Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Since coming to the island, Qin Feng has performed miracles continuously.

Zheng Mengzhun's inherent understanding of Longguo football has been shattered time and time again.

He looked down on Qin Feng from the beginning, then questioned, then feared, and until today he completely admits he is intimidated.

This process only took 4 days!

If you can't compete, just become "friends"!

This is one of Jung Mong Joon's life principles.

He narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to repair the relationship with Qin Feng.

Everyone around the stadium is cheering for Qin Feng.

Only one person noticed Chung Mong Joon's "abnormality".

"In a tiny place, villains rule..."

Zhou Chuanqiong sneered behind Zheng Mengzhun's back, and then looked at Qin Feng on the field.

On the court, Qin Fengjing's upper body was bare, his chin was raised high, sweat ran down his muscles, the sun shone, and his whole body was glowing.

Zhou Chuanqiong's eyes stayed on Qin Feng's crutches, and he didn't move for a long time.

After scoring the goal, Qin Feng stood up and greeted the cheers with open arms.

After celebrating for a while, he bent down and pulled up Zhang Yulin who looked resentful.

"Old Hei, the 'White Crane Spreading its Wings' just now was pretty handsome, but it was almost too late."

"Mr. Qin, you can't do that by making fake moves to deceive your teammates!"

Zhang Yulin couldn't laugh or cry.

"do not mind the details."

Qin Feng smiled, walked to the door, and pulled open the air release valve of Liu Jiansheng's life jacket.

Another puff.

Liu Jiansheng slowly shrank.

"As expected of Sixth Brother, you can really play Sixth!"

Qin Feng suppressed his laughter and pointed to a few brand new life jackets on the sidelines, "There is still time, hurry up and change one, otherwise no one will save you in a while."

"Qin Dong, you..."

Liu Jiansheng wanted to complain, but Shang Yin was about to blow the whistle to restart the game.

He got up and rushed to the sidelines...

Wait for Liu Jiansheng to return to the field.

The game starts again.

The Ibrahimovic kick-off.

The game has been played for 3 minutes.

1:0 lead.

Qin Feng was extremely relaxed.

But he soon discovered something was wrong.

The Shangyin whistle sounded.

A group of Zhang Yulin and Grosso whistled and rushed to the opposite side to grab the ball indiscriminately, leaving Qin Feng alone in a mess.

These guys from NND play me!

Qin Feng reacted immediately, jumped and cursed, and quickly returned to defense.

"Qin, I'm sorry!"

Suddenly, a simple and honest voice came from behind.

Qin Feng turned around in astonishment.

Kopke, the old German goalkeeper, stood in front of the door, winked and smiled and said, "I'm an actor."

actor?

What do you mean?

Before Qin Feng could figure out what Kopke meant, the soccer ball whistled past Qin Feng's ears with a bang.

Kopke made an exaggerated sideways pounce, feeling lonely.

1: 1!

Ibrahimovic made a strong shot and instantly equalized the score.

"Qin, come on!"

Ibrahimovic walked from Qin Feng to the door, bent down to fish out the football, and ran slowly towards the center line.

When passing by Qin Feng.

He bumped into Qin Feng and said with a sinister smile: "I hope you can swim, otherwise..."

Ibrahimovic pointed to the sideline life jacket with his chin.

"To borrow your words, you still have time..."

"Hahaha……"

The players of the Liaodong team laughed out loud on and off the field, winking at Qin Feng.

"Zlatan!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth with black lines all over his head.

He figured it out.

These boys colluded to throw themselves into the sea!

Turning back to look at Kopke, Qin Feng asked: "Andreas, what if I don't ask other people for help?"

"Oliver and Jens?"

Kopke laughed and said, "During the first game, your players found us, and the three of us promised to 'help' you!"

No!

Qin Feng stared at the sidelines.

Kahn and Lehman curled their lips and shrugged, looking indifferent.

"What if Liu and the others join my team..."

Qin Feng didn't give up on asking, and the next second he was pissed off by himself.

Kopke can still make saves anyway.

If there are several Liu Jianshengs, I'm afraid they will directly "act out"!

"You guys can do it!"

Qin Feng stretched out his hand to point out everyone, "Do you really think I have nothing to do?!"

Defense is not good.

At worst, I'll score a goal!

The final outcome depends on the goal difference!

"kick off!"

He stood on the center line with a tiger face and shouted at Ibrahimovic.

Ibrahimovic returned with a smirk.

Qin Feng rushed up with crutches...

The 15-minute game ended quickly.

Qin Feng scored 4 goals.

Except for the incredible spoon at the beginning.

With his own strength, Qin Feng scored 2 more goals with head kicks.

The fourth goal was scored by Zhang Yulin.

Sun Li was on the sidelines.

He couldn't help being handsome.

For this reason, Zhang Yulin also suffered a lot of complaints.

Scoring 15 goals in 4 minutes, the offensive efficiency is extremely high.

But Qin Feng couldn't be happy.

The final score of the two teams...

4: 9!

The Ibrahimovic team scored a record 15 goals in 9 minutes, leaving no room for Qin Feng.

The goal difference of the Qinfeng team is directly negative by 5, and it is basically determined to be at the bottom.

Get off the pitch.

Qin Feng sat down on the turf, gritted his teeth and glared at a group of Liaodong players.

Everyone in the Liaodong team looked over with malicious intentions and smiled treacherously.

Rest for 5 minutes.

The Modric team and the Ibrahimovic team started the final battle.

But basically no one pays attention to the game on the field.

Everyone was staring at Qin Feng with teasing smiles.

"Zlatan, attack if you are a brother!"

"Old Li, if you don't want to go back to the bench, just give me a goal!"

"Fatty, Xu Shengqin, fat brother..."

"Little Mozi, for the sake of being good to you, don't be defensive...Why did you tackle the ball!"

"Pepe, heroes never take advantage of others!"

"Jiayi..."

"..."

Off the court, Qin Feng was dying, talking nonsense.

But how can anyone listen to him!

Ibrahimovic and his gang were not on the field at all, they kicked in a daze.

As game time approaches.

The booing on the sidelines is gradually getting louder

Everyone looked at Qin Feng with full expectation.

Qin Feng's eyes rolled around.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Then the final whistle sounded.

Qin Feng ran away as if he heard the firing of the [-]-meter starting gun.

"Mr. Qin has run away!"

"Chase, chase!"

"You can run away from him, who sells sliced ​​cakes!"

"Come on..."

"..."

A group of Liaodong players rushed to Qin Feng.

A group of German football stars laughed and followed to watch the fun.

"It's nice to be young!"

Looking at the crowd running away in a swarm, Johansson sighed and patted Beckenbauer on the shoulder.

"Let the young man go crazy and accompany me to the bar for another Franz."

"Haha, it's okay to have a drink."

Beckenbauer stretched his neck and said with a smile: "We'll talk about it when I see Qin Feng being thrown into the sea."

After speaking, he ran quickly towards the direction where Qin Feng disappeared.

Looks like it's time to join in the fun...

Johansson shrugged and was about to follow.

"Chairman Johansson, I will accompany you!"

Zheng Mengzhun stood up in time.

"Zheng..."

Johansson stopped in a daze, nodded after thinking about it, and said, "Let's go, chat with me."

The two walked to the bar side by side.

"Chairman Johansson, after 4 years, I think Dragon Kingdom should appear in the World Cup."

As soon as he sat down, Zheng Mengzhun said directly.

Johansson raised his eyes and glanced over, smiling lightly.

half an hour.

"Zheng, call for a drink first!" He turned around and waved to the service staff, "One glass, no, two glasses of champagne..."

Haven't waited for the drinks to arrive.

There was a plop in the distance.

Immediately the laughter shook the sky...

……