After the small disturbance, the match continued.
Ye Lingfeng was still suppressing them.
It was not because his side was stronger overall.
It was entirely because Ye Lingfeng's personal level was much higher than this batch of National Youth Team members!
positioning, awareness, and the ability to pass and receive the ball.
These national youth players could not compare to them!
Under his lead, the team's suppressive force was also very obvious.
However, many of the players on Team B, where Ye Lingfeng was in, were shocked by Ye Lingfeng's lack of understanding of the world.
He was kicking more and more cautiously.
They were afraid that Zhao Yan would find trouble with them after the training match.
Therefore, it was unknown whether they were acting or really being noobs. Many people began to throw the ball in all kinds of strange ways as soon as they received the ball.
Ye Lingfeng was speechless.
It was another fight near the center line.
Team B's player dribbled the ball across the center line. When he saw Zhao Yan coming over to snatch it, he slipped without hesitation and gave the ball to him.
This exaggerated acting not only did not make the coach on the sidelines frown, but he even secretly breathed a sigh of relief when the ball reached Zhao Yan's feet.
"Nice shot, Brother Zhao!"
After Zhao Yan got the ball, his teammates were desperately trying to receive him from the flank.
He tried to create a comfortable offensive route for Zhao Yan.
However, because of their poor skills, the two National Youth Team members who ran in the same route even bumped into each other.
This caused the reporters outside the arena to laugh uncontrollably.
After a few clumsy dribbles, Zhao Yan aimed at one of his experienced bootlickers and planned to play a two-on-one.
However, the moment he released the ball, a gust of wind blew in front of him.
Ye Lingfeng didn't hold back at all. He casually snatched the ball back and controlled it under his feet.
Then, he calmly dribbled the ball forward.
After being stunned for a few seconds.
Hearing the laughter of the audience outside the arena, Zhao Yan's face immediately turned red!
"F * ck, shovel him! Don't let him pass!"
" Destroy him!!!"
Hearing Zhao Yan's hysterical roar, Team A's members looked at each other and rushed toward Ye Lingfeng.
In the National Youth Team, Zhao Yan's words were the imperial edict.
It must be executed!
The coach on the sidelines frowned slightly. He looked worriedly at the reporters outside the field and then at the team leader, Zhao Tai, who was not far away.
This wasn't very good under the eyes of the reporters…
He knew Zhao Yan's temper as the crown prince of the National Youth Team.
When Zhao Yan said that he wanted to cripple a person, he was really aiming for the cripple.
Similar situations had happened many times before.
However, as a coach, he did not dare to express anything.
“欻--”
“欻--”
The sound of sliding tackle after sliding tackle echoed throughout the stadium.
Team A's teammates received Zhao Yan's order and started to shovel Ye Lingfeng crazily!
He would not let him continue dribbling the ball deeper even if he died!
"Isn't the tackle too big? Wasn't he targeting the cripple?”
"Isn't this a training match? Was he so ruthless to his future teammates?”
Doubts came from the reporters on the sidelines.
On the court.
The members of Team B also stopped running and left Ye Lingfeng alone in the front field.
He did not give him any chance to pass back.
At first, Ye Lingfeng was able to use his footwork to avoid a few shovels.
However, he was still hit by the consecutive flying shovels aimed at his ankles.
“欻--!”
This tackle came from Zhao Yan himself.
The shiny shoes were especially dazzling under the scorching sun!
The reporters on the sidelines exclaimed.
Su Qianqian subconsciously grabbed the barbed wire in front of her and stared at the field with a worried expression.
It was a big taboo to flash the shoes on the court. Basically, it was a card game.
If his movements were slightly bigger, he would definitely get a red card.
However, Zhao Yan's actions were obviously not as simple as flashing a shoe nail.
He really wanted to cripple Ye Lingfeng on this court!
"Hiss!"
Ye Lingfeng's ankle hurt!
He did not expect Zhao Yan to have such great power. With one sentence, he could incite all the National Youth Team members to come and tackle him!
He even used actions that could be called cripples to attack him!
The players on the field saw Ye Lingfeng finally stop dribbling the ball.
He stood on the spot and moved his injured ankle.
The National Youth Team members heaved a sigh of relief and revealed smug expressions.
It was as if he was saying that this was the outcome of not understanding the ways of the world!
However, in the next second.
Zhao Yan just got up and was about to provoke Ye Lingfeng.
A black shadow charged straight at his face!
Bang! Blood splattered everywhere!
It was Ye Lingfeng's fist!
Immediately, there was a wave of exclamations from the sidelines.
Intense pain assaulted him as Zhao Yan covered his face and screamed!
Under everyone's shocked gazes.
Ye Lingfeng expressionlessly raised his foot that Zhao Yanfei had just used to kick him and kicked him hard in the chest!
Another heart-wrenching scream sounded.
The steel spikes left deep bloody marks on the fragile flesh on his chest.
Zhao Yan clutched his chest and rolled on the ground.
He wailed in pain.
The grass in front of him was dyed red by the gushing blood from his nose.
However, Ye Lingfeng didn't have the intention to stop and walked straight up.
The National Youth Team members were all stunned on the spot.
She was scared silly by Ye Lingfeng's imposing manner.
They were just a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old children.
Most of them were flowers in a greenhouse.
When had he ever seen such a bloody scene?
It could be seen from Ye Lingfeng's actions.
This guy was definitely an old hand at fighting!
Little did they know that Ye Lingfeng was indeed very good at fighting!
In the La Masia youth training camp, he often attacked the Japanese and Korean players who spoke rudely!
"Stop him! Damn it, stop him!"
Without waiting for the coach, who was already frightened, to say anything, Zhao Tai, the leader of the National Youth Team, flew into a rage and roared.
How dare this ignorant Chinese man hit his own son in public?？!
Zhao Tai, who had completely lost his mind, completely ignored the reporters outside the arena.
He raised his fist and charged at Ye Lingfeng!
He punched Ye Lingfeng hard!
The National Youth Team staff next to him reached out to stop Zhao Tai, but he couldn't.
Listening to the noise outside the venue and the sound of the camera shutter.
The staff member looked desperate.
This time, the National Youth Team was going to be completely famous…
...
A few minutes later.
Ye Lingfeng looked at Zhao Yan who was still rolling on the ground like a dead dog.
There was also Zhao Tai, whose face was also bruised and swollen. He had a resentful expression on his face, but he did not dare to go forward.
There were also the National Youth Team members who wanted to step forward to stop the fight, but they hesitated for a long time before standing still.
Then there was the coach who was frantically calling the relevant personnel and threatening to arrest Ye Lingfeng.
Ye Lingfeng sneered.
"What a bunch of trash."
Ye Lingfeng spat at Zhao Yan and looked around at the terrified National Youth Team members with pity.
He turned around and left.
Behind him was Zhao Tai's hoarse roar.
"Ye Lingfeng, you motherf * cker, you're in big trouble!”
"You beat up a member of the national football team. You have to bear criminal responsibility!”
" You motherf * cker! How dare you hit my son!"
"I want to ban you! I'm going to put you in jail!"
The coach, who had finished the phone call, also cooperated and shouted,
"Ye Lingfeng, you're fired! Don't even think about entering the national team in this lifetime! Wait for the court summons!"
"The national football team will ban you forever! Don't even think about stepping into the national football team in your lifetime!!”
The National Youth Team members who didn't even dare to speak before started to curse at Ye Lingfeng's back when they saw him walk away.
Blocked?
Expel?
Court summons?
Ye Lingfeng sneered.
Without looking back, he packed his things and walked out of the training base.
All that was left behind was a clamor.
Did he really think he cared about the so-called national team?
So what if such a rotten national team entered?
Become someone else's dog?
Isn't that ridiculous?
It was obvious.
People like Zhao Yan were not the only ones in the entire national football system!
He was using his background to bully others.
There were simply too many.
If one did not experience it personally.
Perhaps Ye Lingfeng still couldn't feel the darkness in this system.
If only he was a little weaker.
Or perhaps they were not as vigilant.
His ankle might have been crippled for no reason just now!
But what should he say?
This trip back to the country was not a loss.
At the very least, he was able to see something with his own eyes.
It shattered his last remaining fantasy about the national football team!
......
Outside the training ground.
He saw Ye Lingfeng's figure about to disappear at the entrance of the training base.
Su Qianqian bit her lower lip and quickly ran after him.
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