If you are asked to take charge of the specialty class, how can you become a top student?

Chapter 713: A perfect shot! ?
However, Lu Heming could not outrun Liao Kunyang, and he was pinned down to the grass by Liao Kunyang within minutes.

"Brother Kun, Brother Kun, I really didn't mean it!"

Lu Heming naturally begged for mercy frantically.

Liao Kunyang was gnashing his teeth in anger and his face was red.

After finally breaking through, he never thought that Lu Heming would launch a sneak attack!

Of course, they didn't really start a fight. They punched Lu Heming twice and then let him go.

After all, Liao Kunyang also knew his own attributes, so he directly picked up Lu Heming's collar with both hands: "If you kick me again, see if I can beat you!"

Lu Heming immediately turned his head away and said with a guilty conscience: "Brother Kun, you have been unlucky again and again. Besides, this ball doesn't even have eyes! You are so unreasonable to blame me!? "

When Liao Kunyang heard this, he nodded slightly and said: "You are right, this blame is indeed a bit unreasonable on your part!"

On the contrary, Lu Heming was slightly stunned, huh?
Is Liao Kunyang so easy to talk to?

"We share the blessings and the hardships. If I get hit once, kicking by others counts, so I'll beat you once. How about that, are we brothers enough?"

"..."

At this moment, Wang Yanyu hurriedly came over to smooth things over. When he saw someone coming, Liao Kunyang let go of him angrily.

Wang Yanyu said that Lu Heming didn't do it on purpose and asked Liao Kunyang to continue training.

Liao Kunyang glared at Lu Heming before turning and leaving. However, Wang Yanyu noticed that something was not right with Lu Heming's kick just now.

Just as Lu Heming said thank you to Brother Yu, he heard Wang Yanyu ask: "It's so far away, and your kick can go directly to the goal. Did you kick it casually or consciously?"

It's quite far.

What Lu Heming was training just now was outside the midfield. From such a long distance, Lu Heming's kick was able to run directly towards the goal and even directly hit Liao Kunyang. This is really not something ordinary people can do.

"Just kick it casually." Lu Heming said in a dumbfounded voice, "And my feet are still hurting now! I accidentally kicked them too hard just now!"

"That's it..." Wang Yanyu smiled and didn't take it to heart. He just regarded it as an accident and turned around to continue training with Liao Kunyang.

But the speaker has no intention, and the listener has a heart.

Lu Heming had always been wondering before, why did Lao Chen insist on letting him come over to play football when he was clearly uncoordinated?

Just to exercise with Liao Kunyang?

Lu Heming thought about it carefully, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Everyone knows the situation in Class [-], and Lao Chen will always lead people astray.

Lu Heming wondered if he had any talent in football?

But after training for so long, I still haven’t seen that I have any talent in football!

Not even a little bit!

However, Wang Yanyu's question immediately made Lu Heming realize something. Without saying anything, he hurriedly picked up the ball, then came to the corner. After thinking about it, he took a bottle of water and placed it not far in front of him.

He and Lu Heming glanced at the location of the water bottle, made a rough estimate in their minds, and then raised their legs to kick it.

Snapped!
He was impartial and hit the water bottle just right.

Um! ? ! ?

Lu Heming's eyes suddenly widened, feeling a little incredible.

Am I so accurate at playing football?

"Maybe the distance is too close. I'm afraid others can hit it, right?"

Lu Heming decided to adjust the difficulty, so he put the water bottle further away.

Five meters!

One kick!
Ten meters!

Still a kick!
After kicking the water bottle with two consecutive kicks, Lu Heming immediately scratched his head and looked around in confusion.However, everyone else was immersed in their own training and no one cared about him at all.

"This……"

Lu Heming found it a bit strange.

He couldn't explain what was going on. Anyway, after seeing the distance, he had an idea of ​​how hard to kick and which direction to kick. But other people should have this feeling, but he kicked this way. It seems a little too accurate, right?
Lu Heming was not sure, so he decided to increase the difficulty again.

Not only did they bring several bottles of water, they lined them up ten meters away, and then they started kicking again.

Seven bottles of water in total.

First bottle, medium.

Second bottle, medium.

The third bottle...

Seeing that all seven bottles of water had been kicked down by him, Lu Heming couldn't help but scratch his head.

Emmm...

He turned around again and looked around, but no one noticed his behavior.

"So it's not my talent in football but my ability to play accurately?"

Lu Heming also had more than a trace of doubt in his heart.

Still not sure.

The difficulty increased again.

He went directly to the edge of the stands, found some chalk and drew a circle on the wall under the stands. Then he kept retreating with the ball, stopping about 15 meters away, and even retreated all the way to the green field. As soon as the ball was released, Lu Heming took a few steps back.

I probably measured the distance again, and then followed the run-up with a big force... Bang!

Before the ball was kicked out, the man fell to the ground and even had grass in his mouth.

I tripped over myself again...

Lu Heming was so angry that he punched the ground like crazy, I really fucking...

Fortunately, no one noticed his situation. Lu Heming quickly got up and pretended that nothing was wrong, distanced himself again, took a cautious approach, and kicked the ball out again.

But the ball landed on the ground halfway and did not hit the circle on the wall.

Mainly because Lu Heming didn't dare to use too much force, fearing that he would accidentally fall again.

He turned his head and picked up the ball again. This time, he felt much more stable in his heart, and he felt that he could really hit the circle. After he had gained some distance, he kicked again.

Bang!
The ball flew through the air, hit the edge of the circle, and bounced back.

"Fuck!"

Even Lu Heming himself couldn't help but exclaimed.

Pick up the ball and kick it again!
Repeatedly, although not all the balls were kicked exactly in the middle of the circle, basically all the balls touched the edge of the circle.

Now Lu Heming couldn't help but get excited!
I knew it made sense for Lao Chen to ask me to play football!

So is this my talent?

crack shot! ?
Lunardo! ?
Why didn’t Lao Chen tell me earlier? ?
It’s been a lot of trouble for me these days!If you tell me directly that I can kick the ball accurately, wouldn't I not have to worry about it?

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Heming felt that Old Chen was really a bitch.

Lao Chen didn't tell me directly just to make me suffer in training, and then when I almost couldn't hold on any longer, he would definitely come over and tell me, teacher, this is for your own good, you have to persevere, and you have the talent in this area. …

Wow...your surname Chen is really...

(End of this chapter)