The God-level player of the Cyclone Eleven
7 Another goal!

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"Isn't it just a goal? Is there a need to be so happy? Maybe the other party will turn defeat into victory!”Mu Qi was happy, but Lu Jie was unhappy. It was precisely because he was very unhappy that he muttered.

Mu Qi treated Lu Jie like air and did not even bother with him. Instead, he gave Guan Wenfei a thumbs up."Good luck!"

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle again.

The players were in position. It was Cuiying Middle School's turn to kick off.

Ling Xiao stepped on the football and passed the ball to Wang Jingke as soon as the ball was kicked off.

After receiving the ball, Wang Jingke launched an attack.

Since Cuiying High School had scored first, Ninth High did not dare to underestimate the Cuiying soccer team anymore. Instead, everyone perked up.

Wang Jingke had just dribbled the ball past the midfield when Yang Haoyu brought a player to intercept Wang Jingke's ball.

Looking at Yang Haoyu and his teammate, Wang Jingke hesitated for a moment before passing the ball to Ling Xiao.

After Ling Xiao received the ball, he dribbled the ball and ran towards Ninth High's goal.

However, not long after, Ling Xiao's ball was intercepted by a player from Ninth High School.

Mu Qi frowned when he saw the ball being intercepted. When Lu Jie saw Mu Qi frown, he showed a happy expression.

After the Ninth High School player successfully intercepted the ball, he passed the ball to Yang Haoyu with a long pass.

After receiving the ball, Yang Haoyu launched a counterattack.

As Yang Haoyu no longer underestimated Cuiying High School's combat power, he dribbled the ball forward and quickly shook off Wang Jingke's player who came to intercept the ball.

Just as Yang Haoyu dribbled the ball to the rear defense, Guan Wenfei appeared in front of Yang Haoyu again.

Although Yang Haoyu used a few feints, Guan Wenfei managed to intercept the ball in the end.

With a turn, Guan Wenfei began to counterattack with the ball.

This time, Guan Wenfei was not as lucky as last time. Just as he passed the midfield, four or five players from Ninth High surrounded him.

Even if Guan Wenfei was no longer the same as before, facing so many people to intercept the ball, Guan Wenfei could only pass the ball to Wang Jingke.

After receiving the ball, Wang Jingke dribbled the ball to attack the back defense of Nine High School.

After the pass, the players who were watching Guan Wenfei immediately ran to Wang Jingke.

While Guan Wenfei heaved a sigh of relief, he also ran towards the rear defense of Ninth High School.

Although it was fine as long as the defender's defense was not missed, the only person the team could attack was Wang Jingke. Guan Wenfei could not care so much and acted as an offensive player.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the goal, Wang Jingke was surrounded. If he didn't pass the ball, it would be intercepted by the opponent. At this time, Wang Jingke found Guan Wenfei not far from the goal of No. 9 High School and passed the ball without hesitation.

After kicking the ball, Wang Jingke placed his hopes on Guan Wenfei. Whether the ball could go in depended on Guan Wenfei.

When passing the ball, Wang Jingke kicked the ball very high. Guan Wenfei looked at the direction where the football fell and ran over.

At the same time, a few players from Ninth High School also ran over, wanting to catch the falling ball.

Just as the football fell, Guan Wenfei jumped up and headed it towards the goal of Ninth High School.

Although the goalkeeper was on guard, the ball still went into the goal in the end.

After Guan Wenfei scored, the referee blew the whistle.

Before the players from Ninth High School could kick off, the first half of the game was over.

As soon as the first half of the game ended, the players from both sides entered the rest area.

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