Quick Pass: Play Cannon Fodder

With a penalty kick from a spoon, Xing Huan tricked the No. 17 U[-] goalkeeper.Under his leadership, the Xiong'an A team became more courageous and directly advanced to the final.

Liang McQueen was not absent from every game during the period.Wherever the Xiongan A team plays, Liang McQueen will watch the game in the VIP box of that stadium.

This makes the fans more convinced that Liang McQueen is paying attention to a certain youth player of the Xiongan A team, and the most likely one is No. 17 Wen Qiuren.

Netizens also found that this "temporary striker" is very handsome, and upon closer inspection, he is simply handsome, without the rustic taste of a countryman at all, but rather cute and simple.

Coupled with Xing Huan's outstanding performance, before the end of the league, he had already gained a lot of fans, mainly female fans, and occasionally he heard doubts from male fans and trolls.

"No matter how well Wen Qiuren played, he was not half as good as Liang McQueen. He may become an excellent striker, and it remains to be seen how far he can go."

"Can anyone tell me who this little chick is? I've never heard of it, maybe it's just a flash in the pan. Those who pay attention to him are all fake fans, all female fans who don't understand football."

However, the female fans didn't care about their doubts at all, and just kept swiping the screen:

"This league allowed me to get to know No. 17 Wen Qiuren. Although he is not the captain, he is definitely the soul of the team. He deserves to be a player who has played in midfield. His ability to organize offense is strong!"

"Sorry, I'm just a fake fan. I think Wen Qiuren looks clean and plays football aggressively. I just pay attention to him. Get rid of the trolls!"

"That is to say, you can do it! You only have the ability to be a keyboard warrior, and you judge others through the network cable all day long. Is it difficult to admit that others are better than you?"

On the other hand, the coach has strict rules that prohibit players from paying attention to online news and comments during the game, so as not to affect their mood and state.

Xing Huan is not a low-headed person either, and has no interest in online speech.What's more, he has to take time to accompany Liang McQueen, and he has a very fulfilling life, and he has no time to pay attention to these things.

And Liang McQueen seems to be suffering from a disease that cannot take care of himself. His foot injury has obviously started to improve, but he will still pretend to be critically ill the moment he sees Xing Huan.

On the eve of the final, he even pestered Xing Huan to help him take a bath, causing Xing Huan to kick him directly into the bathtub...

"Senior Liang, isn't your right hand still alive? Why do you want me to help you take a bath?" Xing Huan raised his eyebrows and sat beside the bathtub.

Liang McQueen turned over and leaned against the bathtub.Afterwards, he wiped the bubbles on his forehead, and put his arms on the edge of the bathtub, revealing his firm and smooth chest muscles.

"Little crutches, you signed a three-year contract with me, and bathing is also within the scope of work of the nurse." After finishing speaking, Liang McQueen's brown eyes flashed, and his sexy eyes directly hit Xing Huan's heart.

Damn, why don't you make a fuss?This bastard is still stubborn!Xing Huan grabbed the towel and wiped Liang McQueen's arms and chest muscles silently.

A silky smooth feeling wandered across Liang McQueen's chest and also spread to Xing Huan's palm. As the mist filled the air, both of them lost their minds.

The moment he looked up, Xing Huan noticed that Liang McQueen's face was blushing, and he had put his left hand back in the bathtub. Even through the bubbles in the tub, he could guess that Liang McQueen was trying to comfort the bare tent.

Out of fun, Xing Huan said solemnly and coldly: "Give me your left hand, don't masturbate in front of me."

"I don't." Liang McQueen retracted his left hand, and there was nowhere to rest his anxiety. "It's you, don't you like men? Have you had a boyfriend yet?"

Heh, pervert, you can really change the subject.Xing Huan knew that Liang McQueen had already found out about him, so he shook his head with an expression of "he hates straight men".

"Well, then don't pay, just concentrate on playing football." Liang McQueen said casually, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising.

Xing Huan let out an "oh", and finished wiping Liang McQueen's upper body in a short while.He was about to leave when Liang McQueen suddenly put his arms around his waist and dragged him into the huge bathtub!

"You... What are you going crazy about!" Xing Huan lay on Liang McQueen's chest directly, only feeling that the clothes were heavy, and the bottom of his trousers was touching the wild man's lifeblood.

Liang McQueen raised Xing Huan's chin to prevent him from choking on the water and at the same time wiped off the excess bubbles, revealing his handsome face that was shining bright red.

"I'm not crazy, I also want to help you take a bath." After finishing speaking, Liang McQueen pulled Xing Huan's clothes and tried to take off his yellow T-shirt.

Xing Huan splashed in the water and threatened: "I said, please keep a football with me..." Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Liang McQueen put his slender fingers into his mouth.

After several provocations, Xing Huan simply sucked Liang McQueen's finger, imagining that he was eating a lollipop, and said while eating: "Well, cripple, I don't like straight men, and I don't even like you."

Seeing that Xing Huan was still duplicity, Liang McQueen laughed and said: "It's okay, I'm just curious about your circle, you can just let me experience it."

experience?Xing Huan opened his eyes and spat out Liang McQueen's finger.

"Don't think that if you are an ace player, I will climb into your bed. I am not Xiao Yinlong. I will definitely join the national team with my own strength."

Later, Xing Huan stepped on Liang McQueen's lifeblood, turned over and climbed out of the bathtub.When he was getting dressed, he glared at Liang McQueen again, his black eyes seemed to have seductive hooks.

Liang McQueen pushed Bubbles, and folded his arms on the edge of the bathtub.He looked at Xing Huan with a smile in his eyes, and thought the little crutches were so cute!

Whatever the North City Xiongan, whatever the national team, as long as Xing Huan wants to play in the next World Cup, he can pass on all the skills of a striker to Xing Huan, and he is willing to do so without any complaints.

In fact, Liang McQueen does have plans to be a coach. He can't play football, but it doesn't mean he can't train a new generation of star players.Watching these players win glory for the country is also a great joy in life, and it will also give you a sense of accomplishment.

Gradually, Liang McQueen came out from the shadow of the car accident. He even thanked the accident for bringing Xing Huan to his side.

Xing Huan doesn't care what Liang McQueen thinks, he is bound to win the Hercules Cup, and then go to the wild man to settle the score.

Before that, of course Liang McQueen wanted to help him, and he didn't even look at who painted this oil painting without him, the point is without him!He must let Liang McQueen contribute.

In this way, Xing Huan entered the final of the U17 League with an extremely powerful killing intent.

With the tacit cooperation with his teammates, he attacked again and again and scored goals repeatedly. In the first half alone, he staged a hat-trick of scoring three goals in a row.

Even an old fan showed a surprised expression, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "What kind of stimulation has this child received? It's so cruel..."

After the final whistle sounded, the two commentators happily announced:

"In this final, Xiong'an A team fought against Kuquan A team and won the U4 league championship with an absolute advantage of 0 to 17!"

"It is worth mentioning that Wen Qiuren scored a hat-trick and scored 3 goals alone, tying the number of personal goals scored by strikers in the U17 league final."

"Yes, yes, and the record holder is Liang McQueen. I believe that after this game, the major clubs can't wait to sign Wen Qiuren."

"Run! Wen Qiuren, we believe that you will become Liang McQueen's successor, so as to dedicate more wonderful shots to the fans!"

"The above will be live broadcasted here for you, and we will see you next year."

"..." After watching the rebroadcast of the final, Xing Huan couldn't help but twitch his mouth, feeling quite speechless in his heart.

Right now, he's sitting in the living room of the convalescent room, his figure constantly flashing on the TV, replaying his scoring moments over and over again.

After the league ended, Xing Huan returned to his previous life, but his life was no longer peaceful.Under the arrangement of the coach, he applied for a social account, gained a group of fans, and also won the favor of the club.

The difference from before is that these clubs have better records and will also send players to the national team.But they only want Xing Huan to play forward, and they have already regarded Xing Huan as Liang McQueen's successor.

When the advertisement was played on the TV, Xing Huan threw the remote control away and lay down on the sofa with the back of his head in his arms.His eyeballs rolled and rolled, and his little mouth pouted and pouted, he really wanted to beat the two commentators!

Liang McQueen came in from the garden. After seeing Xing Huan's playful appearance, he chuckled lightly and said, "Baby... Uh, I mean little crutches, what are you thinking about?"

Xing Huan glanced at Liang McQueen, then sat up, and said lightly: "The commentator exaggerated my performance, I am not suitable to play forward."

Liang McQueen was a little surprised, but he also realized this, so he asked Xing Huan to explain the reason.

In fact, Liang McQueen also knew that the Kuquan A team entered the final by kicking fake balls. Their strength is very weak, not half of that of Fengning A team.

In order to win the championship, the Kuquan A team bought other competing teams and bribed other teams to give up the ball, thus reaching a tacit understanding of black-box operations.

In other words, the reason why Xing Huan was able to play a hat-trick in the final was not because he played well, but because his opponent was so bad, like a rookie.

Facing the really strong Fengning A team, Xing Huan only took advantage of the defender's penalty area defensive foul to seize a penalty kick.

Blinking, Xing Huan grinned and said: "You don't want to pretend, you know that my goal in the final is not high in gold content, not as good as the record you created when you were 17 years old. And I don't want to play as a striker, nor do I want to play as a midfielder." suit me."

"Oh, then which position do you want to play?" After finishing speaking, Liang McQueen sat beside Xing Huan, remembering the first time he and Xing Huan met.

Under the warm winter sun, he was still losing his temper, and just kicked the football out, but Xing Huan drew an arc like lightning in front of his eyes, comparable to a world-class goalkeeper.

At this moment, Xing Huan lay on Liang McQueen's lap, pulled his tie again, and coquettishly said, "I want to be a goalkeeper." Afterwards, he pouted his face into a bun, looking quite cute .

Liang McQueen was startled at first, then looked down at Xing Huan's black eyes, as if he heard the most beautiful voice in the world.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind: buy, buy, buy, Dangdang, give what the little crutches want!