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It was midnight in the Dragon Country.

However, because of the World Cup, groups of passionate fans appeared in various places full of fireworks.

At the night market barbecue stall.

Barbecue, beer, and a few brothers would always be a perfect match for the World Cup!

"He entered! Cristiano Ronaldo was awesome! Jiang Yi is awesome!"

"Ahhh, this is our player! Such a high ball, yet he was so accurate. F * ck, how did he practice?”

"Isn't this against the laws of physics? This speed of descent was a little too fast. It was ridiculous, too ridiculous!”

"Awesome! Ronaldo's header and pass were too cool. Come on, brothers, let's go!”

At the bar.

The noisy venue.

On the big screen was a fierce football confrontation.

With this header, the entire stadium's limbs started to twist crazily!

Chambord Beauty World Cup!

“艹! Awesome! Open another Ace of Spades for me!"

"Awesome! Jiang Yi's kick had really kicked into my heart. I'll pay for tonight's expenses!”

At the internet cafe.

Overnight personnel.

"Awesome! I didn't even play in the promotion match before coming over to watch. Is this a player who left our national football team? The players that the club doesn't want?"

"Hehe, I heard. The news media dug it out. When Jiang Yi went to the National Shore Club previously…he didn't even let him in.”

"That's right. I heard that the club didn't even look at it. Your face must be hurting now, right?”

"The club that lost to the county amateur team? Serves him right! A god-level center midfielder like Jiang Yi would be buried if he went to the National Shore Club.”

"Awesome! Boss, give me some instant noodles and two eggs! I want to watch the game properly!"

Everyone's situation was different, but their mood was the same.

It was not easy to see a Chinese player in the World Cup!

At the scene.

Who would have thought that this extremely aggressive youth was actually a door god on the right flank?

Neither Nunez nor Valverde had passed.

This was also a big wake-up call for the other national teams.

In the VIP viewing area.

The Korean star player, Sun Xingmin, and Huang Xishan were whispering to each other.

They were Jiang Yi's next opponents.

"This Dragon Country man is very powerful. We need to think of a way to get rid of him!”

"That's right. We have to provoke him, or…"

The two of them discussed one word: dirty.

It was too f * cking dirty.

This was the Taiji Tiger's fighting style. It bullied the weak and feared the strong. If it could win on the surface, it would kick. If it couldn't, it would use all kinds of dirty methods.

The manager of the Butcher team, Alonso, began to think of a way to solve the problem.

It was just that they had been broken through once, so they still had a chance.

Now that the score was 0:1, they had to think of a counterattack. Otherwise, if they lost this game, the Five Shield Legion would be the strongest in their group.

Even if they won the third round of the competition, they would still have to look at the face of the Korean nation if they wanted to appear!

It was not good to have his life and death in the hands of others.

Therefore, Alonso started to wave at the people around him.

Su Ya!

The champion of three major leagues, the top striker of the Grassi Butchers, finally took off his identity.

Warm-up!

The fans in the stadium instantly cheered.

After this person warmed up, it meant that the Grassi Butcher's butcher knife had been polished!

He was about to start his counterattack!

Although this all-rounder super center had been on the decline recently, he was once a member of a terrifying team.

MSN!

Messi, Neishao, Suya!

Barcelona's forward trident!

The man who could fight alongside Messi a few years ago.

When the team was in danger, he stood up.

However, after Jiang Yi heard the cheers, he saw the figure of number 9 on the opponent's bench.

He frowned.

Let's not talk about anything else.

As for Suya, he did not particularly fancy this player.

The reason was simple.

The Hand of God incident had left a deep impression on Jiang Yi when he was young.

Therefore, when this player was Messi's teammate, he was awesome, but it was a little embarrassing to deliberately reach out.

He saw that the other side was about to change players.

Ronaldo ran over and said,"Be careful of Su Ya!" He's a very powerful center forward!"

Jiang Yi nodded. He would naturally treat this important figure with caution.

The Grassi Butcher's style was mostly reflected in this Edge Tyrant.

His style was a little overbearing!

However, Jiang Yi did not think too much about it.

Soon, Suya began to move up and down. He was replaced. The striker, Cavani, and Nunez formed two powerful offensive points. They were bound to get the ball back!

Taking advantage of the time when the players were changing positions.

Jiang Yi conveniently drew a prize.

The system's reward for assisting had already arrived in his account.

Ding! [Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: Flower Kick!]

Jiang Yi was delighted.

This was going to be fun.

Flower Kick was a rather fancy operation. Generally speaking, it was to help players use their usual foot to hit the ball, pass or shoot. This could improve their accuracy.

For example, Jiang Yi's foot was his right foot, but if the ball stopped on his left foot, he would use his left foot to support it, and his right foot would draw a circle to kick the ball from behind.

This was the style of play that the young master liked to use.

The opponent was actually confused.

Therefore, there was a reason why he was often beaten up.

Such a technique should be used with caution. Otherwise, there was a high chance that he would not be able to play the entire game on the field.

Jiang Yi thought about it and decided to use it with caution!

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