion, Liu Meng was able to save the unsaved ball and break through the White team's goal. Liu Meng's contribution to this goal was indeed greater than his.

Li Yiming and the others surrounded him to celebrate, but Bu Fan still felt a little sorry.

But the small psychological burden was quickly submerged in the great happiness after the task was completed.

"Congratulations to the host, predicting Liu Meng's movement position, and adding a basic value to the prediction evaluation."

"Congratulations to the host, seeing the white team's opening, and using this opening, the vision evaluation has increased by a basic value."

"Congratulations to the host, for completing the system tasks, passing, dribbling, shooting, vision, awareness, tactics, anticipation, and leadership have gained a basic value, achieved zero breakthroughs, and truly embarked on the road to stardom."

"Task reward, among the ten star evaluations, you can choose one to increase the value by 10 points, please make a choice within 24 hours, otherwise the reward will be cancelled."

"Complete the task ahead of time, and get one chance to answer the question from the system. Please ask the system within 24 hours, otherwise the chance to ask the question will be cancelled."

(End of this chapter)