162: C162 The King of Grassi

C162 The King of Grassi

"Don't worry, Teacher Lee. I know I should focus on my studies. "

Just when everyone thought Qin Luo had given up on joining the city team, Qin Luo's voice rang in their ears again." But I have made up my mind. I think learning and sports are both important. "

... " "Everyone looked at each other, speechless.

However, before they could recover from their daze, Qin Luo gave them another" cardiac stimulant. " Oh right, Teacher Lee, this time I made a report on the proof of twin prime numbers in Birmingham. Professor Deligny was debating. He believed that it would not take long for him to get on the Math Journal. "

After saying that, Qin Luo ran towards the football field. The football match was about to begin.

Twin prime numbers? Math Journal?

Lee Wei only had two words in his heart - awesome.

After a long while, he finally recovered and looked at Zhou Youwei probingly. "Principal? "

"Let it do as it pleases. "

How could he care about such a top student?

...

What was the world's most beloved sport?

Ping-pong? volleyball? Basketball? Neither, it was football!

Football used his unique beauty to conquer tens of thousands of fans, and the whole world had a total of 500 million fans. In history, there were tens of thousands of fights for football.

The gentlest, and also the most roguish sport.

Standing on the green field, Qin Luo's blood immediately boiled.

Everyone in China had a dream, and that was to be able to enter the World Cup with the national team.

Although this was the Beishan Fourth Middle School sports field, not the Yanjing worker stadium, the atmosphere was still warm.

Not far away, Zhang Lei was standing by the court, staring at Qin Luo who was on the court.

The hatred in his heart was like a volcano that was about to erupt, surging violently.

At this moment, he wished he could kill Qin Luo with a slap.

"Brother Yuan, I'm counting on you. "A young man stood beside him.

He wore a Bassa's 10 jersey, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

Yuan Jie, the number one archer of the training team.

He was also a member of the city football team.

"Don't worry, I will tell him what a real football is. "Yuan Jie squinted his eyes and smiled coldly." Our training team is not something that anyone can provoke. "

Indeed, Qin Luo learned very well and ran very fast, but it was useless on the football field.

Footballs compete in skill, endurance, and the ability to seize opportunities.

And these were things that could only be achieved through years of training.

From the moment Qin Luo stepped onto the court, he had already lost!

He changed into a white jersey and wore a pair of white shorts.1

Qin Luo stood on the right side of the road.

"Beep, beep, beep ~"

A loud whistle echoed throughout the stadium. The football match had officially begun!

Qin Luo was about to welcome his first contact with football in his life.

In the stands, Lin Shanshan clenched her fists tightly and stared unblinkingly at Qin Luo. There was an unconcealable nervousness on her pretty face.

Although he was shocked by Qin Luo's sports ability and was happy that he won the 100m sprint, he had to admit that the 100m sprint and football were two different sports.

The former, perhaps you could win the championship with your talent and explosive power.

But the latter had to go through a long period of training.

Otherwise, how could the 1.4 billion people in China not have a few days of talent?

"Do you think he can play football?" Next to Lin Shanshan, Huang Zhen's eyes wandered around the court.

As Qin Luo's classmate and class monitor, he knew almost everyone in the class.

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