Blue and White Society

  Chapter 2 Mo Poor

   "Tsk tsk... Where's my arrow?"

   Huaxia Yanda Beach, a young man has been searching for an hour back and forth along the beach.

  He held a short bow in his hand, but he could not find an arrow.

  At noon, he was free and found a place where no one was around, and practiced archery with a target.

   In the end, I didn't know which tendon was wrong, and felt that the sun was too poisonous, so I suddenly shot an arrow at the sun.

   Can an arrow shoot down the sun? Do you really think you are Hou Yi?

   In the end, he really suffered retribution. In the blink of an eye, the arrow disappeared.

  He stared directly at the sun for a brief moment. Even though the light in the photosphere of the star is weakened layer by layer, how can the naked eye be able to look directly at it for too long.

  So while shooting this arrow, he closed his eyes,

   As a result, he heard a loud bang, which nearly deafened him.

  When he regained his senses dizzily and looked at the sky, there was only a trace of clouds running through the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen.

  The cloud marks faded away quickly, and the young man looked around, wondering if he had shot a piercing arrow that shocked hundreds of miles.

  But he quickly shook his head and smiled, guessing that the arrow was blown into the sea by the wind.

"Forget it."

  Young people feel very strange, but if they can't find it, they can't find it, and there is nothing they can do.

  After going full circle, the young man gave up.

  Packed up the archery practice and returned to the dormitory.

  As soon as he entered the door, he heard his roommate Han Dang say: "Magic Ball, why is it so late? You went to shoot the sun, you? There is a game in the afternoon."

  The young man's face was embarrassing, because he always went to practice archery, and his classmates laughed at him because he wanted to practice the ability to shoot the sun.

   "I know, alas, I dropped an arrow and searched for an hour and couldn't find it."

   "It's just an arrow, hurry up and gather!" the roommate said and ran away.

   "Han Dang wait a minute, I'll put the bow away." The young man said hastily.

  His name is Moqiong, not a magic ball, but his classmates like to call him that, so let them go.

   Speaking of which, as a child in the mountains, he might have been called Qiang, Wei, or Sheng.

  But with his surname, it is a common name that is not right.

  At first, he had a previous name, Mo Chao, but this one sounded like 'don't go beyond'.

  People must be self-motivated and not surpass, is it the end of the crane?

   Such a name only accompanied him when he was three years old, and he changed another name, which was Mo Poor. Although Mo Poor felt that his name still sounded good when he grew up, it was hard to change it after he went to school.

  The family thinks simply, since our surname is Mo, we are afraid of calling it whatever.

   They don't know what kind of future children should have. They only know one hard truth: Don't be poor!

   There is no simpler expectation than this, and this is the name that is chosen only when the poor are afraid.

  Mo Qiong is also quite motivated, and his grades have always been among the best. Two years after he was admitted to the University of Tobacco, although he did not receive a scholarship, he was subsidized.

  At this moment, Han Dang pulled Mo Poor and said, "What kind of bow do you want to put on, just throw it on the bed."

   Mo Poor was pulled by him, and before he had time to hang up the bow, he simply threw it at the bedside shelf.

   "唰...噗..."

  I saw the bow and quiver in my hand drew an arc respectively, spanning a distance of three meters, and hung them up precisely.

  If there is only one thing, try it a few times, practice makes perfect, maybe anyone can.

  But Mo Poor threw the bow and quiver with one hand at the same time, making them hang on both sides of the shelf respectively. This set of throwing looks very pleasing and chic.

   Mo Qiong was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect it to feel so good.

   "It's amazing, it's over, let's go!" Han Dang was surprised at Mo Poor's throwing ability, and then pulled Mo Poor out of the dormitory.

   There is a football match in the afternoon, the home game is against the football team of Dengzhou Sports School.

  Although it was just a friendly match, the opponent was a super team in East China in the College Football League.

  The president said that if he wins, there will be a big dinner in the evening and countless beauties as companions.

  Although everyone knows the second half of the sentence is nonsense, everyone still attaches great importance to this game.

   On the way, Han Dang said: "Give me more passes in the game later."

   "You should tell the midfielder." Mo Poor smiled.

  He has been fond of archery since he was a child. After all, he is a child in the mountains. He can shoot birds with a slingshot at the age of six, can make bows and arrows at the age of ten, and can shoot the neck of a pheasant at a distance of 50 meters at the age of eighteen.

  Physical fitness is not enough. He is 1.89 meters tall and has long hands and feet. Now he can hit nine out of ten shots in the bull's-eye within a hundred paces.

   It is exactly like this, Mo Poor is in school and joined the football club...

  Yes, he is proficient in bow and arrow... joined the football club. No way, there is no bow and arrow club in the school, and he had to choose at least one club to join, and was dragged into the football club by his roommates.

   And he is indeed quite suitable, with his broad vision and quick response, coupled with his long hands and long feet, he became the starting goalkeeper in the football club in just one year.

  Han Dang runs fast and can dribble, so he is the main striker.

  The two are far away from each other, so Mo Qiong laughed and Han Dang asked him for the ball.

"Come on, do you expect us to overwhelm the midfielder? Maybe I will be the only one in the frontcourt when we are overwhelmed... It is better to expect you to find my position with your big feet and try your luck." Han Dang A look that sees through the future.

  Mo Qiong laughed and said: "I also predicted a wave, and Wang Xiong will definitely pass it back to me madly."

   "This is a scam, and the dishes are so expensive that they insist on starting." Han Dang said with a curled lip.

   "Have you ever seen the captain not start?" Mo Qiong shrugged.

  When they rushed to the lounge, there were still fifteen minutes before the game.

  Mo Poor quickly changed his jersey and shoes, sat on the bench and listened to the coach's arrangement.

  The coach nodded when he saw him and said: "Xiao Mo, you have a heavy task today. The opponent No. 12 Zhang Xin averaged 1.8 goals per game in the league. Both left and right feet are dominant. If you can keep him clean, we will have a chance."

  Mo Poor nodded, indicating that he remembered.

  Then the coach nagged a few more words, which sounded like that, but that was all.

   After all, the strategy summarized in the end is very simple: defend to find opportunities.

  That’s right, it’s not even a defensive counterattack. What the coach said is: look for opportunities...

   After all, they are not professional coaches, and they are not professional players. It would be nice to find someone from the football club to help them analyze their opponents.

  When he was about to play, the captain cheered again: "It's still the same sentence, if you win, you will have a big meal and fellowship."

   "Hundreds of school girls in the stands are looking at us. It doesn't matter how many **** are poured, what matters is the momentum!"

   "Football is round, what if we win?"

   "We can't lose our momentum, do you understand?"

  Everyone coaxed: "Oh!"

  Mo Poor also looked very motivated, but he couldn't help being speechless.

  What does it mean that it doesn't matter how many **** are poured?

  This morale might as well not be uplifting. Being able to say such things, it seems that I already instinctively feel that I will be tortured by blood.

  …

  After entering the field, everyone habitually turned towards the stands, but they were completely stunned when they saw it.

   I saw that in the stands, there was really a large group of female students, at least two hundred of them were Yingying and Yanyan.

   "My God, Wang Xiong still has two brushes." Han Dang said in amazement.

  Mo Poor was also stunned. Although there are many people who usually watch football, there are very few girls.

  Usually a few would be good, but this time more than two hundred came at once, it was really scary, the meaning of this game suddenly changed.

  The captain Wang Xiong said: "How about it, I didn't lie to you. This is just a friendly match. The opponent will definitely not use all their strength. Let's cooperate at the beginning of the game and give them a hard time."

  Everyone nodded, and their spirits changed suddenly.

  Under the watchful eyes of the spectators, Mo Poor could see that everyone was confident, as if they were playing against a strong team.

  The momentum was like a rainbow, and Wang Xiong even said: "Kick it well, we will be fierce, and we will open 50-50 with the sports school!"

   "..." Mo Poor ran to the door dumbfounded, he really didn't want to hear Wang Xiong cheering him up, he only dared to brag about 50/50, so it's better not to brag.

   The game started, and there was a stronger cheering sound from the stands than ever before.

  Mo Poor clapped his hands and began to observe the game.

  As Wang Xiong said, the opening was ruthless.

  The midfielder presses heavily, trying his best to create opportunities.

  As the left back, Wang Xiong actually crossed the half-court.

  Mo Poor was taken aback, secretly thinking something bad was going to happen.

   Sure enough, in just four minutes, the ball changed hands, and the opponent suddenly counterattacked.

   But with a three-legged pass, the ball was brought to the left side of the penalty area.

  Wang Xiong's return to defense was too slow, the left side was almost empty, and it was No. 12 Zhang Xin who dribbled the ball into the penalty area.

  Mo Poor stared at Zhang Xin's feet, his body trying to cover the angle as much as possible.

   "Boom!"

   Facing the shot, Mo Poor calmly found the trajectory, but the ball was too fast, and he only had time to punch it out.

  I thought in my heart that if I tried to hold the ball, I might not be able to grasp it firmly, causing the ball to fall into the small penalty area, or even Zhang Xin's feet, and he would have no choice but to make a supplementary shot.

   "The corner kick is acceptable, at least the formation can be reorganized..." Mo Poor was just thinking about it, but suddenly looked at the ball in midair in astonishment.

  I saw that the ball did not fly out of the bottom line, but made an arc and bounced to Zhang Xin's feet.

"what?"

  Mo Poor didn't have time to think, and hurriedly continued to block the angle.

  The landing point of the ball was beyond his expectation, and also beyond Zhang Xin's expectation.

  Zhang Xin originally thought that the ball would be hit out of the baseline, but secretly said it was a pity. Unexpectedly, it bounced to his feet again, after a moment of stunned, he resolutely shot a close-range shot.

   "Boom!" Mo Poor's reaction was quick. He has been playing birds since he was a child, and he has an excellent grasp of the trajectory of dynamic objects.

  He spotted the football, put his hands on the grass and kicked his feet according to his feeling.

   He actually touched the ball.

   "It just scratched a little bit, the ball is going to go in..." Just as Mo Poor was thinking so, the football was bounced by his kick, and fell from behind to the grass in front of his face!

"Eh?"

  Mo Poor stretched out his hand decisively, took the football into his arms, and lay still on the ground holding the ball.

  Zhang Xin was ready to celebrate, but when he saw the operation of the scorpion with its back on the ground wagging its tail, he was stunned.

   "It's a pity." Zhang Xin was annoyed, while staring at Mo Poor in amazement, and slowly exited the restricted area.

He secretly thought that he was unlucky. He could use his heels behind his back and rub the ball in front of him like a scorpion wagging its tail. Know where it's going to bounce.

   Opponents are annoyed, and that is the cheers of teammates.

  The two consecutive saves were amazing, and the scene became lively after only four minutes into the game.

   Suddenly, the howls of the alumni rang in my ears.

"Oooo!"

   "Awesome!"

   "Our No. 1 Tianxiu."

   "He seems to be called by his name. I have watched his previous games and he reacted very quickly. But today's wave is really too good, and it should be an extraordinary performance."

  At home, they had nearly 500 people watching the game. Usually there are not so many, but today there are many girls watching the game, which really created a strong home atmosphere.

  However, most of the girls were startled by the sudden burst of applause.

   "Are you in? No, what are their boys calling?"

   "I don't know, I didn't watch the game."

  Most of the girls don't understand why the boys are so excited all of a sudden, isn't it just the beginning?

   They were persuaded by Wang Xiong to come here, and they participated in more than a dozen social clubs at night to free up time. They didn't have any activities in their clubs, and it happened that the football club had an important match, so they were invited by Wang Xiong to join them.

   I am not interested in football itself, I just sit and chat, as a gathering before the friendship.

  A fat man heard the girl's confusion, and immediately leaned over to explain: "There was a professional-level save just now. The No. 1 heel jumped up, and while intercepting the shot, he was able to let the ball fall in front of him..."

  He described the situation just now with eloquence, but the girl's reaction to this was: Oh...

   The fat man was a little discouraged, but there were still girls who liked to watch boys play football. They asked, "Why do you use your heels?"

   "Because it's a double pounce..."

  When the fat man saw someone making a fuss, he immediately got excited, and he became a commentator logically, and he never tired of explaining the situation on the field.

   Not to mention, his existence finally made most girls put down their phones and start paying attention to the game.

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  (end of this chapter)