Run with the ball
The red team kicks off.
Bang bang bang!
The audience in the next section banged their chairs and shouted curses in dissatisfaction.
"Grab the ball, why are you dilly-dallying?"
"Is your leg lame? Run faster and score a goal!"
"A bunch of fucking rubbish!"
…
Lu Miao stared blankly at the nearby football field.
She looked down and found that she was holding the phone in both hands, and the interface was stuck on the group chat of "Group Member Special Forces".
The last speaker was [Heheheha].
[Hee hee ha ha]: What should we do now?
The time of the speech is 20:13.
Time resets again.
"Huh? Why am I sitting on the steps?" The young man with dreadlocks looked at Si Lan beside him in shock. "Who are you? Why are you sitting next to me? Are you..."
"Look at your notes." Si Lan said coldly.
"Ah?" The young man with dreadlocks found a white paper in his palm and looked down hurriedly.
He confirmed that it was his own handwriting, which was crooked and shocking. "Time is heavy..."
Si Lan: "Shut up."
Young man with dreadlocks: "I'm sorry!"
The girl with the eye patch was also shocked that she was sitting in the first row. With her introverted personality, this would never happen, especially since the people sitting next to her were a strange woman with short hair and a woman with a ponytail.
"you……"
Song Zhen's reaction was faster than hers. "Look at your notes before you speak."
Lu Miao quickly read the contents of several sticky notes and understood her plan. The problem was that she had just held the phone with both hands, typing.
What message does she want to reply to in the group?
According to the previous chat records, she must have been replying regarding how to get off the field and play football as quickly as possible.
What method did she come up with?
"Damn! The body down there has no head!"
The young man with dreadlocks exclaimed, causing the deer to stick its head out of the fence.
Below the audience seats was the edge of the football field. A dead body in a red jersey was lying on the green grass. The head of the corpse was alone and rolled away.
"Fuck, score a goal!" Spectators in a certain section shouted.
At this moment, a black shadow fell onto the empty seat in the second row. It turned out to be a shoe.
Lu Miao woke up as if from a dream, and the fog in his mind was cleared by the shoe.
[Xiao Cao Fang Fang]: All the substitute players sat on the edge of the football field, very close to the first row. We aimed at their heads and threw our shoes at them.
When these words were spoken, everyone in the group was shocked.
[①All for you]: Sister, you are not kidding, right?
[Hee hee ha ha]:!!!
[萌兎爷]: Will we take the initiative to reduce the number of substitute players? Indeed, at this distance, we can only use substitute players.
[①Everything for you]: Can we really do this?
[Xiao Cao Fang Fang]: Let’s give it a try. At worst, the time will be reset again.
The girl with the eyepatch had her pupils trembling as she stared at Lu Miao in disbelief. "Will this, will it break the rules?"
"Do the rules say we can't touch the players?"
The girl with the eyepatch was speechless.
Si Lan, who was sitting on the steps, raised the corners of his lips, his smile of joy and anticipation hidden by the filtering mask.
So, 11 people stood up and held onto the fence of the auditorium.
The audience who were still sober stared at their actions, not understanding why they took off their shoes.
The next second, they raised their shoes and threw them at the substitute players in fear and anger.
Gah——
One of the substitute players of the blue team had his neck broken by Lu Miao's mid-calf boots. The opponent's neck was broken in the middle, and the wound was covered with skin and flesh.
However, the substitute player did not bleed and his skin was pale and bluish.
Zhang Lian and Feng Yan were soldiers, ruthless and strong enough that the sneakers they threw caused the two substitute players of the Red Team to bend forward.
The angle of the throw was tricky, and the sneaker hit the back of the neck of a red team substitute player. If it were a living person, the substitute would definitely be knocked unconscious.
Beep——
The referee in black came to the middle of the two teams and glared at the audience sitting in the first row before tossing the coin.
Lu Miao was holding onto the fence of the audience seats. Without thinking too much, he quickly looked down at his notes and then at the group chat records.
Take off your shoes and throw a substitute?
Her pair of mid-calf boots were worn neatly on her feet.
Wonderful!
Si Lan quickly counted the number of substitutes for both teams. "There are 9 substitutes left."
"There are still 31 players on the pitch and we need to reduce that by seven."
[Xiao Cao Fang Fang]: Keep throwing shoes
The audience at the back saw another strange spectacle—11 people inexplicably took off their shoes and threw them at the substitute players below.
Two players from the red team were finally hit on the head by Zhang Lian and Feng Yan.
Beep——
The referee in black walked with angry steps to the middle of the two teams to toss a coin.
"There are seven players left on the bench." Si Lan said.
"Keep throwing!"
…
Beep——
The trembling referee in black came to the middle of the two teams again and tossed a coin.
"There are 6 players left on the bench."
"continue--"
Before Lu Miao finished speaking, he saw the audience walking down from the first row also holding onto the fence.
"Throw!"
This time, some irritable spectators joined in throwing shoes, which made the situation more effective.
…
Beep——
With every step the trembling black-clad referee took, the soles of his spiked shoes splashed grass and dirt.
"There are three players left on the bench."
There were three substitute players all alone, and their backs were covered with shoe prints.
"Throw!"
…
Beep——
There were only 23 players left on the field. The black-clad referee picked up the loudspeaker with his veins bulging. "Attention! There is only one substitute player left for both teams, which is not enough for the game to continue. Now we are going to start a new round. Please send at least 11 players to participate!"
Lu Miao immediately raised his hand. "We have 11 people who can participate. Can we go down now?"
The black-clad referee glared at Lu Miao fiercely. "All right! Please come down and change into your competition equipment!"
A huge group of 11 people walked down the stairs.
The black-clad referees also wore filtering masks, revealing their cloudy eyes, as they examined the contestants one by one.
Chen Zhanqin and the young man with dreadlocks swallowed their saliva nervously, worried that there were abnormal members in the team and they would not pass the referee's review.
The referee's gaze made the girl with the eyepatch feel physically uncomfortable, and she lowered her head timidly.
Weekend folded his arms across his chest and calmly accepted the scrutiny of the referee.
The deer fry could smell a faint fishy odor left by the referee as he passed by.
Soon, the referee in black narrowed his eyes.
Chen Zhanqin swallowed nervously again.
The black-clad referee said sarcastically, "Congratulations on qualifying for the competition. Please take out new game supplies from under the bench. You only have ten minutes to prepare."
"Ten minutes..." Lu Miao smiled at the corner of his eyes and looked at the referee in black meaningfully.
The latter snorted coldly.
After the referee in black left, everyone began to figure out what was going on.
Chen Zhanqin was overjoyed: "Won't the time be reset when the audience plays the next game?"
"The correct rules will not favor one side. The next game is the last way for normal group members to win, and it is also the last time for both sides to decide the victory. It is highly likely that the time will not be reset." Lu Miao saw the gloomy black-clad referee standing at the side of the court. "Besides, the referee is so angry, I am afraid he will not have the opportunity to blow the whistle to reset the time."
Everyone was enlightened.
Si Lan's eyes were full of smiles.
New jerseys and cleats are placed under the bench, along with a list of notes for the team's game.
1. The new team must wear yellow jerseys to play.
2. Please decide the winner with your opponent within 1 hour.
3. If the score is tied, the number of players on both sides will be used as the result of the match, and there will be no overtime.
4. Civilized competition: except for the goalkeeper, participants are not allowed to touch the football with their hands; participants are prohibited from insulting opponents or putting red stickers on opponents.
5. One point is counted when the ball enters the opponent's goal.
"There is no overtime, we have to score a goal and then not allow the other team to score."
"Okay, who's the goalkeeper?"
This position is very important.
"I'll do it." Feng Yan volunteered.
The soldiers act as gatekeepers, and the deer seedlings are happy to see it happen.
The yellow jersey is a short-sleeved T-shirt. They take off their jackets and put it on directly, then change into special spikes for playing football.
Amazing, all shoe sizes fit.
"Is this a strange story about predicting the future? Otherwise how would the shoe size be suitable?" the young man with dreadlocks complained.
Chen Zhanqin said calmly: "Brother, even pollution-free vegetables and meat that are difficult to cultivate can appear. What's so strange about being able to predict the future?"
After Lu Miao put on the spiked shoes, he walked back and forth, occasionally jogging a few steps to get used to the feel of the shoes.
"Remember not to kick the ball too far every time you dribble." Si Lan reminded gently.
She nodded.
The red and blue players on the opposing team mixed together and changed into uniform red jerseys.
The other side has more people and more power.
Through the clear vision of the glasses, they could see clearly that the players on the opposite side had lifeless eyes and pale faces.
"Could they be the group members who were kicked out?" Weekend thought thoughtfully.
"That's fine, but I'm more worried about something else." Chen Zhanqin was worried. "Have you ever played football?"
All the men nodded.
The women all shook their heads.
He just knew it!
Chen Zhanqin slapped his forehead. "According to the rules, it's not difficult for us to steal the ball, but it's difficult to dribble and pass the ball. How about this, every female player must have a male player nearby to receive the ball, how about that?"
The uncle nodded hurriedly. "No problem."
The young man with dreadlocks and the muscular man had no objection.
"Don't be nervous." Lu Miao patted the girl with the eyepatch on the shoulder.
The latter slowly loosened the yellow hem.
In the last four minutes, Zhang Lian led everyone to do warm-up exercises.
A thick haze spread across the football field, and the players came to the middle of the field.
Players from the red and yellow teams have already mixed into the left and right half of the field, and Feng Yan is responsible for guarding the goal in the left half.
The player in charge of kicking off for the yellow team was Chen Zhanqin. He and the player in charge of kicking off for the red team stood on the left and right of the black-clad referee respectively.
The glittering silver coin fell into the palm of the black-clad referee.
The referee in black raised his right hand, signaling the red team to kick off.
Chen Zhanqin cursed secretly and stared at the football under the opponent's feet.
Whoosh——
The football was kicked quickly into the left half and passed straight to a player from the red team.
Suddenly, a yellow figure intercepted the ball halfway, stepped in and kicked the ball away.
Most of the players on the Yellow Team did not expect their team to snatch the ball so quickly.
The hero is none other than the ruthless and taciturn Weekend.
Lu Miao stared at the football coming towards her, knowing that she had to catch it because a red figure nearby was running over impatiently!
She caught a glimpse of the nearest yellow jersey out of the corner of her eye and kicked the football in the direction of that yellow jersey.
Be sure to catch it!
The aggressive red team immediately turned to the yellow team player.
That teammate - Si Lan caught the football easily.
There were few teammates in yellow shirts nearby, so he had to dribble the ball.
His skillful ball control allowed him to evade interceptions from two red team players, but unexpectedly, one of the red team players hit him in the back with his elbow.
All members of the Yellow Team were furious.
But the referee did not blow the whistle.
What the red team players did was not a foul.
"The red team committed a foul! Give them a yellow card!"
"Punish! The damn referee is eating shit!"
…
The enraged spectators roared and even threw their shoes into the court.
Sure enough, the whistle to reset the time did not sound.
Fortunately, Si Lan endured the pain and passed the ball to Zhang Lian who came in time to fill in the position.
Lu Miao narrowed her eyes slightly and found the most suitable thing for her to do.
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